Lu Qian hung up the phone, and Zhao Siqing was relieved.

Lu Qian put the phone on the coffee table, looked at Zhao Siqing and said, "I'll help you deal with your arm." ”

Zhao Siqing looked at the arm that was still dripping blood, because it was covered by sleeves, so he couldn't tell what the injury had become.

But after all, it was better to deal with it more steadily, she stepped forward and stood sideways in front of Lu Qian, and said softly: "I'm sorry for you." ”

Lu Qian's hand picking up the scissors paused slightly, as if he was a little uncomfortable with her politeness.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, just carefully cut off the sleeve for her with scissors.

The blood stains were a little sticky, and the torn fabric was very painful to stick to the flesh, and Zhao Siqing's face was slightly pale.

Lu Qian lowered her head slightly, while carefully getting off the fabric that was sticking to the skin and flesh for her, and asked softly: "You have been recently... Are you alright? ”

Zhao Siqing glanced at him and said softly: "It's good, Chu Yue's matter is over, and there are a lot of guests in the studio recently, so I'm busy every day." ”

Lu Qian threw the cut fabric into the trash can, and couldn't help frowning as she looked at the wound on her arm.

The shelf smashed down and caused a large area of bruises and bruises, and the most serious thing was that there was a sharp point on the shelf, which directly cut a deep path.

Her arm was thin and white, and it was a bloody streak on it, and the flesh was slightly turned out, still dripping blood, which looked a little shocking.

Lu Qian soaked the cotton ball with iodine, then looked at her and said, "Bear with it, it will hurt a little." ”

Zhao Siqing nodded silently.

Seeing this, Lu Qian pinched her arm with one hand, and pressed the soaked cotton ball on her wound with the other hand, and wiped it repeatedly to disinfect it.

Zhao Siqing couldn't help frowning, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Zhao Siqing didn't look at the wound again, but focused on Lu Qian to divert his attention: "Are all the songs you sing written by yourself?" ”

"Yes." Lu Qian didn't look up, but continued to ask, "Do you like it?" ”

Zhao Siqing thought for a while and said softly, "It's good." ”

It didn't matter if she liked it or not, she didn't even know what songs he sang.

It's been a busy day, or even if she's not busy, she hasn't searched the Internet for the songs he sings.

So in the calculation, except for the last time I heard it on the big screen in the square, it was today's song.

Lu Qian understands her temperament and has always been so cold.

Knowing that she hadn't listened, he didn't ask again.

Zhao Siqing fell silent again, she actually wanted to ask him if he was happy to step into this circle and sing?

But after thinking about it, the words came to his lips and he didn't ask again.

When people grow up, there will always be a lot of things that they can't help themselves, and they can stop doing things that they don't like, and they will definitely have things that they don't like anymore.

Everyone is in the torrent of time, and there are more hardships of this and that.

That's why things are people, and things are impermanent.

There was silence in the room for a while, except for the sound of Lu Qian concentrating on treating her wounds.

Lu Qian lowered his head slightly, and kept focusing, but his eyes were a little sore.

He had wanted to see her again countless times, and he had wanted to have a good word with her countless times.

But when she stood in front of him, he found that he seemed to be silent.

Lu Qian turned his head and took the gauze and bandaged her.

With his Adam's apple moving slightly, he slowly spoke: "Qingqing, we... Can you still ......?"

There was a loud 'bang', and the door was pushed open from outside.