The male god strikes: the black belly cute treasure asks for a like

Chapter 189 Let's play a game, how (45)

Luo Xiaoxiao learned to be smart this time, knowing that he is soft but not tough, so she just suppressed her thoughts and said softly, "I'm afraid I'm clumsy, which will make your wound worse."

Gu Ze smiled slightly, knowing that this was not her psychological words, but still had a cheerful expression: "I'm not afraid of you, what are you afraid of, come here, I'll teach you."

Said, hold Luo Xiaoxiao's hand, his hand is big and thick, the palm is delicate, but the fingertips are slightly cold, just like him, always give people a feeling of ice and fire blending, sometimes intense Enthusiastic, sometimes cold and alienated.

But it is this strange contradiction that forms his unique charm.

"This is disinfectant. It's reddish in color, and it's the heaviest in color. I understand why you made a mistake with it, because it's different from what you usually use. You can smell it."

Gu Ze sent the potion under her nose, she smelled it, the smell was very light, not as pungent as ordinary potions.

Gu Ze's voice is still gentle, he is a good teacher by nature, as long as he is patient, he can make people feel like a spring breeze: "I know what you want to ask, and I don't know where it came from. There are always strange things in Linbei. It's not just you, if he doesn't explain it to me, I will be confused."

In two or three sentences, Gu Ze clarified the facts for Luo Xiaoxiao in front of everyone. It wasn't that she was stupid, but that the medicines were really difficult to identify.

Luo Xiaoxiao is not stupid, she can hear that Gu Ze is helping her.

"Now, take the poisonous cotton, dip it in the medicine, and remove the medicine left on my wound."

Luo Xiaoxiao did as he said, Gu Ze's wound was not as serious as Lin Bei said, and the recovery is actually pretty good, only a few places are still very dark, Luo Xiaoxiao tried to be as light as possible, I'm afraid it will hurt He, with a cautious expression on his face, pleased Gu Ze. He rested his chin and looked at her quietly, as if he was a bystander.

"Then what?" Luo Xiaoxiao was already sweating after just disinfecting the poison.

Gu Ze came back to his senses, feeling a little unbearable in his heart, he was quiet, and suddenly stretched out his hand to beckon the housekeeper: "You will deal with it below."

"Yes." The butler stretched out his hand, wanting to take the potion from Luo Xiaoxiao's hand.

Luo Xiaoxiao hid for a while: "Let me do it. Do things from the beginning to the end."

Maybe it will come in handy later.

This month, she has been in bad luck. Either she was injured or she was on the way to injury. It is better to learn some self-help knowledge.

Gu Ze understood that she didn't want to borrow someone else's hands and wanted to help him change the medicine herself.

With an unknown light in his eyes, he waved away the housekeeper and continued to hand over to Luo Xiaoxiao.

Under his patient guidance, Luo Xiaoxiao finally completed the first gauze work in her life that was not a bow tie. She looked at her work with pride.

Coincidentally, there was a servant standing behind Gu Ze, who seemed to have something to report to him, and she was holding her confiscated mobile phone in her hand.

Luo Xiaoxiao stretched out his hand: "Give me the phone."

The servant asked for it, without saying yes or no, but turned his attention to Gu Ze.

"Master."

"Give it to her."

The servant nodded, and handed the phone back to Luo Xiaoxiao. She switched the phone to the camera mode, facing Gu Ze's hand, and took three consecutive shots.

He moved his face closer again and took an intimate photo with her works.

After filming, Luo Xiaoxin wanted to get up contentedly.

Suddenly, Gu Ze embraced him with his arms and kissed him directly.

Kakaka.

A crisp sound passed.

Gu Ze let go of her, took the phone from her hand, lowered his head to open the menu, found the photo album, selected one of the three photos he was satisfied with, and clicked send directly.

moment.

In his coat pocket, there was the sound of a message arriving.

(End of this chapter)