Tan Xuyao was raising his hand to knock on the door, but he didn't think that the door suddenly opened, and his hand didn't have time to withdraw for a while, and when the back of his hand fell, it touched her soft lips.

He looked stunned, stunned for two seconds, the ripples under his eyes flowed, and he quickly withdrew his hand calmly, very gentlemanly, and even his tone was calm, "I'm sorry." ”

Song Hehuan was also stunned by the sudden situation, she was a little panicked, her face turned pink, she took a step back, spoke, and found that her voice was a little unstable, "It's okay, Doctor Tan, you haven't slept yet?"

Tan Xuyao recovered his composure at this moment, as if what had just happened had never happened, and relieved the embarrassment with coldness.

"Well, is it convenient now? Go downstairs, don't you have something to talk to me about?"

Song Hehuan nodded, only to hear him say again, "I'll wait for you in the living room downstairs." ”

After he finished speaking, he turned around and went downstairs, Song Hehuan patted his cheeks that were a little hot, and there seemed to be residue on his lips, the cool smell on his body made people uneasy, and he took a breath of relief before calming down.

The silence of the living room was surprisingly quiet, so that the atmosphere was a little stagnant, Tan Xuyao folded her long legs, gently rubbing the skin that had been kissed by her, and the tip of her heart suddenly jumped.

There was a hint of laziness in his handsome look, and in this night of lightning and thunder, it was particularly bewitching,

Maybe because of the accident just now, maybe the light in the living room was too warm, Song Hehuan's discomfort came again, and she was a lonely man and widow, she always felt her heart jumping, and she regretted going downstairs rashly.

At his signal, she sat down in the opposite place again, like an obedient schoolboy, her hands together and her gaze lowered.

After finishing the draft, when he looked up and was about to speak, he saw Tan Xuyao frowning and hissing when he reached out to take the cup.

Song Hehuan noticed that there was a red and swollen part of his wrist, which should be a new injury, and she immediately thought that it must have been an accident on the way back.

I suddenly felt guilty in my heart, and immediately stood up and walked over, "Doctor Tan, are you injured?" ”

"Hmm. Actually, it has nothing to do with her, she just took something and accidentally smashed it, but Tan Xuyao didn't deny it.

Song Hehuan thought it was his fault, he felt very uncomfortable, he just wanted to make up for his mistakes, found some ice cubes from the refrigerator in the kitchen, but didn't find a towel, so he pulled off the silk scarf around his neck in a hurry, wrapped the ice cubes, and put them on his wrists, and kept saying sorry words in his mouth.

This little injury was nothing to Tan Xuyao, and he didn't take it to heart, seeing Song Hehuan squatting in front of him, looking guilty and nervous, his heart felt like something had been scratched, sour and soft, and he couldn't speak.

She has a standard small round face, which looks very pure, and at first glance it does not stand out, but if you taste it carefully, you will find that she is very special, her eyes are beautiful, her nose is straight, and her lips are very fleshy.

Judging from Tan Xuyao's condescending position, she was serious, focusing on helping him with his arms, and her clear eyes were illuminated by the light, like a calm lake and a little starlight.

"Dr. Tan, I'm so embarrassed, it's all swollen. Song Hehuan raised his head and said, only to find that his gaze was always on his face.

At this moment, the air in front of him suddenly thinned, and Song Hehuan moved his gaze to his wrist a little unnaturally, but he couldn't stand indifferent.

"Song Hehuan, you really don't know me? I mean before. Tan Xuyao still didn't retract his gaze, and there was a hint of hope in his tone.

Song Hehuan's eyes flickered, Doctor Tan, what does this mean? I was uneasy, his girlfriend was Yan Qingruo, a delicate goddess, and she was a female man who could go to the room to reveal the tiles, he couldn't be trying to talk to him.

Song Hehuan thought about it seriously for a while, glanced at him, and there seemed to be something very shallow in his consciousness, which suddenly and profoundly superimposed, and before he could catch it, there was no trace, and then he shook his head affirmatively.

She has a good memory, and if you have seen him, she will definitely remember that he is such an outstanding person.

Tan Xuyao retracted his gaze, looked at the dark night, and felt a little lonely, and looked up at her again, "Are you sure?"