She subconsciously pushed him away, put her hands on his shoulders, and suddenly he snorted, as if his expression was painful.

She was shocked and blurted out, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Nothing."

He frowned and brushed her hand away, but his expression wasn't very good.

Song Yinyin caught the expression on his face, and the next second without thinking, she reached out and grabbed his arm, and then stretched out her left hand and pulled the collar of his shirt open.

Her gaze immediately touched a large purple-red bruise on his shoulder.

It was clear that he had been hit on the shoulder by a heavy object during the fight with the traffickers.

"Why don't you say there's a wound on your shoulder?"

"It's nothing, it's just a small injury."

He impatiently brushed away her little hand.

He hadn't forgotten the expression on her face that resisted pushing him away just now, and anyone who saw it would feel her disgust.

Isn't he doing enough, not good enough?

At this time, Song Yinyin didn't think so much, and there was only a large purple-red bruise on his shoulder in his field of vision.

"Looks like we're going to need a hot towel."

As she spoke, she got up and went downstairs, and in a moment she came up with a basin of hot water, wrung it with a dry towel, and began to warm the wound on his shoulder.

Lu Jin Han stared at her quietly, his thin lips pursed, and he didn't say a word.

Song Yinyin's breathing was quietly sprinkled on his neck, his eyes fell on his shoulder, and he didn't seem to notice his fiery gaze, and he was like a distraction, carefully warming him up.

He twisted his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly said in a loud voice: "Song Yinyin, what do you mean?" ”

"Huh?"

She looked up blankly, confused by his cold question, "What do you mean?" ”

His big palm reached out and clasped her wrist tightly.

A pair of deep amber eyes stared at her delicate face tightly: "Didn't you push me away with a resistant expression just now?" Now what's going on? Worried about me? ”

Song Yinyin looked up at his displeased look, blinked his eyes, and responded: "Hmm." Worried about you. ”

The expression on the man's face was stunned.

The anger on his face quickly condensed, and a rare look of astonishment appeared on his usually cold countenance.

Such an expression made his handsome face look a little funny.

Is she worried about him?

Lu Jinhan's angular face showed a faint sense of satisfaction.

Song Yinyin didn't notice it, and reached out to hold his big palm, "You get up and do it here, don't move, if you don't deal with it quickly, you will die of pain tomorrow morning." ”

She warned in a low voice, listening to Lu Jinhan's ears, it seemed like a coquette.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly.

However, the next second, his smile froze.

Song Yinyin suddenly said again: "You are Da Bai's father, you saved him, and you were injured for him, of course I'm worried about you." If I had relied on my own strength, I was afraid that I would not have been able to find Dabai so quickly. ”

She swore that everything she said was from the bottom of her heart, not a word of lie, and it was the first time she was so grateful to him.

Thinking of this, she looked up at him and said, "Lu Jinhan, thank you." ”

After saying that, she raised her head and showed him an extremely delicate and bright smile.

The first rays of the city's sunshine slowly spread from the east, and he looked at her calmly, but the smile was gone.

"Thank me?"

The corners of Lu Jinhan's lips quickly sank, his eyes looked at Song Yinyin sharply, and he narrowed a pair of elite amber eyes.

"In other words, everything you are doing now is just because I am Song Dabai's father?"

This time, the stunned person was Song Yinyin.