She took it over and said, "Okay, I'll go to their wedding." She glanced at him and said goodbye lightly, "I'm back, goodbye."
She turned and left, Jiang Li called her again, "Manman, Aoshuang said I hope you can be her bridesmaid."
A slight fluctuation surged in Qiao Manman's eyes. She knew that with the relationship between Ling Ang and Jiang Li, Jiang Li would definitely be the best man.
She couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart. No matter how she escaped from Jiang Li, the two would still meet together in complexity.
"Well, I understand." She responded calmly.
Jiang Li watched her leave coldly, and the astringent feeling in her eyes swayed around.
Suddenly, Qiao Manman, not far away, shouted slightly, "Ah..." It turned out that she had just passed by the trash can, and a passerby threw a glass bottle into the trash can from a long distance, but it didn't throw it away.
In the middle, the bottle fell to the ground and broke into pieces, and a piece of glass scratched her heel.
He hurried over, looking nervous, "Manman, how are you?"
He squatted down, looked at her heels very carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, and only about one centimeter of the wound had a slight blood flowing out.
"I'll buy you a bandaid to stick to the wound."
Qiao Manman quickly stopped him, "No, it's just a small problem." She quickly covered her wound with a tissue, and no more blood flowed out, "Look, isn't that good?"
"Your wound happens to be the heel of the shoe. If it doesn't stick, it will hurt more and more when the wound rubs the shoe."
Without waiting for her to agree, he walked towards the pharmacy across the street. In order to save time, he actually crossed the guardrail in the middle.
He was soon back with disinfectant and band-aids in his hand.
He looked around, picked up Qiao Manman and walked towards the stone bench next to the street.
"Actually, there is no need to be such a trouble." Qiao Manman was extremely embarrassed to be hugged by him in the street like this.
Jiang Li ignored her, gently placed her on the stool, then squatted down at her feet, reaching out to pick up her feet.
She said anxiously: "I'll do it myself."
He gently pushed her hands away and carefully helped her take off her shoes.
It was the peak time for get off work, and people came and went on the roadside. People looked at the well-dressed man, half-squatting next to a woman, carefully taking off her shoes for her, and couldn't help but look at them.
Envy, jealous, and admirable... made Qiao Manman feel extremely uncomfortable.
Jiang Li thought everything was like air, and he was only concerned about helping her disinfect her wounds, with an extremely focused look.
He was half-squatting, and the evening wind blew gently, and his hair slid slightly, softening the fortitude between the man's eyebrows and a kind of bright handsomeness.
From Qiao Manman's perspective, the lines on his face are tough and gentle like a tiny moon, just like pine and cypress on a moonlit night.
She suddenly felt at a loss for this meticulous care.
It is undeniable that Jiang Li has always been very nice to him. Except for his design of Shenyang, she has always known that he is very nice.
It’s a pity that such a mistake made her unable to relieve herself, so no matter how good he is, she cannot forget the mistake she once made.
After a while, Jiang Li disinfected the wound, and he gently tore the band sticker open and carefully pressed it on her feet.
After the wound was treated, he stuffed disinfectant and band-aids into her handbag. "I specially bought a lot of band-aids. Before the wound heals, you change it twice a day, so that it will get better soon."