When Song Qingchun was still two meters away from the restaurant, the sound of the smoke machine in the kitchen stopped, and Su Zhinian walked out of the kitchen with a plate.

When he put the plate on the dining table, he found her who was about to walk to the door, and glanced at her very lightly, and the words in his mouth were lukewarm: "Let's eat." ”

As he spoke, he took the lead in pulling open the chair he was accustomed to sitting on and sat down.

Song Qingchun just nodded his head and didn't speak.

Her heart became very tense, and her hand clenched her fist hard at her side, and then she slipped on her slippers and walked inside.

From the living room to the dining room, there are two steps.

When Song Qingchun stepped on the first step, he secretly took a breath, then gritted his teeth, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he let himself step on the foot of the second step and stepped on the air.

Although Song Qingchun had been mentally prepared in advance, when she fell to the ground without warning, she still gasped in pain.

She didn't care about where she fell, but instead turned the corner of her eyes to Su Zhinian, who was sitting at the dining table.

She clearly saw that the man was holding the bowl and serving the soup, and the moment she fell, he threw the bowl and spoon on the table, ignoring the burning pain from the hot soup splashing on his hand, and kicked the chair behind him straight, and rushed towards her with a meteor.

On the way, he accidentally bumped into a chair, but he didn't seem to notice it, just raised his foot, kicked the chair aside, and squatted in front of her, his tone sounded very light, but Song Qingchun, who had been paying attention to his mood swings, still sensitively grabbed a touch of concern and nervousness: "Where is the injury?" ”

Song Qingchun didn't say anything, and continued to stare at Su Zhinian without blinking.

Su Zhinian thought she was stupid, so he picked her up from the ground without saying a word, and then stepped on the steps, walked to the sofa in the living room, and put her up.

He crouched down in front of her, examined her body, and when he saw a small abrasion on her calf, his eyebrows furrowed fiercely, and he whispered "Wait a minute", then stood up and quickly went upstairs.

When he returned, he had a medical kit in his hand.

He knelt down on one knee in front of her, hurriedly opened the medicine box, took alcohol from it, and said "bear with it" while holding tweezers and dipping it in alcohol, and smeared it on her wound.

Because of the pain, Song Qingchun's body trembled for a moment, and then she felt the man's already gentle disinfection force, becoming more gentle and careful.

The wound was not serious, the bleeding was not serious, and after the poison was eliminated, Su Zhinian took a few band-aids, tore them one by one, and pasted them on the wound side by side.

Song Qingchun lowered his eyes, staring at Su Zhinian with a focused and serious expression, and his heart suddenly rolled and became intense.

In the past, it was not that he didn't care about her, but at that time, she didn't have emotional disputes, just moved, so he didn't pay attention to the changes in his expression.

And this time, she was injured just to see his reaction, so during the whole process, she was afraid that she would miss a single thing, and she saw it very clearly......