After "Xiaozhou" replied to a series of ellipsis, "War Soul Wuji" generously asked her to go back and think about the betrothal gift.

Qiao Yihang desperately refused.

After Zhang Zhi's persuasion failed, he finally became angry.

The little trumpet made its debut.

[Little Poker] War Soul Wuji: Xiaozhou’s wife, what bet gifts should I want!

【Private Chat】:

Xiaozhou:...

Xiaozhou: You

War Soul Wuji: I can do it for one night.

War Soul Wuji: Or do you like to read other sentences?

Xiaozhou:...

Needless to say, Qiao Yihang could also imagine what other sentences were.

Xiaozhou: I'll go back and think about it.

War Soul Wuji: Be good.

‘Shishuai’, ‘Narcissus Monk’ and others emerged like mushrooms after a rain, so fast that he almost thought they were squatting and following the little poker.

After grinding them to the point where they were helpless with a bunch of messy expressions, he greeted "War Soul Wuji" and went offline.

Although he vented his depression slightly from "Shuai Shuai Shuai" and others, Qiao Yihang's previous good mood was still completely destroyed.

After taking a shower in depression, he lay on the bed and tossed and turned for an hour, he suddenly realized that since he left the game, he was thinking about it now -

Should I want to ride a mount or can always replace the pet that is "actually a pig".

...

Given that the work was over early on Saturday, Qiao Yihang reciprocates on Sunday and offered to stay and work overtime, reshooting the scene that the director thought was not up to date last time.

The director couldn't ask for anything. He was busy until after one o'clock in the morning, and the set was still in full swing.

Qiao Yihang used his fingers to stretch his eyes out a few times, but he couldn't stretch his eyes out, so he had to look at the director resentfully and said, "Director, the sun is about to rise."

The director was in high spirits, and he replied without thinking: "It just happened to be a scene where you ran out to chase Feiteng."

Qiao Yihang hung there in one breath, almost unable to breathe, "Director, I was born to my parents too."

The director turned around, stared at him with strange eyes for a while, and said, "Who said no?"

"..." Qiao Yihang was completely defeated and could only send a text message to Gao Qin for help.

Gao Qin received the text message for a long time before replying: You should be content with being able to face the flat-breasted heroine in your mind for twenty-four hours.

"Damn!" The endless sleepiness and Gao Qin's text message finally broke Qiao Yihang's last rational nerve. He stood up in anger and rushed towards the director, ready to point at his nose and roared: "No matter whether you are accurate or not, I'm going to finish work! Get off work immediately!"

But before he could rush to the director, the finger that was about to poke was raised, and a tragic scene appeared--

His feet slid forward as if they were oiled, and he leaned back and fell down...

At this critical moment, Qiao Yihang fully utilized his powerful potential in critical moments. He subconsciously supported the weight of his body with his elbows...

OK.

A crisp sound.

Qiao Yihang fell to the ground with no movement for a while.

Everyone on the set was watching blankly. The excessive fatigue made their brain cells a little stuck when they were working.

"Da Qiao!" The director was the first to react, and then rushed over quickly.

The others woke up as if they were dreaming and ran over one by one.

Soon Qiao Yihang's figure was submerged.

The director was furious, "You get out of the way! I can't even see where Da Qiao is!"

Everyone hurriedly dispersed around and gave the director the middle position alone.

In this way, the situation in the middle will be clearly seen.

I saw Qiao Yihang lying there with his legs spread out, covering his right hand with pain in his left hand. The director stood between Qiao Yihang's two legs spread out, with anger on his face - how the picture looks so much that it makes people think a lot.

Fortunately, the director is in the picture, so he can't see the full picture, so there are not many associations.

Naturally, he reached out to help Qiao Yihang, but was stopped by the other party, "Don't move!"

The director's actions suddenly froze in the air.

Qiao Yihang stood up bit by bit by bit with his strength, his forehead was sweating coldly, his lips were slightly white, and he gasped and said, "Go and call an ambulance. My arm is dislocated."

The director was so shocked that his eyes almost took off his window.

The onlookers then moved, called, ran to comfort me...

Xiao Zhou, who was lazy and dozing on other floors, ran over and watched Qiao Yihang, who was sitting there so much pain that he couldn't even speak, and called Gao Qin to report.

After about ten minutes of chaos, the ambulance arrived.

Qiao Yihang was surrounded by a car, and Xiao Zhou accompanied him.

When he arrived at the hospital, the emergency doctor looked at it expressionlessly, then solved the problem in a few seconds, helped him get his arms around, and sent him away.

Qiao Yihang walked in the hospital corridor with his arms hanging down. Fortunately, there were few people in the emergency department, and no one noticed him.

He is no longer sleepy now, and of course he doesn't have to go to the show anymore. When he thinks of this inexplicable fall and pain, he feels wronged.

Seeing his face dark, Xiao Zhou comforted him, "It's okay, it'll be fine soon."

This heavy comfort obviously did not work. So she quickly proposed another comfort, "Dr. Gao just said that your arm was injured, so you had a week off first."

Qiao Yihang looked at her.

In just three seconds, the dull eyes had obviously undergone a qualitative change and shine.

"Go away."

The weekly vacation balances Qiao Yihang's psychology from another perspective.

Although it was uncomfortable to fix the hand in a position, although the skin was itchy, and it was inconvenient to sleep... but there was no harassment from the alarm clock the next day. Naturally, after waking up, he felt that he was lucky to lose his fortune.

After having a simple breakfast leisurely, he logged in to the game online.

Seeing that the 'Xiaozhou' id was on, Zhang Zhidian's fingers that left the game were paused, then moved his mouse down and changed to return to the game.

【Private Chat】:

War Soul Wuji: Why is it online at this time?

Xiaozhou: The boss is happy and has a week off.

...

Since there is only one hand, Qiao Yihang typing is extremely slow.

War Soul Wuji:?

Xiaozhou: The boss got married and was on his honeymoon, so we also had a week off.

Zhanhun Wuji: What kind of benefits does your mean company actually have?-_-

...

Of course, because it was made up by him.

Qiao Yihang thought while smiling: If Gao Qin got married, it might be that the whole company would work overtime for a month to celebrate. The reason was that he had distributed the work he wanted to do to others.

【Private Chat】:

War Soul Wuji: What are you doing? You are so slow to go back.

Xiaozhou: The computer is very stuck.

Xiaozhou: Don’t you often go offline at 10 o’clock? Not yet?

War Soul Wuji: Downloading things later.

Xiaozhou: Oh.

War Soul Wuji: Do you practice collecting?

Xiaozhou: OK.

A red and black armor soon appeared beside Xiaozhou, with a majestic figure.

The two went to the Divine Doctor Valley together.

【Private Chat】:

War Soul Wuji: I know what to give to the betrothal gift.

Xiaozhou:?
To be continued...