Refused to marry a wealthy family: training billionaire tycoons

Chapter 95

After a while, Haiyue finally calmed down, breathed deeply a few times, grabbed a bath towel to wipe off the water droplets from her hair and body, put on the shirt that Sikong Jingqiu gave her just now, and when she walked to the door, stopped He nodded, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Sikong Jingqiu was leaning back on the sofa and closing his eyes to rest his mind. Because his face was covered with injuries and his clothes were also stained with blood, he looked a little tired.

For some reason, this scene actually made Haiyue's chest feel hot, and her eye sockets turned red again.

She stood there and hesitated for a while, then turned around and walked lightly to the cabinet.

After opening the door and taking out the medicine box, she paused, as if making up her mind, took a breath, turned around holding the medicine box, came to Sikong Jingqiu, knelt down on the sofa, settled for a few seconds, and then carefully He opened his mouth and called out, "Master Sikong... are you awake?"

The person with eyes closed didn't respond, his chest rose and fell with shallow breathing.

Are you asleep?

It is not impossible to think about it, Sikong Jingqiu just came back from abroad, before he got off the plane, he had a conflict with Yunyan, and he took himself away for a short time...

Sikong Jingqiu must be very tired from such non-stop work.

Haiyue bit her lower lip, trying to say that since she was already asleep, don't disturb him.

but……

Haiyue glanced at the bruise on Sikong Jingqiu's face.

The wounds on his face were scratched and must be disinfected to avoid infection, and ice should be applied to the swollen areas so that they can heal quickly.

However, even though she thought so in her heart, Haiyue didn't know whether it was better to wake up Sikong Jingqiu, or just help him disinfect and treat the wound in this way.

What if he wakes up and asks about himself and Yun Yan?
Haiyue thought about it for a while, and decided to get the bed sheet and cover Sikong Jingqiu first, and then help him deal with those broken skin wounds.She put down the medicine box in her hand, tiptoed, and climbed off the sofa as quietly as possible, took the thin quilt over, and covered Sikong Jingqiu carefully.

Finding that Sikong Jingqiu hadn't woken up, Haiyue let out a deep breath, picked up the medicine box on the sofa again, opened it lightly, took out a sterilized cotton swab, held her breath, leaned on it cautiously, and put it lightly. The movements of his hands disinfected the broken skin on Sikong Jingqiu's face.

Fortunately, Sikong Jingqiu didn't have many wounds, only two or three. Haiyue quickly treated them and pasted them with medical tape.

After finishing all this, Haiyue breathed a long sigh of relief, gently covered the medicine box, turned around and climbed down with one hand on the sofa, and prepared to leave with the medicine box in her arms.

As soon as he stood still on the floor, before he could take his first step, someone grabbed his arm tightly.

You don't need to guess and you know that the person who caught you is Sikong Jingqiu.

Haiyue's heart skipped a beat, her back was stiff, she dared not move like a statue.

"Where do you want to go?" Sikong Jingqiu's slightly deep voice came from behind him.

Haiyue didn't dare to turn around, she just stood there straight, stammering, and asked reflexively, "You, are you awake?"

Sikong Jingqiu directly skipped Haiyue's words and repeated the question just now, "Where do you want to go?"

"No, no." Haiyue held the medicine box with one hand, her body trembling slightly.

"No?" Sikong Jingqiu frowned, let go of Haiyue's arm, stood up from the sofa, pressed her shoulders, and turned Haiyue around gently so that she faced him, " Where do you want to go?"

"I—" Haiyue flinched, lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Sikong Jingqiu, as if she wanted to prove something, she hugged the medicine box in her arms even tighter, "I'm not going anywhere, I just want to put this away stand up……"

Sikong Jingqiu looked at the small hair twirling in the center of Haiyue's head, his eyebrows frowned a little deeper, his handsome face was full of displeasure, and he said in a deep voice, "My young master once said that he hates people pointing their heads at me. Start talking!"

(End of this chapter)