The bedroom door was open, Qin Songyao walked over and saw Bo Siyan's back. He was dismantling the ointment box.
"Do you want help?"
Her goal answers: No.
In this way, she doesn't have to feel guilty or face Bo Siyan, and no one has to be embarrassed.
Unexpectedly, Bo Siyan's cold voice came.
"If you want to help, just do it directly. I ask this extra question, because I think we are quarreling now. I will take the initiative to say no, and you can relieve your guilt?"
Qin Songyao: “…”
You are really the worm in my stomach.
She curled her lips and walked into the room.
"Give me the ointment."
Bo Siyan turned around, sat by the bed, and gave her a bag of things.
Qin Songyao pulled a chair, sat down on him, threw out a bunch of things, and read the instructions one by one.
She asked: "The hot pot explosion is related to Zhang Hengling?"
Bo Siyan: "Lighter."
really.
Qin Songyao got up to wash his hands and squeezed out a few ointments that needed to be mixed and mixed.
"Hand." she said.
Bo Siyan stretched out his hand.
Qin Songyao glanced at his hand and was speechless, "The injured hand."
Bo Siyan: "..."
He looked serious and reacted, and handed her the injured hand.
Qin Songyao dipped a cotton swab into the ointment and applied it to his wound as lightly as possible.
"hiss--"
Qin Songyao paused and looked up at him.
Bo Siyan thought she would say: Does it hurt?
As a result, she tickled and said, "Have you bear it."
he:"……"
No conscience!
Qin Songyao received the dissatisfaction in his eyes and grabbed his wrist before taking action again so that he would not hide again.
On the wrist, there is a long-lost body temperature transmission.
Bo Siyan stopped moving.
He had no expression on his face, but he kept staring at her, looked at her lowered his head, and looked at her with serious ointment on the back of his hand.
"Thank you for today's incident."
She suddenly spoke, and he came back to his senses.
Thank you again, it doesn't sound like a lot.
He was unhappy, but saw her get up and handed him an internal medicine.
"There should be no medicine on your chin, just apply ice." Qin Songyao said, calling Wen Yan, "Get an ice pack in."
"OK."
The process goes too fast and there is no chance of a conversation.
When Bo Siyan reacted, Qin Songyao was no longer in the room.
She walked to the living room, played with Wen Yu for a while, and then called Lu Qiao downstairs.
In the elevator, Lu Qiao asked Qin Songyao: "Are you a quarrel?"
Qin Songyao smiled and said, "No, it's a divorce."
Lu Qiao was surprised.
For the first time, it was said that divorce was so easy, and she could feel that there was obviously a kind of connection between Qin Songyao and Bo Siyan, not like a divorce.
The elevator door opened and Qin Songyao walked out first.
After a day of trouble, she was so sleepy that she was so sleepy.
After taking a shower, it was almost early in the morning, but Director Zhang suddenly sent a new script. She was so excited that she couldn't sleep anymore after reading the script.
Lu Qiao had already rested. She was afraid that she would make her walk around and disturb Lu Qiao, so she simply carried the tablet downstairs.
There is a cafe downstairs, open 24 hours a day.
The night view of Harbor City is first-class, not to mention the bustling area. Even in the early morning, the scenery outside is very good.
Qin Songyao couldn't stop crying when he read the script, and there were piles of tissues on the table.
"bite--"
The prompt to open the door sounded, and she looked at the door, saw clearly the person coming, and was stunned for a moment.