Chapter 30

The wound on her face and on her arm were serious, so Mo Xiuchen drove the express train. It took him ten minutes to get there. After he drove the express train, he arrived in five minutes.

After getting out of the car, Wen Yiyi followed him with small steps. She was still wearing his coat.

With the breeze blowing gently, the faint lemon fragrance on his clothes floated into her nose. Wen Yiyi couldn't help being distracted. He didn't notice when the people in front of him stopped. After a puff, he bumped into his strong back.

There was a sudden pain in her little face, and Wyatt looked bitter.

As soon as Mo Xiuchen turned his head, he saw her expression of bitterness. He was amused by her. Before, his dull mood was slightly improved. He stretched out his long hand and pulled Wen Yiyi over, holding her hand: "walking so slowly."

"My legs are not as long as you. Of course I'm not as fast as you." Wen Yiyi responds in a low voice.

"What else The man raised his eyebrows and looked unhappy.

Wen Yiyi saw that his face was in a state of displeasure. He immediately closed his mouth and didn't dare to speak any more. That careful look made Mo Xiuchen frown again. Was he so terrible?

Two people each put in the mind, after entered the villa, Mo Xiu Chen calmly face went upstairs, also regardless of Wen Yiyi.

Wen Yiyi stood downstairs and watched his figure disappear in the corridor. Then he went to the sofa and sat down with his mouth flat. The expression on his face was unpredictable. She didn't say anything just now. Why was he unhappy?

Wen Yiyi pursed her lips and leaned on the sofa with her arms in her arms. After sitting for a while, she felt sleepy and her eyelids fell down. Finally, she closed her eyes and took a nap.

He didn't go to sleep until three o'clock in the morning last night. He got up at about eight o'clock this morning and only slept for five hours. Wen Yiyi was seriously short of sleep.

Song Zhicheng arrived at Nancheng villa ten minutes later. His home was a little far away from here, and it took him half an hour at the fastest. When Mo Xiuchen called him, he was in a hurry, so he drove as fast as he could and ran through several traffic lights to get here.

As soon as he entered the villa, he saw Wen Yiyi sleeping on the edge of the sofa. When he noticed the swelling on her face, song Zhicheng suddenly understood something.

He went to the sofa with the medicine box in silence and sat down close to Wen Yiyi. Then he opened the medicine box and took out the ointment to remove swelling. He took out a cotton swab and smeared it on Wen Yiyi's face.

With the coolness and pain, Wen Yiyi sleeps uneasily and wakes up soon.

She opened her eyes vaguely and looked at the enlarged version of song Zhicheng's handsome face. She was stunned for a moment, and then her ears quickly dyed a touch of red.

She stepped back slightly. Song Zhicheng raised her hand and pressed her head: "don't move, I'm wiping medicine for you."

Hearing what song Zhicheng said, Wen Yiyi's eyes fell on his hand and found that he was holding a short cotton swab, which was stained with white ointment.

She gently nodded her head, but she looked a little embarrassed.

"Did you fight with someone?" Song Zhicheng and her daub ointment, while opening to Chongwen Yiyi asked, his eyes gently looking at her, hand action is very gentle, careful, for fear of her pain.

Wen Yiyi was silent for a while, then confused for a while, "it's kind of."