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Jiang Mian didn't go back to the dormitory after dinner, and planned to go to the simulation base built by the program team.

One-to-one restoration, since Fu Sichen's troops have not been shopping, it is okay to visit the simulated ones.

"Team Fu, let's let the military doctor come over and take a look, you still have to train tomorrow."

A familiar sound came from around the corner, and Jiang Mian frowned slightly and walked over.

"No need, minor injuries, I'll just take care of it myself."

Lin Chuan wanted to speak and stopped, but he had no choice but to respond to the order from above: "If Team Fu has something, just tell us as soon as possible." ”

He just turned around and almost bumped into Jiang Mian head-on: "Jiang Mian? ”

The familiar name attracted Fu Sichen's attention, and the two of them looked at each other without saying a word.

Jiang Mian looked around: "I just walked around, I didn't expect you to be here." ”

After speaking, Jiang Mian was inexplicably a little weak-hearted, as if he came here because he heard Fu Sichen's name.

Fu Sichen's voice was calm: "Lin Chuan, you go back first." ”

Lin Chuan looked at the two of them and was a little confused: "Okay." ”

Jiang Mian looked at Fu Sichen and looked up and down.

Where did it hurt?

How I didn't see it.

Fu Sichen lowered his eyes, and a few low laughs came out of his throat: "Don't look at it, come in." ”

As the words fell, he opened the door to the side and walked in.

Well???

This is his dorm??

Jiang Mian didn't come back to his senses for a while, and a laugh came from inside: "Miss Jiang has been standing outside and is not afraid of the director team's candid filming, but she really can't explain it when the time comes......"

"Bang!"

Before the man's words fell, the door to the room had been closed.

Jiang Mian looked around the furnishings of the room, and the layout in the room was very simple, with a quilt of tofu blocks and a clean and tidy desk.

Well......

It's Fu Sichen, who is a little obsessive-compulsive.

Fu Sichen pulled a chair and motioned for her to sit down, and he turned around and didn't know what to look for.

"You're ...... this"

"Fu Sichen, what's the matter with the opening of your arm!"

Jiang Mian came in and just wanted to boast that it was a little comfortable here, but he happened to see the opening on the side of the man's arm, and the camouflage clothes were soaked in some blood.

She stepped forward to check in a little anxious, and the man comforted her and sat down: "It's okay, small injury, I'll find a medical kit to deal with." ”

Jiang Mian couldn't help but stand up and pulled Fu Sichen to the side of the bed: "You sit down, I'll help you deal with it." ”

Realizing that he seemed to have talked too much, Jiang Mian added: "I don't want to be a widow at a young age." ”

Fu Sichen bent his lips and smiled, his voice was very deep, and he promised: "Don't worry, I won't let you have that chance." ”

Jiang Mian found the medicine box in the cabinet and took a pair of scissors: "There's no way, this dress of yours is going to be cut." ”

When she was in college, she still learned some ways to deal with wounds, and for the current unestimated and possible clothes and wounds adhered together, Jiang Mian could only deal with the clothes first.

"Whoa—"

The rags fell, and the well-defined arms were exposed, and Jiang Mian was a little overwhelmed all of a sudden.

Fu Sichen pursed his lips, teasing with a smile: "If Mrs. Fu continues to look like this, the blood may also be dry." ”

“……”

Jiang Mian's ears were a little hot, and his tone was a little fierce: "Don't make noise, be careful that it will hurt you to death." ”

She took it and wiped it with a disinfectant swab, feeling that the scene in front of her seemed familiar.

Unexpectedly, the next second, the man's somewhat smug tone sounded: "Don't you think that I help you at noon, and you help me at night, you are worthy of being husband and wife." ”

"Shhhh

"Wife, lightly."

There is also a poor mind and mouth.