Falling tonight

Chapter 72 Applicator
She was just a little girl when she was 10 years old. Zhao Shijin arranged her into a VIP ward. Except for an elderly nurse who appeared only when she needed care, she was the only one in the quiet, silent, almost dead ward every day. She didn't know what to do with herself. To spend those lonely and deserted days.

In fact, not only during the two months in China, but also when she was abroad for nearly a year, she had been in that environment for a long time.

Zhao Rou didn't say any more, she just lowered her head and looked at the hand he was holding on to her side, which was dry and warm.

Silence returned to the car again, with only a silent undercurrent surging.

Zhao Rou was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn't notice that Mu Zhou turned around and drove in the opposite direction of the hospital.

When the car stopped, she belatedly looked up and looked out the window. The outside was not the hospital parking lot, but the underground parking lot of Yuewan Mansion.

Just when I was about to ask him why he got home, I heard a deep and depressed voice coming from beside me, "Sorry."

Listening to her describe the information she had written in black and white word for word, my feelings and state of mind were completely different. It seemed that I could empathize with her situation and her feelings.

It was an uncomfortable feeling of having your heart squeezed.

Zhao Rou turned around. The light in the car was dark, making his eyes darker and darker. She heard him continue, "I'm sorry, it reminded you of something sad."

Her heart throbbed.

In fact, she no longer cared so much about Zhao Shijin's attitude. Over the years, the easiest thing to dilute is feelings.

Although the memory of being hospitalized at that time is still there, when I think about it now, I don't feel as desperate as before.

Zhao Rou smiled softly and said in a relaxed tone, "It's okay, it's all over."

She turned her head, avoiding his sight, and looked at the front window, "And you took me to the boxing gym today to let me vent. It was really fun."

Mu Zhou stared at her side face, not missing any fluctuation on her face.

There seemed to be nothing more he could do to ease her mood.

He had no place to start with her inner knot.

Seeing that Mu Zhou was silent, Zhao Rou broke the silence in the car and turned to ask him, "Why are you back? Didn't you go to the hospital to see her?"

He looked at her with deep eyes, "You are in a bad mood. You shouldn't go to that place and watch them dangle in front of your eyes."

As he spoke, he unbuckled his seat belt, turned around and got out of the car.

Zhao Rou followed his footsteps.

She really didn't go to the hospital very often, and she had no friendship with Zhao Fangyi, but it was true that Zhao Fangyi was injured, and she was hit by Mu Zhou.

"How about you go to the hospital?" she said to Mu Zhou,

No matter what, Zhao Fangyi was expressing dissatisfaction with Mu Zhou for breaking off the engagement, and took the initiative to bump into him to gain a sense of presence.

If Mu Zhou didn't go to her side to watch and accompany her, wouldn't Zhao Fangyi's collision be in vain?

"It's very generous of you to push me to someone else." Mu Zhou sneered. The elevator door had opened and he put his arm around her waist and entered.

"Go back and apply medicine first."

After returning home, Mu Zhou held her arms and sat on the sofa. He took her wrist and turned it carefully. He observed that the skin was not swollen seriously, but was only slightly sprained by excessive force.

He dug out the medicine box from under the coffee table and deftly picked up a purple ointment.

"Give me your hand."

Zhao Rou sat on the sofa and stretched out her hand on his knee without saying a word.

Mu Zhou squeezed a little ointment onto the pad of his index finger and gently rubbed it on the red and swollen area of ​​her wrist.Although it was cloudy, the light shining into the living room was bright, and Zhao Rou clearly looked at the movements of his hands.

He was gentle, focused, and moved slowly, as if he only had one thing in mind.

The ointment was slightly cold, but after he rubbed it with his fingertips, it began to feel slightly warm.

From her gaze, his tight jawline looked steady and calm, sexy and charming.

Whether it was a psychological effect or the quick effect of this ointment, Zhao Rou felt the pain in her hands gradually ease.

"Don't do any strenuous movements with your hands later. It should be much better tomorrow."

After applying the ointment for 5 minutes and completely absorbing it, he took back his fingers and told Zhao Rou to pay attention, and was about to put the medicine box back.

"Wait a minute," Zhao Rou pressed the medicine box, "The wound on your head hasn't been disinfected yet. Let me take a look."

As she spoke, she leaned back, looked at the back of Mu Zhou's head, and reached out to brush away the thick black hair.

"It's nothing serious." Mu Zhou said this, but did not move, letting her mess around behind him.

The cell phone on the coffee table rang suddenly. Zhao Rou glanced at it and saw Zhao Fangyi's name.

She said nothing, and Mu Zhou sat quietly, showing no intention of answering the phone.

Zhao Rou looked carefully and saw that the wound in the middle of the back of his head had scabbed over. She touched it with her hand and found that the wound was quite dry.

"Well, since it's nothing serious, you don't need me to stay and take care of you, right?" She smiled slyly, her bright face vivid and bright.

Yesterday, he asked Zhao Rou to stay on the grounds of taking care of the injury on his head. Now that he said it was nothing serious, she took the opportunity to run away.

Seeing Qiao's smiling face made Mu Zhou's heart heat up. Just as he was about to bring her over, the phone continued to ring.

Zhao Rou smiled and pointed to his phone on the coffee table, "Aren't you going to answer it? She has called many times."

Mu Zhou couldn't help but pinched her chin and kissed Yan Hong's lips.

Then he raised his hand and picked up the phone. From the corner of his eye, he saw Zhao Rou wiping her mouth dissatisfied and putting the medicine box back in the drawer.

Before he could speak, a sobbing voice came from the other end of the phone, "Brother Mu, where have you been? Why are you missing? It hurts so much. You said you would wait for me to come out after the operation. Why are you talking?" It doesn’t count.”

Mu Zhou held the phone to his ear with one hand and put his forehead with the other. His hoarse voice revealed imperceptible impatience, "I'm busy. I'll go over now."

The two were so close that the voice on the phone reached Zhao Rou's ears.

After Mu Zhou hung up the phone, he turned to ask her, "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll ask Gao Songqing to bring it to you."

"Whatever you want." Since he wasn't at home, she could eat whatever she wanted.

Zhao Rou found a comfortable position and leaned lazily on the sofa. Maybe her body suddenly relaxed after the intense exercise, and she just wanted to lie quietly now.

This uninterested look caught Mu Zhou's eyes and he thought she was unhappy.

He leaned over her body but did not press her. He put his arms on both sides of her body and leaned close to her ear. He lowered his voice and said comfortingly, "I'll just go over and check on her injury and come back. No matter what Did she hit it by herself or did I hit her? After all, she had to undergo surgery after the accident. As the car owner, I should also go and have a look. Okay?"

The last two words were whispered with utmost tenderness.

Hot air kept spraying in her ears, causing Zhao Rou to tremble a lot.

She pushed him, but didn't push. She turned her head, her lips almost touching his face, "I'm not so stingy. You should go after her surgery."

(End of this chapter)