Chapter 1141

The next afternoon Chen Qingtian didn't have a class. He went to the lab early.

In the absence of Han Jinglun, a large number of unopened cartons were piled on the corridor outside the laboratory.

The delivery boy saw Chen Qingtian coming from afar, so he hurriedly greeted Chen Qingtian: "classmate, this is the equipment ordered by your laboratory. Please find someone to move in by yourself. I'm sorry that I have something urgent right now."

Looking at his sweating, Chen Qingtian nodded: "OK."

"Thank you." Little brother gratefully bent over her and ran fast.

Chen Qingtian glanced at the cardboard boxes piled up in half of the corridor, silently put down his schoolbag, lifted the box and walked towards the back door of the laboratory.

The weight of the experimental equipment was not light. Soon, sweat began to seep from her eyebrows and her coat was also sweaty.

She raised her hand and sipped the sweat on her forehead. Then she took off her coat and put it on the handrail of the corridor.

Then we started to carry the boxes.

When she moved to the last one, because the box was a little big, she walked carefully from the back door with her body on her side, and bared her arm against a bulge of the door frame.

She was relieved when she gently put the box on the ground.

Just to get up, I felt like I was covered in a shadow.

A cool hand grabbed her wrist.

Chen Qingtian raised his head and caught Han Jinglun's sullen face off guard.

Han Jinglun pulled her out of the lab, pushed open the door of the rest room next to the lab, and pressed her to sit on the sofa.

Then turn around and take down the medicine box from the nearby cabinet, take out the alcohol and cotton ball, kneel on the ground with one leg, pull her arm, and carefully start to wipe the wound for her.

The expression on his face was too focused, as if he was not dealing with a small scratch, but facing a very rigorous operation.

Thin lips are always gently pursed. From Chen Qingtian's point of view, you can see his curly eyelashes. His eyes are light brown, with a soft and tired softness.

He should have just come back from class. He was wearing a white shirt and the button on the collar was not fastened, revealing a beautiful and delicate clavicle.

Chen Qingtian was flustered for a while. She shrunk her hand and said softly, "Professor Han, I can do it myself. Don't bother you..."

"I'm your teacher."

Han Jinglun pressed her arm, raised her eyes and bent her lips: "you can trouble me."

Chen Qingtian was shaken by his smile, and his eyes turned to one side to avoid.

Han Jinglun lowered his eyes and continued to treat the wound for her seriously. When applying the medicine, he paused his fingers and asked her softly,

"does it hurt?"

Chen Qing's response to the world consciousness: "no pain..."

She said so, but the movements on his hands were more and more gentle. He gave her medicine and said in a warm voice: "why don't you wait for me to come back? How can you carry so many boxes by yourself, a little girl? "

Chen Qingtian pursed his lower lip, but made no sound.

Han Jinglun gave her the medicine and bandaged her with gauze.

After that, I put the medicine box away. When I put it on the cabinet, I specifically told her, "come here tomorrow and I'll change your medicine."

Chen Qingtian said "um" softly, "thank you, Professor Han."

She lowered her head, looked down at the gauze on her arm, and thought of the sentence,

-- does it hurt?

The first time someone asked her that.

I promise my second brother will write, but it will be slow. Now, CHEN Ye and Zhen ye are the main ones