Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The door “drip” opened.

Seasonal warmth held the man behind him inside, lifting his hand as he walked and quickly pressed the indoor light on the wall.

“Come on, you sit down. I'll wash your wound. ”

After entering the door, Mr. Vinse looked at the place where she lived. The first living room was tidy and clean. It was not as messy and full as she normally said. The apartment was over 200 square feet. It was just a large living room. The decoration was very simple and not cumbersome. There was also a faint cold scent in the air where women lived alone. It made people feel like they didn't want to leave without stepping in.

“You sit there first, I'll get the medicine box.” Seasonal warmth refers to the sofa.

“It's nothing, the sharpness of the fruit knife isn't that bad, it's just the scratches on the surface of the skin. If there was such a deep knife, I should have gone to the hospital by now.” Mr. Vince looked at her sofa and stacked two gradual blue and white pillows next to it, like the color of the sky, and the white fabric sofa was clean like new. He sat down and looked up at the woman who was in a hurry to find the medicine box.

Seasonal Warm took the medicine box, opened it, and flipped out some simple wounds and gauze from inside, and there was a band-aid sticker, and he said, "Even if he didn't go to the hospital, he was hard with a fruit knife. It's not that deep, but it's definitely not shallow. Don't you know how much blood he just bled in the elevator? ”

As she turned around to fetch a basin of water, she found a new towel in the drawer, sat beside him and lifted up the sleeve of a shirt that had been ripped open with a long mouth, then carefully began to wipe the blood around the wound.

Watching the gentle and serious action of seasonal warmth, Mr. Vinse stared at her face, watching the little woman scrub the wound very fine, then wipe the wound again with white gauze with alcohol, and then wipe the wound with another gauze.

When the medical alcohol fell on the wound, he was afraid that it would hurt too much. He blew it carefully with his mouth, then turned his eyes and asked him, "Does it hurt? Hang in there. ”

Mr. Vince stared at her face: "It doesn't hurt. ”

Seeing the man's eyes, the warmth of the season directly panned away his eyes, no more talking, washed the wound and applied the medicine directly. After applying the medicine, he wrapped it in a few laps with gauze. Finally, after wrapping it up, he did not sit beside him for long, and got up and went to tidy the medicine box.

Seeing her move quickly and skilfully, the 24-year-old's season warmth was different from three years ago, but she never felt like the young girls of her early twenties.

There is also a special rhyme, and it's also a charm that she can't say for sure, which is unique.

After packing everything up, the season warmed up and went back to the bedroom to find it, and finally came out empty-handed.

“I'm sorry, I don't have any clothes for you. You can't change your shirt. Just grab your sleeves and go home. ”

Mr. Vince looked down at the very flat gauze wrapped around his arm: "I've never heard of you studying medicine. How can you handle wounds and wrap things up so well? ”

“I've been a doctor for a long time. I've been in a big and small situation for so many years. I've been to a birthday party for some time now and I've been able to break my arms and legs. I've been bandaged up a lot, and I've been watching it for a long time.” Seasonal warmth said while lifting my legs and wearing jeans, I didn't find myself wearing long-sleeved trousers on such a hot day? The wound hasn't disappeared yet. The red pieces are too obstructive to look at, so it's just covered up.

Mr. Vince looked at the clothes on her and saw some of his blood on her white chiffon gauze cuffs. He reached out his finger and said, "Sorry, I got your clothes dirty. ”

Seasonal warmth looked down at his eyes and laughed: “It's okay, wash it if you can, if you can't wash it, change it. Anyway, I have more clothes. I left three years ago in Haicheng. I have two boxes of clothes. It's not that bad. But it's you. Don't use your own hands to stop this kind of thing in the future. It's a fruit knife. If it's an axe, just break an arm. If it's disabled, I'm responsible for it. What should I do? ”

“No cripples, but blood after all.” Mr. Vince was half joking, half serious, and said, "Can you be responsible for this little injury for a few more days? ”

“To repay your gratitude, I brought you home again, I sterilized you, I repay you all, don't expect me to be responsible for you.” Season warmed his face and looked at him with a clever smile.

Mr. Vince picked the eyebrows.

This woman was really confused because she thought she would get a little bit of a benefit from getting hurt, and then she turned into nothing.

Mr. Vince sighed: "Never mind, I enjoy losing to you. ”

After a pause, he looked around at where she lived: “Having known each other for so long, I can finally sit in your house for a while. It's really a great reward for me, don't say it's just a fruit knife, even if it really breaks my arm, I'd love to. ”

“Thirty or so people, can you not talk like a teenage hairy boy don't know how to, if you really lose an arm, I will not be responsible, so don't have to come forward for me in the future, I will be a little defensive, that kind of drunken lunatic can hardly hurt me.” Seasonal warmth turned its wrists and fists: "Didn't you see the sealing ring around me when you were in England? She taught me some things. I'm good at it. ”

“When I saw the man dragging you, I almost dragged you into my arms. I rushed over. I didn't let you show me what you were capable of, so it seemed my fault?” Mr. Vince frowned.

Seasonal warmth coughed: “Forget it, it's all gone. Since the injury is not serious, it's all wrapped up now, how can you go back? You can't drive like this, can you? Or call your secretary to pick you up? ”

Mr. Vince lifted his hand and moved his arm: "It's okay, I'll drive it back myself. ”

Ji Wen hasn't spoken much, gentle evictions have been ordered, both are not children, a grown man is not suitable to stay in her house for too long, of course he understands.

When Mr. Vinse got up, he looked at her living room again and said, "This neighborhood is nice, but it's an old apartment neighborhood. I think the downstairs lights are often broken, and the security guards and all kinds of security conditions are imperfect. Even drunk people who don't know where they're coming from can put it in. I hear there are still frequent power outages? Are you sure you don't want to live somewhere else? I'm afraid you won't be able to rest in this place. I have a few apartments in the West Side. You can stay anytime. Isn't it better to live in an apartment near the company? ”