Wen Xili was murdered by her, and stopped asking questions.

"Miss Jiang, the medicine box has been brought to you."

The maid carried the medicine box and carefully took it and handed it to the ginger wine.

Jiang Jiu silently reached out and took the medicine box, found the burn cream and alcohol pads from it, looked up at Wen Xili and said, "Reach over." ”

The man looked at her a few times, and slowly, handed his burned hand to Jiang Jiu.

His hands are slender, his finger joints are clear, he is good-looking, even his fingers have no defects, the wound in his palm that was broken by ginger wine has not stopped bleeding, and the edges are burned, with a frowning scorched black.

Jiang Jiu was expressionless with an alcohol swab to clean the edge of his wound, although the man sat there motionless, as if the hand was not his at all.

Soon, the cotton pad was stained red with blood.

The ginger wine was replaced and continued to clean up.

The maid watching from the side twitched the corners of his eyes and watched ginger wine slap with alcohol as if he was treating an enemy, but Wen Xili didn't seem to feel it at all, the bloody hula burn was as if it didn't grow on him, not only did he not speak, but he also supported his chin with his hand, with an expression of curiosity about what ginger wine would do, and the scene was particularly weird.

A few younger girls couldn't stand it, and sneaked to the side, not daring to look at it.

Jiang Jiu threw away the second alcohol swab, and then took out the burn cream and wiped a little on Wen Xili's wound.

A soft chuckle came out of the man's mouth.

Jiang Jiu made a move and glanced at him, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Wen Xili said: "It's nothing. ”

"......" Jiang Jiu's face sank.

"I thought you'd use up that pack of alcohol pads before you drugged me. ”

"......" Jiang Jiu glanced at him lightly from the corner of his eye, let out a sneer, the cotton was dipped in a little powder on his wound, and then wrapped the bandage around his hand a few times, and said lightly, "I'm not as boring as you think." ”

After doing all this, she stood up from the sofa, raised her chin slightly at Wen Xili, and her tone was as cold and indifferent as her side face: "Get out." ”

Wen Xili leaned on the sofa, didn't get up immediately, bit the cigarette and looked at her for a while, and then slowly stood up from the sofa, put one hand in his pocket, walked over and stood in front of Jiang Jiu, looking down at her.

"When will I get my stuff back?"

Ginger wine: "Wait for me to be happy." ”

"And when are you happy?"

"Look at my mood."

Wen Xili nodded, and his slender fingers rubbed against the wound in his palm, "Okay." ”

The lesson of this time is unforgettable.

*

When it was almost time to get off work, Jiang Jiu received a call from Ling Zihan.

"Zihan," she tucked her phone between her shoulders and ears, and quickly signed the signature of the copywriter on the desk, and her tone was gentle, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Ling Zihan's voice was as warm and nice as ever: "Mr. Jiang, do you have time to come out for dinner?" ”

"I'm sorry Zihan, I promised my aunt today to go back to her for dinner." Jiang Jiu said apologetically, "Another day, I'm not available these days." ”

"......" Ling Zihan paused, showing a moment of silence, and for a moment, his voice came quietly, "Mr. Jiang, you and Mr. Wen ...... It's been reconciled, isn't it? ”

I don't know if it's the reason for the bad signal, Ling Zihan said this in a tone that sounded a little unfamiliar.

***

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