The host is charming and charming

Chapter 149 The Sick Junior Begged Me to Coax Him Again (32)

Song Junzhe promised him to keep this matter a secret for now.

He originally wanted to take people to him, but Song Yan had other plans.

Seeing that Song Yan insisted on going back to the apartment, Song Junzhe thought of the familiar car parked outside, probably guessed what Song Yan was thinking, and didn't say anything else.

When Zhaoge returned to the waiting room again, Song Junzhe had already left.

She leaned against the door and waved to Song Yan, "Let's go."

Song Yan followed eagerly, got into the car and asked, "Where are we going?"

He knew that it was impossible for Zhaoge to agree to the matter he just mentioned, so it was unnecessary to ask, but he couldn't help but want to tease her.

Zhaoge started the car, and said with a normal expression, "Didn't I say I'm going to borrow from your house? But I have to go back and pack some things first, it shouldn't take too long."

Song Yan subconsciously sat up straight, but was restrained by the safety belt, "You...you really agreed?"

He couldn't believe it, and there was a hint of excitement in his tone.

"Yes, Shu Huan has friends at home these few days, and I'm not used to living in hotels outside. Now, I can only rely on Young Master Song to support me."

It was rare for Zhaoge to show weakness, but Song Yan was a little overwhelmed by his sudden outburst.

She is not used to living in a hotel, does she mean that she is more used to his apartment than a hotel?
Seeing Song Yan stunned, Zhaoge's lips curled slightly, and he moved over and said, "What's the matter, are you worried that I won't pay the rent, or...you dare not let me live there?"

In fact, Zhaoge is not afraid of living alone, and Yu Shuhuan has no friends at all.

But Song Yan's injury was, after all, because of her.

Song Yan never cared about his body. If he didn't pay attention to the infection of the wound, he would only suffer more. It's better to go and watch him.

"That's not what I meant. It's a great honor to be a roommate with my senior. It's just that my ex-boyfriend's status is a bit embarrassing. Senior sister has to calm down."

After Song Yan finished explaining, he didn't forget to add a few words.

Zhaoge chuckled lightly, "Brother, if you can't control it, it doesn't necessarily mean who it is."

The innocent eyes she looked at were full of teasing, Song Yan couldn't help but swallowed, turned his head and looked out the window with a blushing face.

After a while, Song Yan couldn't help but move his gaze upwards, and landed on the serious side face on the car window.

There are countless scenery outside the car window, but he only sees Zhaoge in his eyes, and she is the only one.

The two had been busy all night, and it was already midnight when they arrived at Song Yan's apartment.

Seeing Zhaoge skillfully carrying things into the guest room next door to him, he raised his eyebrows, shook his head and smiled helplessly.

At first, he was thinking that he was afraid that Zhaoge would be shy, so he planned to do psychological training for others.

Now it seems that the one who needs to do psychological construction is probably myself.

In the next few days, Song Yan didn't go to school. He asked Xia Yu to ask for leave for him and rest at home for a few days.

Fortunately, there will be no major swimming competitions in the next two months, so it won't delay the swimming team.

After breakfast, the two ate quietly without much communication.

Song Yan wanted to find something to talk about, but he was afraid that Zhaoge would find him annoying.

After breakfast, Song Yan closed the door of the room with his backhand, then crossed his hands and easily took off his clothes, and threw them on the chair casually.

The person in the mirror is naked from the upper body, with broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Song Yan lowered his head and lowered his eyes, uncovered the gauze on the wound on his abdomen, and easily finished the disinfection and dressing without even frowning.

He sighed regretfully, dissatisfied with the location of the wound.

If he had known that the injury was on his back, he could have coaxed Zhaoge to change his dressing.

When the pure white gauze was about to be applied, Song Yan paused, looking at the bottle of normal saline on the table, with a restless light in his eyes.

There was a "snap", followed by the sound of glass breaking when it hit the ground.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

"Song Yan, are you okay?"

Zhaoge yelled at the door, but didn't hear Song Yan's answer, so she hurriedly opened the door and went in.

Inside the room, Song Yan's white shirt was open, perfectly revealing the wound and his strong six-pack abs.

Seeing this scene, Zhaoge was taken aback for a moment, and the foot that wanted to rush in was forced to brake suddenly.

Song Yan raised his eyes to look at her, his face flushed slightly, and subconsciously pulled his clothes to the middle, covering up the beautiful spring scenery inside.

"Sister, what are you doing..."

Panic flashed across his face, Zhaoge coughed lightly, turned his eyes away and said as naturally as possible: "I just heard a voice from your side, so I came to have a look."

She didn't keep her eyes on Song Yan, and turned around the room randomly, and then found glass shards on the ground, which was the source of the sound.

Zhaoge didn't dare to stare at Song Yan, but Song Yan looked at her openly, with a smile flashing in his eyes, but he didn't forget to say solemnly:

"I was changing the dressing just now, my hands were too clumsy, I couldn't bandage well, and I accidentally knocked over the bottle when I was in a hurry.

Don't come here, be careful to step on the broken glass, I'll clean it up right away. "

Seeing him move slightly from the corner of the eye, Zhaoge turned around and walked out of the house, "You wait, I'll do it."

After sweeping away the debris in the house, Zhaoge washed his hands, and then came to Song Yan's house again.

She looked at the gauze in Song Yan's hand, stretched out her palm towards him, and said, "Give it to me."

Song Yan pretended to be surprised, "Senior sister, how embarrassing this is."

Zhaoge took two steps towards him, and said with a faint smile, "Now you're shy, you stood here with a piece of gauze for a long time, didn't you just want me to bandage it for you?"

Song Yan choked, but he didn't expect that Zhaoge's little thoughts had already been revealed.

He handed over the gauze in his hand, and Zhaoge turned around to find a medical bandage on the table.

Song Yan rubbed his nose, he was really shy at the moment.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his open clothes to the sides, fully exposing the wound.

For some reason, when I did this action, I was inexplicably ashamed.

Zhao Ge turned around and saw his appearance, and was taken aback for a moment, then he bent down lightly as if nothing had happened, and moved closer to Song Yan's wound.

This was a bit different from Song Yan's imagination. The process of bandaging the wound was slow and painful.

Zhaoge's body fragrance and a bit too close nose invaded, and Song Yan's abdominal muscles became more tense.

His gaze involuntarily fell on Zhaoge's pink earlobe, and then he looked at his own wound.

Seeing that the dressing was almost finished, Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and the tension all over his body was relieved.

"Senior sister is really ingenious, this bandaging technique is more than twice as good as mine."

His pretentiously relaxed tone did not attract Zhaoge's answer, Song Yan sensed that something was wrong, and later realized that Zhaoge's eyes were lowered, and there was something wrong with the mood around him.

Song Yan thumped in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to pull someone back, "Zhaoge..."

The one who caught it was nothing, Song Yan raised his eyes to look at Zhaoge, but Zhaoge avoided his eyes, and just said: "Okay, remember not to get wet."

(End of this chapter)