Chapter 17: Don't You Talk a Lot?
The girl clenched her teeth, and her forbearance made Leng Qianxing's heart tighten.
"You just bumped into it like that, screaming for help in a daze, I really sent you to the hospital." He remembered the events of that night vividly, and about her was engraved into his blood and bones, and he couldn't forget it. "Halfway to the hospital, you were completely out of control, shouting that you were going to die, and rubbing against me...... I'm also a man......"
The girl's smearing action stopped, and he could feel the strange emotion transmitted from the cotton force.
"Remember it yourself, don't be wronged by me, I have been innocent for 26 years, and I was ruined by you like that, I still want to cry."
Because of his words, the girl looked up, but he turned his face away from hers.
Under the morning sun, his red ears were crystal clear.
After he reminded him, some memories also became clear.
However, is he really wronged? In the cramped carriage, he took her to the villa and tossed all night......
Ah, it's all An Chen's bastard.
An Qin shook his head, trying to put the unpleasantness behind him.
"Aren't you talking a lot?" This man is completely different from what Shinoya described. She whispered and continued to treat his wounds.
"Huh?" He heard it and turned to look at her.
She smeared the medicine on him very seriously, and her crying nose was powdered, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. What is particularly striking is that the originally smooth and beautiful forehead was swollen into a big bag at this time because of that impact......
Really, if he had calmed down, he wouldn't have hurt both of them.
What's wrong with him? The whole person was out of control in front of her.
"That's it!" Applying the anti-inflammatory, she retracted her hand.
Leng Qianxing didn't speak, took out a bottle of activation potion from the medicine box, dipped some potion with cotton balls, and carried it to the girl.
Anqin reflexively moved backwards-
"Don't move!" He commanded, as if under a spell, and her body froze.
The cotton ball was gently pressed against the swollen bag on her forehead, and the active water seeped out and rubbed on her skin, stinging and burning slightly.
Tut-
She grinned in pain, and at the same time looked up in astonishment at the calm man.
"You're the one who did it first." Under her gaze, he defended his actions, implying that he was a very considerate person, unlike her rudeness.
"Who made your mouth stink." She also defended herself.
He frowned at being criticized, and the expression on his face was enriched.
Falling off the cotton ball, he urged: "There is a morning meeting, do what you have to do." ”
Since I am here to work, I naturally have to put aside personal grievances.
An Qin didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly went to the closet to match him with clothes for work.
As a fashion designer, she is used to dressing and matching models, and when she enters the work state, Anqin devotes herself to it. She quickly assisted Leng Qianxing in putting on his clothes and pants, carefully fastened his belt, and buttoned every button of his shirt.
"You're still so young, you can try some bright colors, don't waste your good years." Her fingers wandered over the ties of the two drawers, dark and monochromatic, there were not many options to choose from, but she was so dissatisfied.
"Just buy it as you want, as long as it's not too exaggerated, I'm willing to try." He said.
"Good!" She was glad that he accepted her suggestion, which would make the job more handy.
She peered deeper into the drawer, her eyes lit up as if she had found a treasure.
She picked up a tie with a dark blue background and oblique yellow stripes: "That's it." ”
"No ......" he refused, it was too bright compared to the previous style.
"You said you'd like to try." She lifted her toes and looped her tie around his upturned collar.
She was suddenly so close, and her little face was raised with a persuasive smile.