Wang Cuiyu couldn't hear the word Jincun at all, so she pulled her husband to the side and shouted into the phone: "Baoxuan, you have to go to your uncle's house tomorrow! I'll book a ticket for you now!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Zhao Baoxuan stared at the phone depressedly, muttering to herself: "I'm afraid it's not crazy! The company is not opened by you, you can let me come if you want me to come, you can leave if you want me to go?"

She forgot that she was planning to run away in the morning, and began to think about how to get rid of her mother's brutal operation when she returned home at night.

Wen Zhihao took the cup and poured the coffee again: "Miss Zhao, I'll refill the cup, is there anything else?"

Zhao Baoxuan shook her head: "Yes, you can't drink it anymore! Coffee is a diuretic, you have already drunk three cups in a row, and you must drink at least two liters of pure water to balance the water that your body has accelerated its metabolism." ”

Wen Zhihao smiled: "Two liters! Then I will become a walking kettle!"

He arched his arms to make a coffee pot shape, swaying as he walked, as if he really had half a pot of water in his body, and he would spill it if he was not careful.

Zhao Baoxuan sneered: "Then I'll make some juice, I drink too much coffee, I lose too much vitamins, and I am prone to mouth ulcers and dry skin." ”

Wen Zhihao touched his face: "Ah, I said how I drank so much water and it is getting more and more withered, it's not scientific!

Zhao Baoxuan corrected with a smile: "You drink coffee, not water, you pour some coffee on the flowers." ”

"Well, that makes sense!" Wen Zhihao watched Zhao Baoxuan cut the fruit, and followed her words to draw inferences: "Put the goldfish in coffee and raise it, and you have to be thin into an earthworm!"

"Poof~ Hahaha, ah, oops!" Zhao Baoxuan laughed and his hands trembled, and the tip of the knife made a deep cut on his finger.

She threw down the knife and pinched the wound hard.

As long as the blood does not come out and is bandaged tightly in time, the wound will heal quickly.

Wen Zhihao only observed Zhao Baoxuan's expression, didn't notice her movements, didn't know how serious the wound was, and hurriedly stepped forward to help: "Is your finger broken? I'll send you to the hospital now?"

Zhao Baoxuan looked at the silk-like wound on his finger, and there were blood beads seeping out at both ends, and quickly raised his finger high: "It's okay, is there a band-aid?"

Wen Zhihao shook his head: "No, I'll take you to the pharmacy downstairs." ”

The thinking of the engineering man is very clear, it takes double the time to go and come, it is better to take someone directly to the pharmacy, the clerk knows the medicine, it is easier to judge the severity of the wound than ordinary people, in case the wound is not light, then go directly to the hospital.

Zhao Baoxuan's hand was stained with lemon juice, and it flowed along the fingerprints to the wound, and she hissed softly in pain, grinning her teeth: "I'll go down by myself, you help me listen to the phone, if the boss is looking for it, you can say it for me." ”

The boss reached out behind her and pulled her hand over to look at it: "I have a first aid kit there, you come with me to deal with it." ”

There was a reassuring smell on Zhang Wuwei's hand, which went straight to the tip of Zhao Baoxuan's nose, and she obediently let Zhang Wuwei hold her wrist and take her to the medicine.

Zhang Wuwei's first-aid kit is very special, except for a few band-aids and medical tapes that were bought from pharmacies, anti-inflammatory powders and essential oils are his own private collections.

Zhao Baoxuan sniffed lightly, her eyes full of surprise: "Uncle Wei, does this powder have pain-relieving ingredients added to it?, why do I think the wound doesn't hurt at all?"

Zhang Wuwei didn't raise his head, and carefully wrapped gauze around her fingers: "Okay, the scar forgot the pain, your wound hasn't scabbed yet!"