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Chapter 89

"Qingcheng, do you have something to do tomorrow?"

"How?"

"My parents want to invite you to dinner at home."

Lu Qingcheng shook his wine glass, his eyes narrowed slightly, "I'm sorry, I have something else tomorrow, let's do it another day." ”

Jian Mengyao stiffened the corners of her mouth and smiled, "It's okay, if you have something to do, you can be busy first, eat, you can do it anytime." ”

"I recently got a new bottle of red wine and brought it back to my uncle in the evening, he should like it."

Jian Mengyao grabbed his arm and smiled softly and sweetly, "You sent it, he must like it." ”

These people played in the Lu family until the evening before leaving, Su Yao helped go to the pool to clean up, and when it was already past nine o'clock after cleaning up, he dragged his tired body up to the third floor, smelled the smell of his body, pinched his nose in disgust, didn't even touch the chair, and went directly into the bathroom.

It's just that no matter how much she was involved, the wound on her forehead was still stained with water, and she had no gauze here, so she had to go downstairs to find the medicine box, but she didn't expect to run into Lu Qingcheng, who had just come back.

Lu Qingcheng was obviously drunk, although his eyes were clear, but the smell of wine on his body was very strong, he glanced at the medicine box in her arms and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"Change the dressing."

Lu Qingcheng lifted her hair to see the wound on her forehead, and Su Yao reflexively dodged back.

His eyes sank, and he turned to go upstairs, "Come here." ”

Su Yao knew what he was telling him to do, could it be that he suddenly became interested after drinking?

No matter what he was going to do, what he said, she didn't dare not listen.

When I entered his room, I saw him sitting on the edge of the bed and patted the soft bed next to him, "Come here." ”

She walked over and sat down obediently, Lu Qingcheng snatched the medicine box from her arms, put it aside, and then reached out to remove the gauze that had been soaked in water on her forehead.

Although the bleeding had long stopped, the wound was still hideous, Lu Qingcheng stared at it for a while before retracting his gaze, rummaging through the medicine box to help her disinfect.

His movements were softer than expected, so gentle that Su Yao thought that everything in front of him was fake.

He actually helped her disinfect and change the dressing in person, which has never happened in the past ten years, and it is also something she never dared to think about, but today, at this moment, he really

It's true, he's real, he's medicated himself, it's true.

All kinds of flavors surged in her chest, and finally turned into a sour feeling, which made her want to cry.

She looked at him and hesitantly asked, "Are you drunk?" ”

Lu Qingcheng glanced at her lightly, "Do I seem to be drunk?" ”

She shook her head, "Not really." ”

Because she doesn't look like she's drunk, her heart is sour and sweet.

After eliminating the poison, he lowered his head to look for medicine, but he didn't know which one to use after turning over several bottles, "Which medicine to take, do you know?" ”

Su Yao shook his head, "I don't know, whatever." ”

"You can also take the medicine casually?" He took out the phone and called Ji Hang, hung up after only saying two words, then picked up one of the blue bottles, and smeared the medicine powder with a cotton swab on her wound, "Does it hurt?" ”

She was afraid that she would really cry, so she quickly turned her head and said in a trembling voice: "It doesn't hurt." ”

However, such a move seemed to Lu Qingcheng to be painful, and he moved the cotton swab in his hand, "The pain is definitely going to hurt, but if you don't sprinkle this medicine, it will leave a scar, aren't you afraid?" ”