Chapter 40 Are you angry?
“My injuries have been treated by Dr. Xu.”
Nan Jiaojiao watched him unscrew the bottle cap and reminded him.
Bo Yan glanced at her with no trace of happiness or anger. He stepped forward in two steps and lifted up the hem of her skirt.
The cool wind penetrated her thighs, and the tulle rubbed against her thighs, causing slight pain. Nan Jiaojiao subconsciously closed her feet, but a big hand was pressed on her knees, making her unable to move at all.
She kept it secret until now, but she was still found out.
The coldness in Bo Yanqing's dark eyes is getting darker and darker, and his breathing seems to have been cut off, and he spits out the heavy breath inch by inch, "You are quite tolerant."
Ironic and sarcastic His voice was low, as if it was drilling close to his ears.
Nan Jiaojiao trembled all over, "No, it doesn't hurt."
"Say one more thing?" Bo Yanqing stared at her.
She hesitated for a second and quietly glanced at the injury between her legs.
A red patch, filament-like, similar to a scratch.
I was not wearing riding clothes, nor any armor. Unfortunately, I was wearing a skirt. When I pinched the horse’s belly, it would inevitably cause wounds due to friction.
The ointment is a smear type. Bo Yanqing did not use a cotton swab, so he applied it to her wound with his fingers.
At first she could bear it, but when he touched the severely injured area, she was throbbing in pain.
"Uncle, please be gentle, it hurts."
Bo Yanqing half-crouched in front of her, with the hand holding the ointment resting on the bent knee. Hearing this, he pulled the corner of his lower lip coldly, "You are a piece of wood, but you can also scream in pain?"
"Whether it hurts or not depends on who you scream in front of."
The man slapped his hand hard, and then stabbed it hard. He healed the wound.
"Uncle Third!" She screamed in pain.
"Stop acting coquettishly at me, it won't work."
Bo Yanqing's face was as cold as the King of Hell, and he gradually became a little bit more angry. However, after he was angry, when he heard her cry out in pain, he was the one who felt uncomfortable. .
The strength in my hands unconsciously increased a lot.
When he finished applying it, he gently fanned it with the palm of his hand.
He mocked nonchalantly: "Shen Shichu left you just after he left you, and you didn't even have a second thought in his heart?"
Nan Jiaojiao looked up at the sky. Hmm...
The ceiling was completely white, and there was just an arc-shaped lamp. The light emitted was not very strong, and a warm orange halo was painted in her hair. A layer of aperture, a thin cold light shining through the straight nose.
She thought to herself, Dr. Xu is so simple.
After thinking about it, I started to think about Bo Yanqing's attitude again. However, she really has no experience in the field of emotions. It is better to ask him humbly: "Excuse me, third uncle, are you angry with Shen Shichu now?"
Bo Yanqing seemed stunned for a moment. He was still squatting, raised his head, and met the eyes of Nan Jiaojiao who was looking down.
She sat with her hands on the edge of the bed, holding a lollipop in her mouth. The white tube moved from the left corner of her mouth to the right corner of her mouth, moving it back and forth.
The man's eyes darkened, and he snatched her lollipop. The sugar on it had all melted, leaving only a small amount of sugar dregs.
"Why am I angry? Just making wild guesses!"
So, is he angry or not?
Before Nan Jiaojiao could take a closer look, Bo Yanqing had already stood up and put the ointment into a bag. He didn't hand it to her, but carried it in his own hand.
Looking like he was about to leave, Nan Jiaojiao stood up and asked, "How about I punish him and help you take out your anger?"
" Take it out for me?"
Bo Yanqing seemed to have heard something funny.
Shen Shichu didn't have the ability to make him angry.
It was Nan Jiaojiao who was in the limelight today. He was so injured that he felt panicked. He opened his mouth to stab her, but when he turned around, he saw the child following him obediently, looking at him with a pair of big clear eyes. I was really asking for his opinion seriously.
The words that came to his mouth were choked back. Bo Yanqing had the inexplicable urge to reply to her without considering it, which was considered to be fooling the child.
"It's up to you, I'll take you back."
"Oh."
Nan Jiaojiao followed over, daring to take the lollipop in his hand Come here and stuff it in your mouth.
When Bo Yanqing looked back, she explained: "It can't be wasted, there is still some."
A strange light fell in his eyes, and he looked at her with a half-smile.
The car parked downstairs in the apartment, the car was locked, and Nan Jiaojiao was about to get out of the car after saying goodbye.
“Is there any tea at home?” Bo Yanqing suddenly asked.
(End of this chapter)