Chapter 210 can we

Lu Qian hangs up and Zhao Siqing is relieved.

Lu Qian put the phone on the coffee table, looked at Zhao Siqing and said, "let me help you with your arm."

Zhao Siqing looked at the arm still dripping blood. Because it was covered by sleeves, he could not see what the injury was like.

But it's better to deal with it. She stepped forward and stood in front of Lu Qian. "Please," she said

Lu Qian picked up the scissors and felt a little uncomfortable with her politeness.

But after all, he didn't say anything, just carefully cut off the sleeve for her with scissors.

The blood was a little sticky. It hurt when the cut cloth was stuck on the skin. Zhao Siqing's face was a little white.

Lu Qian lowered his head slightly, while carefully removing the cloth from the skin for her, he asked in a warm voice: "you have recently How are you? "

Zhao Siqing took a look at him and said softly, "it's very good. Chu Yue's business is over. There are a lot of guests in the studio recently. I'm not very busy every day."

Lu Qian throws the cut fabric into the trash can and frowns at a cut on her arm.

The falling of the shelf has resulted in a large area of bruises and scratches, and the most serious is that there is a sharp point on the shelf, which directly marks a very deep path.

Her arm is thin and white, and a blood mark is placed on it. The skin is slightly turned out, and the blood is still dripping. It looks a little shocking.

Lu Qian moistened the cotton ball with Iodophor, then looked at her and said, "bear with it, it will hurt a little."

Zhao Siqing nodded without saying a word.

See, Lu Qian holds her arm in one hand, and presses the soaked cotton ball on her wound in the other hand, and wipes it repeatedly for disinfection.

Zhao Siqing could not help frowning, and a thin sweat seeped from his forehead.

Instead of looking at the wound, Zhao Siqing turned his attention to Lu Qian and said, "do you write all the songs you sing?"

"Yes." Lu Qian did not look up, but continued to ask, "do you like it?"

Zhao Siqing thought about it and said softly, "it's very good."

It doesn't matter whether she likes it or not. She doesn't even know what songs he has sung.

This period of time is very busy, or even if it is not busy, she has not specially searched the Internet for his songs.

So, in addition to the last time I heard it on the big screen in the square, it's today's song.

Lu Qian knew her temperament and was always so cold.

Knowing that she didn't listen, he didn't ask again.

Zhao Siqing is silent again. She wants to ask him if he is happy to sing in this circle?

Can think about it, words to the mouth after all did not ask the exit.

When people grow up, there will always be many things that they can't help themselves. They can't do what they don't like anymore, and they will have what they don't like anymore.

Everyone is in the torrent of time, more of this and that.

That's why there are things, people and things.

There was a silence in the room. Only Lu Qian was left to deal with the wound for her.

Lu Qian lowered his head slightly, always focused, but his eyes were slightly swollen.

He had wanted to see her countless times, and also wanted to say a few words to her again.

But when she stood in front of him, he found that he could only be silent.

Lu Qian turns to take the gauze and bandages it for her.

As the Adam's Apple moved, he spoke slowly: "Qingqing, we Can you... "

"Bang", the door was pushed out.