Xiao Fengting opened his eyes and looked at her: "go and get me a glass of water."

Tang Qing groped into the kitchen.

Xiao Fengting looked at her back, then slowly raised his hand to see his injured wrist.

The wound has solidified and the blood has stopped flowing.

He sat on the sofa and didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and tore the frozen wound. Until the blood came out again, he leaned on the sofa and waited for Tang Qing to pour water for him.

His thoughts were lonely in the dark, and the sound of boiling water came from the kitchen. He imagined Tang Qing's busy boiling water for her. Some part of his body gradually became hot, and his body frozen for several years, and gradually felt some warmth.

He leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed, and he gave a slight smile.

*

Tang Qing came over with warm boiled water.

There was no light in the living room. The man was leaning on the sofa, not sure if he was asleep.

It seemed that he was sitting up so slowly. Why was she so slow

"You don't have hot water at home. I made you a cup." She handed it to him carefully. "Try it. It's too hot."

The man raised his eyes and looked at her, then slowly drooped his eyes and drank a mouthful. Then he didn't say anything more. He just took a cup of tea and drank the warm boiled water slowly.

Tang Qing looked at him drinking water, slowly relieved.

This guy looks like a good talker, but she clearly feels that this guy is full of the stinks of the rich kids - autocratic, eccentric, picky, and difficult to get along with.

Xiao Fengting put the cup on the tea table, as if it had not been drinking water for a long time, and slowly exhaled a breath.

Tang Qing looked at the time. It was almost time for her to leave work and whispered, "if it's OK, I'll go back first..."

The man raised his eyelids and glanced at her. The tone was a little strange: "is it OK?"

He lifted his hand from the armrest of the sofa and shook it in front of her.

"No matter how you say it's only to save you that you're injured. Shouldn't you show it?"

"Why are you still bleeding?"

The man stood up from the sofa, tall and slender body to the upstairs: "go upstairs."

Tang Qing followed him: "what are you doing upstairs?"

"The medicine box is in my bedroom."

“……”

"You have to take responsibility, Miss Tang." His tone was cool and full of the smell of blackmail. "At least, before you leave, you have to wrap it up for me."

He took it for granted.

Who told you not to go to the hospital!

Tang Qing in the heart abdominal Fei way.

What are the strange problems of rich children!

Walking on the stairs of the man "whew" stopped for a moment, turned his head to look at her. Sincere words and earnest wishes,

, the pale golden eyes, glanced at her in a cool and cool way, and then said to her with a sincere heart, "I said, don't make complaints about me in my heart, huh?"

Tang Qing: "it's a good idea Is he a worm in her stomach?

"I don't have one." She said.

The man raised his chin slightly, looked down at her, and then snorted, turned and walked upstairs.

Huh? Hum what?

Ao Jiao what ghost, they have very familiar?

*

according to Xiao Fengting's instructions, Tang Qing found a brand-new medicine box from the bedside table.

The man took off his Beige coat and sat by the bed with his shirt on.