Xiang Qinglan's lips trembled, and she stretched out her hand, but there was still no sound. She retracted her hand, and as soon as she took a step forward, Arthur stood up, turned on the faucet, and turned on the faucet.
, put his finger in cold water, his face was unusually calm, as if the person with the injured finger was not him, he was a big man, and he had suffered more than these injuries.
He took out his cell phone from his pocket with his other hand and dialed the number.
"Yin Sa, it's me. My finger was cut. Give me some medicine that can heal it quickly. Remember, it's best if it can be done quickly so that the wound can't be seen."
He was giving instructions in a deep voice on the phone. His finger seemed to be seriously injured, and blood was still flowing out for a long time.
Xiang Qinglan bit her lip gently, turned around and walked back. She sat on the bed, but the sound of water was still coming from inside. She pulled the quilt to cover herself. She didn't know why, but it was
Feeling cold.
Closing her eyes, she heard the sound of water in the kitchen finally stopping. As footsteps sounded, she didn't even dare to move. For a long time, she felt that the quilt was tightly covering her body, but his
This time his hands were accustomed to not placing them on her face. After waiting for a long time, he felt the bed beside him sink a little. He carefully placed her hand on the quilt inside, but this was her first time.
I felt the coldness of his fingers.
She felt a little sour in her heart. He was so cautious. Was it because his hands were cold now that he was reluctant to touch her.
There was a knock on the door, the messy footsteps of two people were heard, the bed was soft again, Arthur had left Xiang Qinglan's bedside,
"Master, let me see your wound," Yin Sa's voice sounded a little worried. Arthur stretched out his finger, and there was indeed a very heavy wound between his fingertips. Because of the cold water, there was a deep wound next to him.
They all had a layer of skin and flesh pulled out.
"Master, the injury is not clear. It may need to be bandaged," Yin Sa frowned and took out gauze and disinfectants from himself and the hospital box.
"No need," Arthur waved his hand, it was just a minor injury, "Just deal with it casually, don't let Lan know about it."
Yin Sa stared at him strangely, "But, Master, the injury is indeed unclear. If you don't take care of it properly, you may get tetanus." He didn't understand why the Master was so stubborn. He was obviously injured, so why couldn't he
Let Miss Xiang know, what can he do if she knows? Is it because he is afraid that she will know, so he doesn't even bandage his wounds?
"It's okay, just let me deal with it," Arthur was still very insistent. I didn't want her to know that although she is very indifferent to me now, I know that I am getting closer to her little by little, and her heart
It doesn't need to be too much of a burden. I'm afraid that she will feel uncomfortable if I let her know about it, because she has always been so kind and unwilling to let her Qing be hurt even though her Qing really disappointed him.
He looked at his fingers and said to himself. This time, he had to bear all the pain by himself. She didn't need to bear anything anymore. She could just leave everything to him. He could give her a piece of the sky.
, a piece of land, a place without any wind or rain.
Yin Sa pursed her lips and finally put down the gauze in her hand. Well, he is the master anyway. He can do whatever he wants. With him here, he can die even if he wants to.
Fred, who was standing next to him, had always been silent. It was only now that he spoke, "Boss, since you know that Miss Xiang is a kind-hearted woman, isn't it better now? Women's hearts are very soft, and men
Usually it only takes one performance to make her completely heartbroken. Boss, you don’t know the trick, right?"
With such good conditions, wouldn't it be a pity not to perform? Their boss really doesn't know how to chase women. If it were her, some woman would have hugged him and cried.
And isn't it stupid for him to give up such an opportunity for nothing?
Before he finished speaking, Arthur and Yin Sa received a blank stare. He touched his nose and blinked innocently. He was not wrong. Why did they look at him like this?
"Do you think the master is you?" Yin Sa treated Arthur's wounds and rolled his eyes at Fred. This man could live without a woman.
"You...I..." Fred scratched his hair. Wasn't he giving an idea? This was obviously a good opportunity, but he really didn't understand why the boss wasn't willing.
"Fred," Arthur looked at his finger. It was okay. The wound was not very obvious. It was slightly swollen. Now that she was sleeping, she might not be able to see it when she woke up.
"I'm here, boss," Fred turned to him, still a little confused in his eyes.
"Fred, I don't want to lie to her, I don't want to do anything," Arthur put down his finger and said quietly: "She has been deceived too much. Her world has been deceived by Su Zhetuo from the beginning.
His affair, his divorce, and even everything that happened afterward, I want her to go through again, so no bullying is possible."
"Fred, you won't understand, because you haven't really fallen in love with a person yet. When you fall in love with a woman and love it so much that you can't leave, you will understand. Any deception, you
I feel sad for both her and you."
Arthur put away his hand, turned around and walked towards the bed. There was no need for deception or lies between them. His Lan should not have to bear this.
Fred just froze there as he listened. He blinked his eyes, and some thoughts fell in his eyes. If it was a kind lie, would it count? However, he did not ask this question.
Yin Sa had already pulled up his sleeves, unwilling to let him be a statue here.
The door closed again, and there were only the two of them inside.
Arthur walked lightly to Xiang Qinglan's bed, sat down, and then carefully touched her face. Her face looked much better than at first, which was the most reassuring thing for him.
But Arthur didn't know that Xiang Qinglan's eyelashes that shook from time to time were already stained with transparent tears, sliding down the corners of her eyes.
Her fingers tightly grasped the quilt on her body, and she tasted her own salty tears on her lips.
clear,
Actually you don't know.
You are still the same fool as before, the fool who carried cement, but you didn't let her know that you were the fool who sold blood for her.