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After seeing the doctor, Hao Jifei determined that it was just some skin injuries, and some scars on his face would not leave any scars. He gave some ointment for trauma.

Ling was still afraid that the five-year-old would not know the ointment and might swallow it, so she planned to put it away and daub it on her own every day.

But in the evening, her daughter came to ask her for the ointment, "Mommy, I'll help Xiao Fei apply the ointment."

Ling still slightly raised his eyebrow, "can you paint it?"

"Yes Little guy very hard point head, "I'm not a child!"

A five-year-old child, saying that he is not a child, is somewhat funny. However, Ling still knows that Hao Jifei is so stiff in the face of herself. Every time she gets close to the child, she can feel the tension of the child's body.

She thought about it and handed the ointment to her daughter, "then you can apply it to Xiaofei. But remember, this ointment can only be applied externally, and you can't eat it in your mouth. After applying the ointment, you should remember to wash your hands!"

"Well." Yi Qianjin nodded her head, took the plaster, and hopped to Hao Jifei's room. Of course, it was her room, because when she slept at night, she would squeeze a quilt with Xiao Fei.

Yi Qianjin enters Hao Jifei's room. The layout of the room is pretty good, and there are a lot of toys in the room. Of course, these toys are all moved by Yi Qianjin from her room, so they are all dolls played by some girls, such as playing house.

Hao Jifei saw Yi Qianjin come in. He felt a little shocked. Then he saw the ointment on the other side's hand, so he reached out to take it.

But Yi Qianjin insisted that he should paint for each other, "we are good friends, we should help each other!" She is very eloquent.

His eyelashes quiver a little. As mommy said before, he and she will never be friends.

Yi Qianjin unscrewed the lid, squeezed out the ointment and put it on Hao Jifei's injured face a little bit. Then he had two claws and wanted to pick his clothes spontaneously.

Hao Jifei's little face turned red. "I'll... I'll do it myself." Five years old, but already have the concept of gender.

"You have a back injury, too. You can't see it." She murmured, still insisting on taking off his clothes and helping him apply the ointment.

Small claws, hard to wipe, for her, plaster a little more, Xiaofei can get better quickly.

"Why are you... Fighting for me?" Hao Jifei asked abruptly.

"It's said that we are good friends. If others bully you, of course I'll fight for you!" She returned quite naturally.

"Do you really think we can be good friends?" He murmured.

"Why not?" She asked in a strange way.