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Song Qingchun felt that her head was about to explode, she stomped on the floor like crazy, desperately grabbing her hair.

Just when she was almost on the verge of collapse, the door of the study was suddenly opened, and Su Zhinian's elegant and faint voice came: "Make a cup of coffee." ”

"Oh." Song Qingchun hurriedly stood up, answered in a daze, and saw Su Zhinian's gaze drifting towards the shirt he was holding in his hand, so he hurriedly hid the clothes behind him, nodded again, and said, "Got it, Mr. Su." ”

Su Zhinian didn't speak, stared at Song Qingchun's face with a bit of inquiry and puzzlement in his eyes for a while, and then bowed his head lightly and retreated to the study.

Song Qingchun took a deep breath, suppressed the fluctuating emotions in his heart, bit his lower lip and lowered his head, stared at the blood-stained shirt he was holding in his hand for a long time, and finally quietly took the shirt back to his bedroom and hid it-

The door of the study was open, and Song Qingchun didn't go in directly, but stood at the door and knocked on the door.

Su Zhinian stared intently at the document in his hand, didn't raise his head, and said lightly: "Enter." ”

Song Qingchun walked lightly to the desk, and just as he was about to put the porcelain cup in his hand on the desk, Su Zhinian stretched out his hand.

Song Qingchun put the porcelain cup in his hand.

"Thank you." Su Zhinian replied two words in a flat tone, and handed the porcelain cup to his mouth, his gaze always stayed on the document, and his other hand did not stop, holding a stroke, and quickly writing and drawing on the paper.

Su Zhinian took a sip of "coffee" and found that the taste was wrong, and his eyebrows wrinkled inadvertently.

Before he could speak, Song Qingchun's voice came softly: "Mr. Su, you are injured and need to rest well, and you won't be able to sleep at night after drinking coffee, so I made you a glass of milk." ”

The tip of Su Zhinian's pen shook violently, and a long black path was drawn on the document.

This was the first time since she had moved into his house that she had asked him to come in the opposite direction.

In the past, it was always what he asked her to do, she did it in a proper manner, never mixed with any of her thoughts and emotions, even once, he was uncomfortable in his stomach, so she asked her to make boiled meat slices, she did it as usual, and then when eating, she saw him holding his aching stomach and pointing to the boiled meat slices, she didn't have any reaction, and she gave him a dish with an indifferent expression.

Song Qingchun saw that Su Zhinian was silent for a long time, thinking that he was unhappy because of his good intentions, and said, "Mr. Su, you are under the orders of Doctor Xia......

"Yes." Before Song Qingchun finished speaking, Su Zhinian said "um" softly, his hand returned to normal, writing on the document while slowly tasting milk as if he was drinking coffee.

Song Qingchun stood where he was, waited until Su Zhinian's work stopped, and opened his mouth again: "Mr. Su, I'll change the dressing for your wound, Doctor Xia said, you have to change the dressing frequently these days." ”

"Okay." Su Zhinian put down the pen in his hand, pointed behind him, and motioned for Song Qingchun to stand over.

In the first three days, when the flesh and blood were the most blurred, it was all changed by Dr. Xia, even after three days, most of the wound had healed, but when Song Qingchun opened the gauze, he still felt a little shocked.