Su Zhinian buckled his belt, turned his head, tried his best to make his tone as stable as possible, and opened his mouth coldly, asking, "Find me, is there anything wrong?" ”

Song Qingchun didn't speak, with a pair of big black and clear eyes, he didn't move, staring at him directly.

Su Zhinian was a little burned by her gaze, he cleared his voice, and when he saw that she still didn't react, he pretended to be very calm, took steps, walked to the bed, picked up his shirt in a very elegant posture, and put it on his body.

He seemed to be fastening the buttons without hurry, but the tips of his fingers were a little chaotic, and there were two buttons in the middle that were misplaced.

His ears burned even more, and a pale red crept up on his white face, and he consciously turned his head away, avoiding her gaze, and raised his voice again, clearing his voice heavily.

Song Qingchun came back to his senses and was stunned in place for half a minute before he realized what he had just watched.

Her face turned red, and she quickly took her eyes back from Su Zhinian's body, she completely forgot the purpose of her coming to his bedroom, turned around and ran out the door.

The door was slammed shut, and after about a minute, it was pushed open again.

Song Qingchun rushed in again with a red face, threw the express delivery in his hand on the coffee table in front of Su Zhinian, didn't dare to look at him, just hurriedly threw the word "your", and then ran away without stopping for a moment.

The door made another loud "bang".

Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun's courier on the table, the pale red on his cheeks became darker.

After a long while, he reached out and picked up the courier, and was just about to open the seal when the door was pushed open for the third time.

Su Zhinian paused, then turned her head and saw Song Qingchun standing at the door, not coming in, her eyes were staring at the coffee table in front of her.

Su Zhinian adjusted his emotions, opened his mouth lightly, and asked, "Is there anything else?" ”

When Song Qingchun heard his question, he didn't make a sound, but his eyes fell on his face, looked at him for a moment, and then walked into his bedroom again, and then stopped in front of the trash can next to his leg, lowered his head, and looked inside.

There were a lot of blood-stained cotton balls inside, and they smelled of alcohol.

The cotton balls were still wet, presumably not long after they had been thrown in.

She thought of what she had just seen on the coffee table, the medicine box was open, and next to it was a cotton ball, tweezers, a salvement, and an open bottle of alcohol.

In fact, when she just came in to express him, the corner of her eye inadvertently swept those things, but she left in too much hurry and didn't think too much about it, until she returned to the bedroom, and she vaguely felt that something was wrong.

He has nothing to do, what is he putting all that stuff out for? Could it be that he was injured?

She thought about it, but she was always a little uneasy, so she turned it back again, but she didn't expect to see the sterilized bloody cotton ball from the trash can.

Song Qingchun pursed his lips and looked at Su Zhinian: "Where are you injured?" ”

Su Zhinian vaguely understood what Song Qingchun meant when she looked at the trash can.

He was injured, and the injury was that when he controlled the courier brother to fall down in the morning, he used too much force, causing the courier brother to bruise his leg, and even his leg was also injured.

PS: Five thousand more words! I'm a handicap party~ If you are in a hurry, you can go to bed early, and get up early the next day to watch~