Chapter 31

"Oh..." Song Zhicheng couldn't help laughing, "I fell my arm in the morning, and I went out to fight as soon as I cured you. What do you want me to say about you?"

Wen Yiyi's face was embarrassed by his words. She looked up at him, but he looked at himself tenderly. His actions were gentle and careful, as if he were treating some rare treasure.

Rare treasure In this world, besides Xiang Mengxia, who else will treat her as a treasure?

When he noticed the words he used to describe the city of song, Wen Yiyi couldn't help looking at him more.

"What's the matter?" Aware that she looked at herself several times in a row, song Zhicheng asked her in a voice.

Just as the ointment on the cotton swab was gone, he threw away the cotton swab, took another one, stained it a little, and stretched it to her face.

Wen Yiyi subconsciously shrank back for a while, and was immediately broken off by song Zhicheng. She looked at his face, only to see his mouth open and close, and his gentle voice sounded in his ear, "don't move, or it will be smeared on your eyes."

So Wen Yiyi froze and let him smear and wipe on his face.

I don't know what kind of ointment he put on her. It's icy and cool. Besides a little bit of tingling, I can't feel anything else. I can even smell a faint fragrance, not a very bad smell.

Song Zhicheng took care of the wound on her face, threw away the cotton swabs on her hand, and asked Wen Yiyi: "where else is it hurt?"

Wen Yiyi was silent for a moment. As song Zhicheng looked at her arm in the morning, she handed out her right arm.

Song Zhicheng noticed that the dress she was wearing was not her own, but a suit for men. There was a special mark on the suit. Song Zhicheng knew that it was a special mark for Mo Xiuchen, so this suit was also Mo Xiuchen's.

His heart slightly shocked for a while, some accidents, Mo Xiuchen will actually lend a suit coat to a woman.

Song Zhicheng reaches out his hand and lifts Wen Yiyi's sleeve up. He looks at the scratches and pinches on her arm, and then turns to work in the medicine box.

The scratch and pinch marks are still bleeding. It can be seen how hard the woman used. Song Zhicheng found the hemostatic, and just like before, squeezed some on the cotton swab and daubed it with her.

"What's the relationship between you and Xiuchen?" Song Zhicheng finally asked this question.

Wenyi paused for a moment, then dropped her eyes and didn't speak. After a long time, she heard her say: "doctor song, it's not good to ask other people's privacy like this, is it?"

"Well, it's not stupid." Song Zhicheng said.

“……”

Mo Xiuchen is upstairs dealing with his work. When he looks up at the time, he suddenly remembers that he called song Zhicheng and asked him to come to the villa. I don't know if he said anything.

Then put down the document in the hand, Mo Xiu Chen gets up and walks toward downstairs with both legs.

As a result, when I got to the stairway, I saw song Zhicheng sitting on the sofa. He was busy wiping the medicine on Wen Yiyi's arm. The distance was very close. From his side, there was an angle problem, so it looked like

Immediately, Mo Xiu Chen brow a wrinkly.

He went downstairs and walked towards them.

Yu Guang glimpses Mo Xiuchen's figure. Song Zhicheng looks up at him faintly. The movement on his hand doesn't change because of Mo Xiuchen's coming.