Qi Zheng's eyes couldn't see any emotion at all, as if nothing had happened.

He took a scald ointment in his hand, unscrewed the lid, squeezed a little, and stepped forward to apply a small piece of Tang Rou's burned cheek.

Tang Rou wanted to dodge, but his strong hand firmly supported the back of her head, preventing her from moving a bit.

The scald ointment is applied to the burned skin, which is cool and swishing, and it is really comfortable.

But this cool closing ceremony failed to lower the anger in Tang Rou's heart a little,

She stubbornly looked at him, and a few traces of anger flashed in her heart.

Snorted.

"Mr. President, are you playing me like a monkey? Are you so condescending to have a good time with me, a folk girl? ”

She had been worried about him for so long, because he rushed over from country M because of a phone call, and even left Senior Brother Shijing directly in the hospital.

But co-authored, it turns out that this is just a game in people's spare time?

Mr. President did not speak, his deep eyes looked at her burningly, and his voice was gentle and slightly hoarse.

"I'll take you away first, and I'll explain the rest to you later."

"Explain a p!"

Tang Rou turned around angrily and left, and now she suddenly realized that Mr. President's temperament looked very similar to Senior Brother Shijing.

But in his bones, there is a sharp edge.

Gentle and elegant is just an illusion, and Qi Zheng is actually an out-and-out Qi family in his bones.

He is a combination of Qi Muchen and Qi Muli, which is full of dangerous predatory nature and treacherous belly. She rolled her eyes and walked away, but behind her came a muffled snort from Mr. President.

Tang Rou subconsciously turned his head, his eyes swept over his back that was wet from being smashed by a hot water bottle, and walked over angrily, directly taking the scalding cream in his hand.

A hand lifted the clothes directly from his back.

I couldn't help but gasp.

Mr. President's back has been burned terribly, and a large area is densely blistered.

And it's red and swollen.

The shirt inside was glued to the flesh and skin, and even a large piece of the skin on his back was directly torn off.

"For so long, you didn't let people come to see your injuries, you said you didn't have a brain problem!"

Tang Rou didn't know it herself, but she actually felt distressed and anxious in her heart.

Directly squeezed out a large amount of ointment, and smeared it on Mr. President's back with his fingertips.

Qi Zheng's back stiffened, turned his head slightly, and looked at her with a smile.

"What, you feel sorry for me?"

"I feel sorry for P, sister, this is the revolutionary friendship between buddies!" As soon as the words were spoken, Tang Rou glanced at him charmingly.

"No, I don't even have that friendship with you now."

After applying, she directly threw the ointment into Qi Zheng's hand and clapped her hands neatly.

"We are of different classes, and since you have taught Tang Fu a lesson for me, you don't owe me anything. From now on, the bridge will return to the bridge, and it will never be seen again. Mr. President, your game is on this gameover. ”

Qi Zheng didn't speak, and re-tucked the clothes one by one very completely, until Tang Rou pushed the door out in a chic manner.

He spoke slowly.

"Do you want to go back to your father's house and retrieve what your mother left you?"

Tang Rou's slender figure really paused, and her expression looked a little tangled and hesitant.

A fox-like sly smile tugged at Mr. President's lips.

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