Clean the wound, look at the position of the nail turned, pick up the tweezers, and point to the back of Mo Ziqian. "Look over there!"

Mo Ziqian was carefully looking at the hands that were cleaning his wounds, that person, she was not necessarily very beautiful, but at this time she was quietly cleaning his wounds, so quiet, Ge Yan added, drinking with Zi Yizhi, and growing old with Zi Yi. Qin Se is royal, don't be quiet!

Just as he melted into this demure atmosphere, he suddenly heard Leng Moxi's words, and unconsciously looked in the direction of Leng Moxi's finger.

Seeing Mo Ziqian turn his head, as soon as Leng Moxi's hand was forced, Mo Ziqian's upturned nails fell off!

"Hmm!" Mo Ziqian snorted, fortunately he had already prepared, otherwise, the sudden pain just now, he was afraid that he would really hurt her!

"Whew~" Leng Moxi pressed Mo Ziqian's toe with the medicine patch that had been prepared for a long time, this trick was taught to her by her third brother, saying that it would hurt like this. "You'd better not move for the past two days, lie down at home, or it will hurt to leave!"

"It's okay, I don't have to work hard! In the afternoon, I have to buy a return gift for you to return to the door tomorrow! Mo Ziqian said.

He had just seen her fragility in the garden, it turned out that this woman who looked extremely strong also had a fragile side, I don't know why, he seemed to consciously want to protect this vulnerability.

Leng Moxi neatly packed up the medicinal powder and cotton cloth. "No need, your foot is injured, I'll go by myself in the afternoon, you can rest at home, you won't be able to run tomorrow!"

Mo Ziqian felt beads of sweat dripping from the corners of his eyes, and just wanted to wipe it with his sleeves, but suddenly found that this dress was not the coarse cloth clothes he wore on weekdays, but the brocade clothes made for him by his mother-in-law, and the sleeves were embroidered with cloud patterns.

"Give!" A clean silk handkerchief was handed to him.

"Thank you!"

If you want to say that the handkerchief is clean, it is really not wrong at all, a clean white handkerchief, which is not like the handkerchief of the average girl's house, embroidered with all kinds of patterns, but embroidered a cold word at the corner, and the others are not decorated at all.

Taking the handkerchief, Mo Ziqian wiped the cold sweat off his head. "I'll go with you in the afternoon! If I don't accompany you, I don't know what gossip will come out there! ”

"But~" Leng Moxi glanced at his feet.

Mo Ziqian smiled indifferently. "It's okay, I don't have to work hard in front!"

Leng Moxi didn't say anything more when she saw Mo Ziqian's insistence, but she fell into deep thought, she recalled that Yingmei and the others had inquired about Mo Ziqian.

Mo Ziqian saw that Leng Moxi was in a daze, so he quietly jumped to the desk, picked up the book, looked at two pages, and couldn't stand it anymore, and turned his gaze to the woman who was in a daze over there.

The mahogany tables and chairs, the transparent porcelain, against the backdrop of that beautiful little face at most, all became indifferent, she was the most special woman he had ever seen, not bewitching, not pretentious, and had a kind and innocent heart. Free-spirited, unruly, and very smart! He couldn't find any fault with her, except for the sometimes petty rudeness.

Just when she cleaned his wound, a sentence suddenly flashed in his mind, may the years be quiet and be held for life!