Chapter 113: Wondering
Sheng Mian's ankle healed quickly, but Fu Yancheng's palm was directly penetrated, and it couldn't get better at all within a few days.
Because it hurt his right hand, he needed to cut the old bandage when changing the dressing, Fu Yancheng used scissors several times, and only cut a small incision.
When he was at the bar tonight, Fu Yancheng barely showed this hand, and even Wen Sihe didn't know that he was injured.
Sheng Mian paused, then walked over and took the scissors from his hand.
Fu Yancheng was stunned, raised his eyes to look at her for a moment, and then looked away.
Sheng Mian didn't look at him, just stared intently at the wound.
When the bandages were cut, she removed the old ones round and round.
After the bandage was removed, the wound inside was revealed.
She was relieved that the wound had recovered well and that she had stitched a stitch before.
The ointment was carefully applied and a new bandage was wrapped.
When she had done all this, she looked up and was about to speak, when she heard a voice at the door.
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"You ......"
Sheng Mian frowned, turned his head to look, and found that it was Wen Sihe standing at the door.
Wen Sihe's face was full of horror, and he even took a step back, wanting to see if he had gone to the wrong room.
Sheng Mian didn't close the door when he first came in, because he thought he would go out soon.
At this time, she finally felt embarrassed and quickly got up.
"Wrap up, Mr. Fu, then I'll go first."
Fu Yancheng didn't speak, but Wen Sihe frowned on the side, as if he had discovered some incredible secret.
Sheng Mian knew that this person had misunderstood, but even if she didn't explain, Fu Yancheng would definitely explain later.
So she just nodded politely to Wen Sihe, and then took the thermos box and left.
As soon as the door closed, Wen Sihe approached quickly.
"Tut, if I hadn't come over tonight, I wouldn't have been able to hit this scene, and when you were kissed in the box, you still pretended not to be comfortable, and you would have rolled over the sheets with others."
Wen Sihe is a screenwriter, and the screenwriter's thinking is very bold, and he began to count Fu Yancheng.
"I said that other girls like you, don't you believe it, this lonely man and widow, people even came to wrap you in bandages? You can't have hurt her on your hand, right? Yancheng, you can, this is the one who finally got rid of the Xiao family and plans to find his second spring? ”
Fu Yancheng's brows were furrowed, and he only felt that he was talking too much.
"Noise."
Wen Sihe chuckled and walked to the side and sat down.
"So what do you think? Just let her get so close to you? I think she has a plan, otherwise how could she come to take your order, this is a long-term crush? ”
"I didn't know her before."
"But it doesn't prevent people from knowing you, maybe a glimpse of a party will remember you."
Wen Sihe's mouth was too good to speak, and for a moment, Fu Yancheng really believed that what he said was the truth.
However, thinking that Sheng Mian was married, he still didn't continue to pick up, but changed the topic.
"What are you going to do?"
Wen Sihe leaned his back back, his eyebrows and eyes looked very delicate, and put the document in his hand on the car.
"What else can you do, you left the file behind."
After saying that, he got up to leave, thought of something, and smiled again.
"You slept with this designer for one night, if she really got married, and her husband didn't come to trouble? This is the first time you have opened meat, and the strength should be not small, right? ”
"Get out."
Wen Sihe looked at him like this, and knew that he must have been ruthless that night, all like this, the sleeping husband didn't make trouble?
So is she really married?
This is also Fu Yancheng's doubts, but everything after that shows that Sheng Mian is indeed married, but the husband doesn't care about her.
He didn't care about other people's marital status, and he turned on the computer to continue working overtime, but he heard a commotion in the hallway.