He took off his clothes while going upstairs. His black tie was torn off and threw it on the stairs. Song Yan quickly went up and picked it up: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

She hurriedly took out her cell phone and called Dr. Zhao to come over. She found the medicine box with a familiarity and took out the medicine to wipe it for Li Beiting.

After being a bodyguard for two months, Song Yan became more and more comfortable with this kind of thing.

But when her eyes fell on the traces of being scratched on Li Beiting's back, her hands shook almost invisibly.

Lower your head and your eyes are rippling.

"What are you doing slowly? Do you have to wait for me to do it myself?"

Li Beiting took off his shirt and sat on the sofa, looking at Song Yan who was stunned in displeasure. His eyes narrowed dangerously, and the air in the room suddenly dropped several degrees.

Song Yan hurriedly came back to his senses, dipped a cotton swab with medicine and carefully applied it to his dense rash.

She carefully applied each rash and couldn't control her breath while applying it, as if the rashes would disappear faster.

This is a habit left when coaxing Song Cheng.

Li Beiting half-squinted his eyes, his expression was silent, but the corners of his tightly pursed lips quietly relaxed a little.

"President, wasn't the only one Tang Yuwei entering your door yesterday? Why did you still have to find someone?"

Song Yan's hand movements did not stop and asked with his breath.

The squinting man snorted disdainfully: "As long as she is, I don't like her even if I am blind."

"Then have you been given a Chinese medicine?"

Song Yan murmured in a low voice.

"Not her."

Li Beiting's voice became a little deeper, and his thin bangs hung down, covering his eyes. From Song Yan's perspective, there was a bit more mystery.

Song Yan immediately asked: "Why?"

"Isn't this rash proof? If I had really gotten together with her last night, could you still squat here to apply medicine to me?"

Song Yan's heart tightened when he fell into a smile.

Why did she forget that Li Beiting was allergic to Tang Yuwei.

Even if she threw the person on the bed, even if she just leaned against Li Beiting for a moment, he would have developed so many rashes all over his body. If they had hugged each other from the beginning, Li Beiting would have died at this time.

"Too."

While she suddenly realized it, she swallowed nervously, and the strength in her hands was not controlled well. The cotton swab suddenly poked Li Beiting's rash.

"Sorry, Mr. Li."

"Song Yan, why do I think you have something to hide from me?"

Li Beiting naturally noticed her abnormality. His eyes became much darker. His eyes fell on her neck. Seeing the ambiguous traces, his brows frowned.

"President, you are joking. You are my parents of food and clothing. How could I abandon you and ignore it for a woman? Don't worry, I will definitely find out who this person is as soon as possible."

She quickly calmed down and devoted herself to the work of applying medicine.

Li Beiting looked at her look that she wanted to swear to the sky, hummed coldly, and gradually closed her eyes.

Fortunately, Dr. Zhao came soon, and ate water for Li Beiting and used medicine for him. After all, the rash disappeared. Song Yan was relieved and returned to his room.

She let the water take a shower for herself, leaning her head weakly against the bathtub. How can she make Li Beiting give up looking for her?

"Since you can't stop her directly, you can only find something to change the target for him."

Song Yan got up and took a bath towel to wipe the water droplets from her hair.

The phone on the bed just rang, and she left the bathroom barefoot and picked up her cell phone to take a look.

It was Mrs. Li’s phone call.

She looked solemn, paused for a moment before answering the phone, and whispered: "Madam Li."

"You inform Beiting that there will be a party tomorrow and he needs to attend."

Party?

It's a blind date conference.

Song Yan's eyes lit up. She was worried about finding something for Li Beiting just now, and the ready-made opportunity came to her door.

"Okay, madam, I will definitely transfer it." Her tone was obviously much easier than before.

"Where is Qiao Muchen?"

Mrs. Li was still worried about Qiao Muchen and would ask questions every time.

Song Yan picked up the recent situation of Qiao Muchen and Li Beiting, and then Madam Li hung up the phone with satisfaction.

The best way to make a man forget a woman is to give him another woman.

Thinking of this, Song Yan couldn't wait for a moment, so he walked out of the room excitedly, went upstairs and knocked on Li Beiting's door.

There was no response inside for a long time.

Sleeping?

Song Yan looked at the time and it was less than twelve o'clock. It is logical that the workaholics can't sleep?

Could something be wrong?

Could it be that the medicine Tang Yuwei gave had sequelae and was killed by allergies?

"President?"

Song Yan shouted several times, but there was no movement inside. She took a deep breath and raised her foot and kicked the door open.

As soon as she entered the door, her clear body froze in place, her steps were taking off the air and her right hand was also in a alert posture, with Li Beiting Xin's long figure printed in her pupils.

The distance between the two was only a few centimeters, and the tip of her nose almost touched his chest.

The smell that had just been bathed on him penetrated into her nose.

"Are you crazy?"

He leaned lazily against the bathroom door frame, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, held a towel in his hand, and wiped his hair all the time, and crystal water droplets fell down his high nose bridge.

Song Yan could hear her saliva.

She retracted her hands and feet in panic, turned around to escape Li Beiting's bright muscles, and almost fell to the ground in a hurry. She subconsciously waved her hand to grab something, and something was hanging on the buttons on her cuffs.

The bath towel on Li Beiting's waist fell to the ground, and there was no trace of cover on his body.

The smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly fell silent.

It's over!

Song Yan wailed, fearing that he would come from whatever he wanted, why did he insist on kicking the door in? He, Master Li, stayed in his room, how could something go wrong?

Pig brain.

His hands quickly covered his face, and his ears turned red.

"I'm sorry, the president, I did it on purpose."

"It's all men, why are you panic?"

Li Beiting grabbed her collar and lifted the person in front of him and placed it. The distance between the two of them was instantly closer.

Song Yan's throat was so dry that he couldn't speak, and the tip of his nose was a little itchy.

Her brain was spinning rapidly, trying to find a reason to leave, but after searching for a long time, her mind was still blank.

"Um?"

Li Beiting lowered his head, and his warm breath blew on her, and the low magnetic sound seemed like a pleasant violin sound, sweeping across Song Yan's eardrums.
Chapter completed!