Although the truth is indeed as Song Ci'an said, Xiaoxiao's heart is not very comfortable.

But Song Ja'an, as a victim, did not pursue it, and she did not say more.

Song Ja'an was sent back to the apartment, and Zhang Bimei saw that she had gauze wrapped around her hands, and her heart chuckled.

"An An, what's your hand?"

"It's okay, I accidentally fell today."

Song Ja'an told a small lie, if his parents knew that he was almost hit by the spotlight, he would definitely be scared of the six gods.

"Why was it so careless, and the injury was not serious?"

Zhang Bimei looked at her injured hand left and right, her eyes full of distress.

Song Ci'an smiled lightly: "Mom, the wound is very shallow, you really don't have to worry." ”

Zhuang Jun's face was a little angry: "It's all wrapped like a zongzi, and it's not serious." ”

Song Ja'an couldn't cry or laugh, and emphasized several times that he was really fine.

If you don't believe it, you can show the wound to the two when you change the dressing in a few days.

To put it mildly, Zhuang Jun and his wife were completely relieved, but they only injured one hand, but Song Ci'an was served like a half-paralyzed person.

In the past, some of the housework at home was done by himself, but now Zhuang Jun has taken care of all of them.

also said that as long as her wound does not heal for a day, it will not be her turn to do housework.

On the second day when Song Ja'an went to work, he had already heard from his colleagues about the stage accident.

The colleague sitting next to her also gossiped.

"An An, do you know what went viral on the Internet?"

"I know a little bit, but I don't know exactly what the situation is."

As a party to the case, Song Ci'an chose to pretend to be stupid at the moment.

A colleague approached and wanted to chat with her, but the secretary appeared and said that there was other work to be handed over to Song Ja'an, and asked her to go with her.

Song Ja'an understood in seconds that it was not the secretary looking for him, but Yan Jin.

Sure enough, she was taken to the office, a place that was difficult for others to enter, but she was allowed to come and go as freely as if she were shopping, and I don't know how many times she had been there.

"Mr. Yan, Miss An An brought it."

The secretary brings people in, and after a simple word, he intuitively withdraws.

In the huge space, only Song Ci'an and Yan Jin were left, and Yan Jin, who was in a shirt, leaned back on the chair with an indifferent expression, and his slender legs naturally overlapped together.

The dark eyes roamed over Song Ja'an's body, and then fell on the hand she was hiding behind her.

"You're hurt."

"Well, I accidentally got it."

Song Ci'an naturally nodded in response, muttering in his heart, would he already know something.

"If you want to be famous, don't use it this way."

Yan Jin's throat rolled and slowly spoke.

Song Ci'an raised his eyebrows, and his eyebrows were full of doubts.

"Brother Jin, I don't know what you mean by that."

Listening to Yan Jin's meaning, he should have known that the injury on his hand should be related to the current uproar.

"Am I wrong? Internet rumors have nothing to do with you? ”

Yan Jin's casual voice sounded again.

His focus was not actually on what was going on in this matter at all, but on Song Ja'an's injury.

The specific situation is still Yuan Chi called to tell himself.

He was a little angry and called people over, but he couldn't say anything about the slightest concern.

The meaning of the words also changed completely.

Song Zi'an argued.

"It's related to me, but it's definitely not as unbearable as Brother Jin thinks. If I really want to make a name for myself, I can spread it everywhere, instead of hiding for fear of being discovered. ”

I really can't understand why every time I talk to Yan Jin, I always feel that there are many misunderstandings.