The girl is crying......

The air was filled with aggrieved and frightened molecules, and Leng Qianxing's dark eyes trembled slightly.

His right hand, which hung down on his lap, was clenched.

"It's my problem," he began, not loud, but loud enough to reach everyone in the living room. "I didn't sleep well, and I was in a bad mood, so I found her stubble."

Yes?

Leng Yue and Roland were stunned, thinking that they had heard something wrong.

There is no 'error' or similar words in Leng Qianxing's dictionary, he is always on the right side, even if it is a distorted thing, he can reverse black and white and turn it into truth with his eyes or words.

Is he sick and burns out his brain?

Leng Yue looked at Roland in confusion and confirmed.

Roland shrugged his shoulders slightly, and smiled as if he understood something.

This is a cat crying mouse fake compassion, right?!

An Qin looked at the man who was still sitting at the end of the bed with teary eyes.

Sensing her gaze, Leng Qianxing turned his head to look at her, his eyes were as deep as the calm sea under the starlight, without a trace of waves or a trace of temperature.

It took him a very short time to calm himself down completely.

"Yue, if it's okay, you can go." Leng Qianxing chases customers.

"Then she ......"

"I don't have anything to dislike about her, let her continue to work."

"Good!" He has the final say. Leng Yue instructed Roland to treat the young master's injuries, and then glanced at An Qin, who was wiping her tears. "Young man, calm down in everything, don't ruin your good future by playing tricks."

An Qin sniffed on his sour nose and nodded respectfully.

Roland went to check the young master's injuries, the little girl's hands were very heavy, seven or eight scratches, broken flesh, bright red bloodshot thin wounds oozed out, and it hurt when I looked at it.

"Let's go to the hospital, right?" There was a little blood, but it was not a serious injury, but the young master was delicate, how could he be treated equally with ordinary people. Roland suggested.

"For minor injuries, just apply some anti-inflammatory potion." It really hurts! From the time he can remember, his family is very precious to him, surrounded by a group of bodyguards and servants all day long, and he doesn't even have a chance to fall and swallow, let alone be hurt by someone.

Even so, he doesn't regret keeping those bodyguards at arm's length.

The previous life was suffocating.

"I'll go get the medicine kit." The young master opened his mouth, and Roland naturally couldn't insist.

"Let that girl come."

Roland took the medicine box as quickly as he could, and handed it to An Qin, who was still standing in the living room: "If you have something to say, don't be petty, take care of the young master!" ”

An Qin took a deep breath, suppressed the churning emotions, lowered his eyes and groaned for a moment, and waited until his face returned to calm, then returned to the bedroom with the medicine box.

An Qin sat down beside the man and took out cotton balls and a bottle of anti-inflammatory potion from the medicine box.

"Trouble turned." She said to him.

Leng Qianxing obediently moved his body.

The open placket of the robe revealed his long and thin body, and the slender blood marks bloomed on his white and delicate skin, which was shocking.

She's really heavy.

Can she be blamed for everything?

An Qin sullenly stretched out a cotton ball dipped in anti-inflammatory water and gently smeared it on the wound.

Touching the wound, he endured the pain, lowered his eyes, and said nothing.

"If it hurts, squeak." It's her, remind.

"Vicious woman!" He scolded, his voice very soft, but it struck her ears like thunder.

"You ......"

In order to keep her job, she endured.