in the living room

Meng Yier's mobile phone and computer went into battle, searched on the Internet for a long time, and confirmed that those reports were really gone, so she put her mind at ease, frowned, and gradually relaxed.

Glancing upstairs, there was no sound.

Thinking of Yan Yichen's sentence "I'm hungry" and his appearance of "I'm an uncle, I must listen to my orders", Meng Yier involuntarily walked to the kitchen.

Forget it, there is a beginning and an end.

It was agreed for a week, and today was the last day, after which he could no longer force her to work as a coolie for him and enslave her for any reason.

Just thinking about it like this, Meng Yier felt very happy, and even her steps were much lighter.

Soon, he stopped chopping vegetables, and the bright smile on his face gradually disappeared, and a trace of loss came to his heart.

After today, the two may not have much intersection, right?

Although he said that he liked her, but the two had no chance to get along day and night, would he keep pestering himself like this?

He is often confronted with all kinds of beautiful women, and he may forget about her in two days.

Meng Yi'er wrinkled her eyebrows, and suddenly felt sullen in her heart, as if there was a depression that could not be relaxed.

"Ah......h

The sudden pain in her hand made Meng Yi'er exclaim in surprise.

When I looked down, the bright red blood was already gurgling out of a long wound on my finger.

"What's wrong?"

The sudden exclamation downstairs made Yan Yichen's heart tense suddenly, and he hurriedly rushed downstairs.

Seeing the little woman's slender fingers dripping with blood, Yan Yichen's heart twitched, he frowned fiercely, and a heavy pain crossed his dark eyes.

He pulled her over, pressed her thin shoulders, and sat her down at the table.

"Why was it so careless?"

There was imperceptible pity in the cold voice.

Meng Yier looked up at the man's nervous appearance, and a warm current seemed to flow through her heart, and even the wound on her hand seemed to have reduced a few points of pain.

Yan Yichen's slender fingers pinched the underside of the wound heavily, preventing the blood from flowing out again.

"Ah......h

With an exclamation, the little woman said angrily.

"Makes you careless."

With a blaming mouth, he raised his eyes and glanced at the little face that was tightly wrinkled, but the strength in his hand was slightly reduced by half a point, and his cold voice carried a hint of tenderness.

"The bleeding has to stop, just endure it for a while."

After about two minutes, the bleeding finally stopped, Yan Yichen let go of the finger he was holding, and gently wiped the blood off her finger with the strength not to hurt her.

Got up and brought the medicine box, returned to her again, took her injured little hand, and a thin touch of bright red poured out of the wound again, piercing his eyes.

Almost subconsciously, Yan Yichen lowered his head and kissed her slender fingers.

The slight cool touch on her fingers made Meng Yi'er tremble suddenly, and she looked at the man's dark and dull eyes in a daze.

Time seems to freeze.

The four eyes met, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

Yan Yichen was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect to make such an ambiguous move.

However, looking at the little woman in front of him with crimson cheeks, misty eyes with a layer of misty moisture, moist and sexy red lips slightly open, and a seductive appearance of Ren Juncaijie, he looked at him in a daze.

He was very satisfied with her like this.

The soft touch of the fingertips can't help but ripple in my heart.

Yan Yichen's dark eyes flashed with a streamer.