Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 21
"Did Mr. Song go for a morning run?"

Song Qiyan looked at Jin Ziqi, who was as elegant as a water lotus, blinked stupidly, and then said dully: "Oh, the sun is pretty good today, so I went out for a run."

How is the sun today?Jin Ziqi glanced at the cloudy sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, but he didn't expose Song Qiyan to his face.

"Mr. Song, if you don't mind..." Jin Ziqi handed a handkerchief embroidered with blue butterflies to Song Qiyan, with a slight smile on his lips: "You can wipe your sweat with it first."

Song Qiyan looked down at the elegant handkerchief, frowned, without any reaction.

Jin Ziqi suddenly felt a little embarrassed, she thought that Song Qiyan probably disliked the handkerchief not being brand new, but when she was about to take it back, he suddenly reached out and took it.

After Jin Ziqi paused for a moment, she smiled slightly, but this smile only lasted for a few seconds before it froze. When she saw Song Qiyan pretending to be sweating, she stuffed the handkerchief into her trouser pocket.

"Mr. Song, mine..." Jin Ziqi hesitated to speak, but only looked at his handkerchief suggestively.

"What's the matter? Did you drop something here?"

Song Qiyan looked at Jin Ziqi in confusion, and when he saw Jin Ziqi shaking his head in embarrassment, he said "Oh", then folded the handkerchief without changing his expression, and put the handkerchief into his bag.

Jin Ziqi's fair cheeks were stained with a faint blush, even though it is the open 21st century, but being taken by a big man to his personal handkerchief, no matter how you look at it, it looks ambiguous.

Looking at Jin Ziqi's shy expression with downcast eyes, Song Qiyan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, but soon his lips tightened again, his face was also calm, and he didn't forget to frown from time to time.

The atmosphere between the two was suddenly a little cold, Jin Ziqi raised his hand and brushed the hair on his sideburns, thinking of his reason for coming, his eyes fell on Song Qiyan's gauze-wrapped arm involuntarily: "Mr. Song, is your arm better? I'm really sorry for hurting you last night."

Song Qiyan followed Jin Ziqi's gaze to look at his left and right arms wrapped in gauze, moved his five fingers slightly, and there was a slight pain in the muscles of his arms.

Naturally, Jin Ziqi also saw the faint blood on the gauze, and her elegant eyebrows were slightly condensed, but seeing that Song Qiyan's hands could still move freely, he was relieved, he was not seriously light.

Song Qiyan saw Jin Ziqi's expression in his eyes, raised his eyebrows, turned his left arm and said quietly: "There should be nothing serious, you don't have to worry, if you have something to do, go first."

Jin Ziqi looked at Song Qiyan's nonchalant expression, and realized that apart from thanking her, he really couldn't find any other topics to keep the conversation going.

If it wasn't for the climax, the two of them might still be strangers who didn't know each other.

Thinking that the company still had a lot of work to do, Jin Ziqi didn't hesitate, took out a business card from his bag and handed it to Song Qiyan: "Mr. Song, this is my business card. If you need anything during your stay in S City Find me, as long as it is within my ability."

Jin Ziqi, who is nearly 1.7 meters tall, still needs to raise his jaw at 45 degrees in front of Song Qiyan. Song Qiyan looked down at her heroic and soft profile face, and her words lingered in his mind.

"You can find me if you need anything..."

Song Qiyan's eyes unconsciously glanced at her slightly open shirt collar, and settled on her beautiful collarbone for a few seconds, and then his mouth felt a little uncomfortable.

Averting his eyes hastily, Song Qiyan lowered the corners of his mouth, and an inexplicable irritability flashed across his face. He almost violently pulled the business card between Jin Ziqi's fingers, crumpled it up and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

Jin Ziqi saw the displeasure on Song Qiyan's eyebrows, and thought he was disturbing him: "Then I won't bother you, Mr. Song, goodbye."

Seeing that Jin Ziqi really left as soon as he said it, Song Qiyan's expression turned cold. When he said he was fine, did she really think he was fine?

"hiss……"

As soon as Jin Ziqi turned around, he heard a sound of gasping behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw Song Qiyan's tall body squatting on the ground, his lowered head concealing the expression on his face, but he didn't seem to be feeling well.

"Mr. Song, what's the matter with you? Is there any discomfort in your body?"

Jin Ziqi also squatted down, but saw Song Qiyan covering his gauze-wrapped arm with his right hand. He raised his head and stared at her with deep eyes, his brows twisted into twists, and his tone was slow and difficult: "It's okay... let's go, I'm fine, let's go..."

From the corner of Jin Ziqi's eyes, he saw Song Qiyan's tightly clenched fist, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging. Thinking about the cause of this incident coming from himself, he thought for a while and said to Song Qiyan: "Mr. Song, you can't drag your hand like this. Hospital."

It's just that Jin Ziqi just reached out to help Song Qiyan, but Song Qiyan sternly refused: "Forget it, I'll go up later and let the housekeeper re-bandage it. You can go to work, don't delay your work because of me."

After Song Qiyan finished speaking, he let out a long sigh of relief, then stood up with difficulty, his tall figure swayed unsteadily, and Jin Ziqi quickly supported him: "Mr. Song, are you sure you are really okay? "

Song Qiyan almost leaned his whole body against Jin Ziqi's soft body, a fresh and elegant body fragrance came to his nostrils, he stared at her slender and slightly curled eyelashes, his eyes gradually deepened.

The thin and tough lips touched the top of her hair intentionally or unintentionally. When she looked up, she stared at her moist red lips, snorted lightly from her nose, and frowned: "Go away if you are busy." Well, I'll just go back to the room by myself, and it's just a hand to be destroyed..."

After speaking, he left Jin Ziqi's support, stepped back, clasped his left arm with his right hand tremblingly, then ignored Jin Ziqi's concern, turned around and walked slowly towards the elevator.

Jin Ziqi stood on the spot, watching Song Qiyan's receding back, clenched the phone tightly in his hand, frowned and hesitated for three seconds, then trotted after him: "Mr. Song, your hand was hurt because of me." injury, it is my responsibility to restore it to its original state."

However, Song Qiyan didn't even turn his head, and walked straight into the elevator with his arms covered.

Jin Ziqi sighed silently, and walked in before the elevator closed.

Song Qiyan just glanced at her indifferently, pursed his lips tightly, and the elevator opened with a "ding", and he walked past her with strides.

Jin Ziqi clearly saw the blue veins protruding from his forehead, and the apology in his heart became more and more intense, so he chased him out of the elevator without thinking.

"Mr. Song..."

When Jin Ziqi opened the door of Song Qiyan's room, he hurriedly called out to him, but before he could say anything, Song Qiyan turned around, his face was a little ugly: "Go, I'll just rest for a while, don't worry too much .”

(End of this chapter)