Those present saw this scene: "!! ”

Mr. Lu, this is going to ......

Song Xingran was a little stunned, and looked at Lu Qingchen who was squatting in front of him in a daze.

"What are you doing ......?"

"Hands."

The man's cold voice interrupted her, and his dark eyes were already stained with a haze.

Song Xingran was afraid of Lu Qingchen like this.

So, only obediently, instinctively stretched out the scalded hand.

The back of the hand, which was originally as white and tender as jade, was scalded red and swollen at this moment, and there were hideous blisters.

Lu Qingchen's eyes darkened.

He took the medicine out, squeezing out the ointment with one hand and holding her fingers with the other.

The scorching touch came, and Song Xingran subconsciously withdrew his hand.

I wanted to break free of his hand.

"Don't move."

The man's voice was low and dark, and there was an air of danger in his tone.

He applied the cold ointment to the back of her hand, but as soon as he touched her hand, Song Xingran gasped in pain.

"You light."

The squeamish voice, glutinous, is obviously an accusation of dissatisfaction.

To outsiders, it sounds more like coquettishness.

Lu Qingchen knew that his dyeing was originally the most squeamish.

I used to grin in pain just by breaking a little skin, but now I ......

He didn't speak, pursed his thin lips.

But the movements of the hands were more gentle.

Song Xingran didn't notice her tone just now, she just felt very painful and uncomfortable.

At this time, she had long forgotten her fear and fear of Lu Qingchen.

Looking at the man who was applying medicine to herself, she suddenly felt sullen in her heart.

In the past, Lu Qingchen always had such gentle times, and he would always say something to coax her.

Coax her to take medicine when she is sick, and coax her to be happy when she is unhappy......

Song Xingran bit his lower lip tightly, a cold feeling came from the back of his hand, and the hot burning sensation disappeared by half.

Lu Qingchen held her hand tighter.

"Stop shooting, huh?"

His low, hoarse voice sounded, as if suppressing something.

Song Xingran looked at him in surprise, he was the one who asked her to shoot, and he was the one who said she wouldn't shoot.

Sure enough, such self-domineering thinking has not changed at all.

"You promised me."

Song Xingran looked at him dissatisfied, did he want to regret it?

obviously promised her that she would cooperate, and then told her her mother's whereabouts.

Lu Qingchen looked at her eyes, and said lightly with thin lips: "I'll tell you her whereabouts." ”

"Huh?" 
Song Xingran's eyes widened in confusion, surprised and confused.

He held her fingers, and he didn't seem to want to let go, and he was reluctant to let go.

"Dye."

"I owe it first."

His voice was low and magnetic, always easily stirring up ripples in her heart.

Owed first? 
What the?

Shooting?

"Okay." 
Song Xingran can't care about anything else now.

Since Lu Qingchen wants to tell her her mother's whereabouts, it would be better.

It's just that she noticed that her hand was still being held by him, and Song Xingran shrank her hand and tried to break free.

She still had a fear of him in her heart.

Especially, when touching.

Lu Qingchen noticed her uneasiness, suddenly let go of his hand and got up.

looked at Xiao Yang who was standing behind him, his eyes were sharp.

Xiao Yang hurriedly lowered his head and said respectfully: "Sorry sir, this time it was my negligence." ”

He knew that no matter what time it was, Miss Song was the treasure of Mr. Song's heart.

It can be seen that Mr. is very angry this time, and when he thinks about it, the little assistant can't be saved.