Chapter 533

Just a moment ago, she seemed to realize that the scene in the room was strange but warm.

At least the life after marriage she dreamed of before her divorce is the scene now?

However, the male host became Shang Qian, and her heart seemed to be less obsessive.

The pain on the wrist was so intense that Shang Qian half hugged her and went to the tap to wash.

This gesture was aggressive and ambiguous. Su Nan earned her arm. Shang Qian thought it was her wrist that hurt. He moved more gently. He loosened his arm, held her injured place, and blew painfully

Su Nan glanced at him and saw Shang Qian in front of him. He was incredibly gentle.

The chest seemed to be lightly knocked by something and trembled slightly.

She quickly lowered her eyes, pulled out her arm, and smiled faintly, "it doesn't matter. It doesn't hurt anymore."

Immediately conceal the confusion in your heart.

The wrist was just splashed with a drop of oil, washed by cold water, leaving only a dazzling red, but it was too dazzling on her white and tender skin.

Shang Qian frowned, and a trace of annoyance flashed between his eyes.

"You shouldn't be allowed to cook by yourself. It's my thoughtlessness."

As he said this, he took her by the wrist and went out with a strong gesture. It was obvious that he would not let her continue to stay in the kitchen.

Su Nan smiled. In fact, she had experienced many such accidents. But every time she gritted her teeth and endured the pain for a moment, but the sense of achievement after finishing the meal made her happy, especially that her meals were made for fuyechuan.

But he will never know.

"What happened to the beautiful sister?"

Little Mike Baba ran over and looked at daddy holding her hand with dissatisfaction.

Su Nan sat on the sofa, "nothing, just jumped into the oil, but in the kitchen..."

The steak is going to burn!

Shang Qian pressed her shoulder. "I'll let someone do it. Don't move."

Su Nan was a little embarrassed. She even screwed up her request.

Hearing the speech, the maid came out of her room and continued what Su Nan had not done, without any sense of existence.

Shang Qian found the medicine box and asked him to fill it for her personally.

Little Mike stared at the little red dot with worry.

Su Nan really felt a little alarmed. "I'll do it myself."

Shang Qian raised his eyebrows. "Can't Miss Su trust me?"

Su Nan smiled, a little helpless, "it really doesn't hurt."

It's just a little spicy and stinging, which can be ignored.

Shang Qian didn't believe it. He put her hand on his knee and the two men were very close.

He bowed his head and gently applied the ointment to her. The ointment was a string of English, which should have been brought back from abroad. It felt very cool and comfortable, even without the tingling.

Not bad.

Just after the cool feeling, Shang Qian's fingers still held her arm, and the temperature on his body reached her arm, which was a little stiff.

She dropped her eyes and twinkled slightly. She wanted to go and stay. She really wanted to indulge in it.

The little Mike on the other side can't keep looking. He still doesn't let go?

He simply broke the silence in the atmosphere.

"Beautiful sister, is it still painful? My father is experienced in taking care of girls. If you feel uncomfortable, just say it..."

For a moment, the room was silent.

Just a few ambiguous threads in the air disappeared without a trace.

Shang Qian's action was slightly stiff, and his eyes looked coldly at little Mike, who had succeeded in the plot. Has he not touched his hand for too long?