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Chu Qi's appearance was very embarrassed, his hair and clothes were all vegetable juice, and even the wound on his forehead was stained a lot.

The blood stains were somewhat congealed.

The wound was on the left side of the forehead, and a small hole about a centimeter in diameter was smashed.

In order to better manage the wound, the doctor shaved her hair in that area.

Two stitches, tetanus injections, and a lot of medicine.

Although the stitches were anesthetic, and he didn't feel any pain at all, Jian Yiyang saw it in his eyes, but it hurt in his heart.

His seventh, when he was a child and grew up, suffered such a sin.

He has always held it in his hands for fear of falling, and he was afraid of melting in his mouth.

I didn't even have a little bruise, and now I even gave two stitches, and I still shed so much blood.

Looking at the wound on his forehead, Jian Yiyang's eyes once again crossed a terrifying Ling Han of Yin Owl.

The injury is not very big, and the doctor does not recommend hospitalization, often probe the anti-inflammatory water, do not let the wound touch the water, take the prepared medicine, and come back to remove the stitches after seven days, there is no problem.

In the seventh day of the first month, because of the anesthetic, his head was thrown away by the plate, so the whole person was groggy.

Naturally, Jian Yiyang carried her out of the hospital.

Chu Qi nested in his arms, and he fell asleep like this.

When he woke up on the seventh day of the first month, Jian Yiyang's car happened to drive into the villa compound and stopped.

"Seven, awake?" looked at her with distressed eyes, reached out to untie her seat belt, and gently stroked her pale cheeks with his thumb.

"It's home. Chu Qi looked at him a little confused and said.

"Well, it's home. As he spoke, he opened the car door and got out of the car, walked to her side, opened the door of the car, and carried her out of the car.

"I'll go on my own, it's not a big injury. ”

Chu Qi looked at him with some embarrassment.

Well, his clothes are all covered in vegetable juice from her body, it's so dirty.

"I like to hold you. ”

Carry her into the house, into the second floor, into her room, into the bathroom.

Place her on the counter and turn around to put water in the tub.

"The doctor said that the wound should not get wet. ”

Chu Qi reached out and grabbed a handful of hair, wrinkled his brows, and looked at him with a pitiful face: "Itchy, what should I do?"

"I'll wash it for you. ”

"How to wash?" asked Chu Qimu Muran.

Bent over and sit on the wide wall of the large bathtub, patted his thigh, and motioned for Chu Qi to sit on his lap.

Chu Qi did not object, and according to his wishes, he obediently sat on his lap.

Jian Yiyang hugged her, supported her head with her right hand, and let her poke her whole head into the bathtub, then changed her left hand to wrap around her neck from her chest, firmly supporting the back of her neck, and wiping her head with a towel in water with her right hand.

Cautiously, he used it very gently, and although her wound was on her forehead, he didn't let her wound get wet at all.

Chu Qi lay on his back on his lap, his eyes blinking at him.

His left hand rested on the back of her neck, and the fingers of his right hand gently scratched and pressed her head.

Not only her head is comfortable, but even her whole body is comfortable.

Careful movements, tender eyes like water, as if she were a rare treasure of his, and as if with only a little weight, she was broken like a porcelain doll.

The corners of Chu Qi's lips raised a shallow smile and looked at him with satisfaction.