342. [342] A hotel room
"Is it worth it?" asked Muang, beaten like this just for a point of contact, and even if he hadn't shown up, she would have been hurt more and more.
Whether it's worth it or not, Su Ai really didn't think much about it, "It's a little scary to think about it now, but I didn't think about it so much at the time, I just think that I can't just give my friend's contact information to irrelevant people." Whether it's worth it or not, it's already a fact anyway. β
"Will you do anything for the sake of your friends?" he asked again.
"Hmm...... I don't know how to do everything, and if my friend asks me to commit suicide or something, of course I refuse. She paused and said, realizing that what she was saying at this moment was a bit like a bad joke, so she added, "Just follow your heart, if you have to think about whether everything should be done or not, whether it is worth it or not, if you want it, then it will be too tiring." To put it bluntly, she was just relying on instinct.
He said no more and started the car, and she did not say anything more, but sat quietly.
It didn't take long for the car to drive to the door of a pharmacy, Mu Ang parked the car on the side of the road, Su Ai unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, only to find that Mu Ang also got out of the car at the same time.
Could it be ...... He still has to accompany her into the pharmacy to buy medicine?" "I can buy my own medicine, so I don't have to bother you." She said.
But the people ignored her at all, just went into the pharmacy, pointed to her swollen face, and said to the pharmacy clerk, "For the wounds on her face, I want the medicine with the best effect." β
The meaning is concise and clear!
The clerk glanced at the wound on Su Ai's face, but also took a bottle of plaster for smearing, plus a box of OK bandages, and at the same time used ambiguous and inexplicable eyes to spin around Su Ai and Mu Ai's bodies, and the meaning in his eyes was obviously to regard Mu Ang as the person who injured Su Ai.
When Mu Ang went to pay the bill, the clerk still pulled Su Ai and said kindly, "You, although your boyfriend is handsome, you should consider how much you have violent tendencies, otherwise you won't be able to pay for a few lives in the future." β
Hearing this, Su Ai was sweating wildly, "He...... He wasn't my boyfriend, and the wound on my face wasn't from him. She hastened to justify Muang's name.
"Hey, don't be embarrassed, I'm from here, I understand. When I was looking for a boyfriend, I was also greedy for beauty, and I found a handsome one, but who knew that the other party's temper was terrible, and one didn't go along with his heart, so he punched and kicked the ground, and then after half a year, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I broke up!" The clerk said with an expression that I understood, "It's not that I said, the more handsome a man is, the worse his personality is." β
"But I really ......" Su Ai wanted to explain again, when she saw that Mu Ang had already settled the account, walked to her side and said, "Okay." β
"Ah, thank you. Her face flushed for a while, and she didn't know if he heard the conversation with the clerk just now, "How much, I'll give it to you." Walking out of the pharmacy, she rummaged through her bag, intending to take out her wallet and pay him back.
He glanced at her coldly, "Don't talk such useless nonsense. β
Nonsense? Is she talking nonsense? Su Ai was speechless, but Mu Ang's appearance made it clear that she would not accept her money, so she continued to insist on paying for the medicine without pretension.
After getting into the car, Mu Ang asked Su Ai, "Where are you going?"
She thought about it, anyway, now she is not suitable to go home, nor is it suitable to go back to the studio, so she said, "Wherever you want, you just leave me in a convenient place." β
It's just 15 minutes later, Su Ai regretted what she had just said. Well, what she meant was that Madeon could take her to a bus stop and drop her off, but who knows, he'll bring her to-uh, the hotel.
A man and a woman, opening a room in a hotel, it is estimated that no one will look at it with pure eyes.
Especially...... Mu Ang seems to be an acquaintance of this hotel, as soon as he enters the hotel, the lobby manager of the hotel comes forward to greet him with a smile, listening to the tone, it seems that Mu Ang's room, or the VIP suite of the hotel, is Mu Ang has been wrapped for a long time.
The lobby manager also personally pressed the elevator button for Mu Ang, and then with a smiling expression, he watched Mu Ang and Su Ai enter the elevator.
Su Ai felt that she was acting as a panda again.
"Actually...... You don't have to bring me to the hotel, really. Inside the elevator, Su Ai cleared her throat and said.
His gaze fell on her face, "Do you have any other places you want to go?"
"......" she blinked, no!
"Or are you afraid that I'll do something bad to you in my hotel room for a while?" he continued.
"......" didn't either!
Basically, Su Ai will not worry about this at all, Mu Ang's feelings for Cancan, she has always seen it. Moreover, since his college days, Su Ai has watched all kinds of beauties try their best to get close to Mu Ang, even if her face is not swollen, he has no interest in her, not to mention that her face is now a fight with a pig's head.
So, Su Ai could only comfort herself, she was here anyway, and she had nowhere else to go, so she just nested for a while. In fact, she should be grateful to Mu Ang, at least he let her have a place to stay for the time being.
Mu Ang's VIP room is luxurious and elegant, and Su Ai is almost in the mood of Grandma Liu's visit to the Grand View Garden.
After leading her into the room, Muang took off his coat, turned on the stereo, and sat down on the sofa in the living room, closing his eyes and recuperating.
Su Ai was stunned, the music played in the stereo was the song that Cancan sang in the audition a few years ago, but he didn't know how many times he had listened to this song.
She looked at Muang, who was sitting on the couch with his eyes closed. This man, still can't let go of Cancan? Even if Cancan is married, even if Cancan loves Si Jianyu from beginning to end, he still ...... Will you always love Cancan?
And now, listening to the bright singing, what is he thinking?
Inexplicably, she thought of the "Emerald Color" she made again, the song has not yet been completed, and some turning parts still need to be polished.
And her inspiration for this piece is, undeniably, from Muang.
I don't know what Mu Ang would think if one day, he heard the "Emerald Color" she wrote, of course, the biggest likelihood, he didn't want anything.
Su Ai touched her nose self-deprecatingly, picked up the plastic bag containing the ointment and OK bandage, and walked into the bathroom.
Looking at the mirror on the sink, Su Ai looked at herself in the mirror, and sighed in her heart, sure enough, it was very much like a pig's head, a face that was already ordinary enough, and it could be described as ugly at this time.
Hong Jianyuan's two slaps, sure enough, did not leave his hands at all, and on both cheeks, you can still see the faint five finger prints.
But think about it, Hong Jianyuan is worse than her now, but he is a little bit psychologically balanced.
Finding a clean towel, Su Ai first soaked the towel in warm water, then dried it, and then carefully wiped her face. Because of the relationship between wiping his face, he touched the swelling and pain on his face, and naturally he inevitably grinned again.
It hurts, it hurts!
She gasped several times, and finally she got used to the pain little by little. After a while, putting down the towel, she flipped out the ointment she had bought at the pharmacy, unscrewed the lid, squeezed out the ointment, and applied it to her face little by little.
The ointment was very cool, but it made the burning pain on the face disappear a little, but after applying the ointment, I still didn't see how much the redness and swelling had disappeared. If at night, her face is still so virtuous, then she will definitely not be able to go home, this kind of look is a wound that has been beaten, and she can't open her eyes and tell her parents that she fell this kind of lie.
Just as she was thinking, suddenly, she saw a figure leaning against the bathroom door, looking at her through the mirror.
It's Muang!
Su Ai turned his head sharply and stared at Mu Ang with wide eyes, he ...... When did he come? It was as if his appearance was always silent.
"Scaring you?" he asked.
"Ah...... OK. She gasped, and was technically a little frightened, "Are you going to use the bathroom?" As she spoke, she was about to walk out, but her arm was suddenly grabbed by Muang.
"Wait. He said, keeping his head down and staring at her face.
She looked at him in a daze, and it wasn't until the next moment, when his fingers touched the wound at the corner of her mouth, that she came back to her senses.
"It's just a minor injury. She smiled a little awkwardly. Although she knew that Mu Ang didn't mean anything to her, but the other party was also a beautiful man, so close, and this slightly ambiguous posture made her heart beat a little faster, and the burning sensation on her face that had disappeared seemed to come up again at this moment.
His eyes narrowed, and his gaze fell on the box of OK bandages she still had on the sink.
"Don't move. He said, picked up the box of OK bandages, opened the box, took out one of the OK bandages, tore open the package, and stuck it on the corner of her mouth.
Su Ai felt that if the girls in the university saw this situation, they would probably be drowned alive by spit.
The Prince of Icebergs is helping her paste OK bandage! It's just unrealistic to the extreme!
It is estimated that this should be all thanks to Cancan's blessing, Su Ai thought to herself in her heart. If she wasn't Cancan's friend, it is estimated that he would have thrown her on the road a long time ago, and what kind of OK bandage would she have posted.
When he posted it, Su Ai said, "Thank you." β
"Nothing to thank. He said lightly, turned and left the bathroom, and returned to the living room, where the melodious singing still sounded, it was a brilliant singing.
But at this moment, what was on his fingertips was the temperature of another woman.
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