Xie Yun has gone to class normally, but there is no dormitory, and she usually walks back when she gets out of school.

Lin Zhiyuan lives near the school, but the school is large, and it is separated by a road, so he needs to take a detour, and he usually drives.

When there was class in the afternoon, Lin Zhiyuan waited for Xie Yun to go back together to save the child from walking a few steps.

Xie Yun usually went to Lin Zhiyuan's office first and waited, waiting for him to drive back together.

When he returned to his home community to park, Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but think of what his father said.

Obviously, Lin Yunde thought that he had other intentions for Xie Yun.

Lin Zhiyuan also thought about it, it seems that since he was a child, he didn't care about any people and things he particularly cared about.

But this Xie Yun is quite different from him.

Lin Zhiyuan thought about it for a while and felt that his father still misunderstood him.

Xie Yun is really distressing, and that's all.

Lin Zhiyuan felt that he didn't think anything wrong about his students.

At dinner, Lin Zhiyuan took out the money and gave it to Xie Yun.

"This is the money pushed today, for a month."

Lin Zhiyuan knew that it would take a month for her arm to heal.

Xie Yun happily took the money, nodded it, and handed it to Lin Zhiyuan with a smile.

"What? Don't want it again? Lin Zhiyuan asked her rhetorically.

"No, it's me who lives with you this month, this is the room fee, as for the food and the medical expenses you helped me in the hospital, I will pay you back when I earn money again."

Lin Zhiyuan looked at the money she handed over and laughed twice.

"You can take it, the teacher doesn't miss your money."

"You're not bad for money, it's yours too." Ji Xiaofan said and pushed it in front of Lin Zhiyuan.

Lin Zhiyuan looked at the money, but he didn't expect that after turning around, the money would go back to him.

Knowing that this kid was clear about everything, Lin Zhiyuan didn't continue to push and put it away.

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When the wound on Xie Yun's hand began to heal, there was a deep scar in his eyes, which was very itchy.

Lin Zhiyuan saw her scratching while flipping the book that time, took out a bottle of ointment from the medicine box in the study, and sat in front of her.

"Hand out."

Xie Yun didn't know what he was going to do, but he also obediently stretched out his hand.

Lin Zhiyuan opened the bottle of medicine, and the strong smell of medicine came to his nose.

"Professor Lin, what is this?"

Lin Zhiyuan picked up some with the small spoon next to him, applied it to his fingertips, and then took Xie Yun's hand and slowly pushed it away where there was a wound in her palm, causing it to melt.

Then rub gently so that the palms are slightly warm.

Xie Yun felt that the roots of his ears were hotter than the palms of his hands.

"This is the recipe handed down by our Lin family, to eliminate scars, the previous ointment has some stinky smell after refining, after several generations of improvement, now there is no smell, but the smell of traditional Chinese medicine is still very big, some choked panic, but the scar removal effect is good. If you usually have allergic skin, acne scars and pores, it works. ”

It's really because it tastes bad, so it can't be promoted in the world.

Moreover, no one wants to use such a pungent ointment without knowing what the effect is.

"As long as it works, the taste doesn't matter." Xie Yun said.

And there is also a beauty effect, this ointment should be well promoted.

"It's not that easy, no woman wants to use skin care products with a pungent smell, and this shelf life is very short, from the time it is made to the time it expires, it is only a month. This was made last month, and it should be out of effect on the 20th of this month. ”