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Get up and clean up Yi Fei's room. " Song Qiting said coldly.

Tang Zhen was confused by Song Qiting's actions just now, and only after resting for a while did he support himself up from the wall, raising his head and asking: "Why? I'm not her servant. "

"Alright," Song Qiting laughed coldly. "Then, just wait until morning to bid farewell to Gu Yun. It seems like a good choice to go to Africa to be a doctor without borders. "

"You!" Tang Zhen glared at Song Qiting furiously. He knew that Song Qiting had done what he said, so he endured it and turned to walk upstairs.

The room was clean and tidy, Tang Zhen knew that Song Qiting had purposely made him look bad.

Five minutes later, she went downstairs and said with suppressed anger, "I'm done."

"Then I'll go rest." Yu Yifei said to Song Qiting in a soft voice.

However, this voice seemed to have lost its magic from three years ago, causing him to no longer be so moved.

He patted Yu Yifei's head and said: "Rest well."

When Yu Yifei passed by Tang Zhen, he revealed a faint smile.

Tang Zhen felt extremely exhausted, and pain faintly came from his forehead — — Just now, he had been thrown by Song Qiting into the corner of the wall and knocked against the wine shelf.

She also turned around and was about to go upstairs, but was stopped by Song Qiting.

"What now?" Tang Zhen turned his head and looked at him angrily.

Song Qiting didn't say anything and pressed her down on the sofa. He turned around and took the medicine box, using a pair of tweezers to sterilize the cotton ball and placed it on her forehead. He did not know why he had such an impulse.

Tang Zhen was stunned for a moment, and then he opened his hand and ridiculed: "CEO Song, what are you trying to do now? Please don't play with me, I can't stand it! "

With that said, Tang Zhen struggled to get up.

"Sit down, don't move." Song Qiting pressed Tang Zhen back onto the bed with one hand, his tone filled with an irrefutable strength.

His movements were rarely seen as he gently stuck the Band-Aid on Tang Zhen's forehead. Soon after, he heard Yu Yifei's shrill screams from upstairs.

Song Qiting's expression turned serious, and he rushed up the stairs in three steps.

Tang Zhen laughed bitterly, and touched the band-aid on his forehead, as if it was still warm from that person's touch.

"Tang Zhen, get the hell over here!" Song Qiting shouted from upstairs.

Casually taking off the useless band-aid, Tang Zhen walked up the stairs. Some of the wounds had been festering and pus. How could they be treated with a small Band-Aid?

Inside the room, Yu Yifei was trembling in Song Qiting's embrace. Seeing Tang Zhen, he cried: "Little Zeze, you know I'm most afraid of mice, why are you scaring me? If you don't want to tidy up my room, you can say so. Why did you scare me! "

Tang Zhen did not understand, but in the next second, a mouse's corpse flew towards him, accurately hitting his hand, and then falling back onto the ground.

That furry sensation caused Tang Zhen's face to turn pale, he quickly took a step back and pressed his screaming down in his throat.

"Did you do it?" Song Qiting swept Tang Zhen with his cold eyes, his tone was not friendly.

Tang Zhen had yet to recover from the earlier fear, his lips trembled as he said, "No … "It's not me …"

"Who else but you? Only you have ever been in this room. "Would a mouse's body come to the bed by itself?" Yu Yifei cried like rain, but her tone was overbearing.

"Like I said, it has nothing to do with me. You can do whatever you want." Tang Zhen recovered her calmness, but the chill in her heart had not been dispelled, so she did not dare lower her head to look at the dead mouse below her feet.

"Qi Ting …"

"Apologize!" Song Qiting coldly said to Tang Zhen.