Flash Marriage Sweet Wife: No. 1 Yuan from a wealthy family

Chapter 110 I'm Already Sleeping

She was almost suffocated by Song Yizheng's kiss, if the wound didn't hurt; Qin An felt that she might be suffocated to death by him.

There is a medicine cabinet at home.

When Qin Anhao came back, he also prescribed some medicine.

Although Song Yizheng was emotional, he knew enough was enough.

The first thing he did after regaining his sanity was to re-bandage Qin Anhao's wound.

Qin Anhao spread his hands, palms facing up, and placed the backs of his hands on the desk, sitting quietly, staring at Song Yizheng's slender fingers, a little flustered, but pretending to be calm, he cut off the gauze wrapped around her hands.

If the gauze was cut faster, the wound would be pulled, causing Qin Anhao to grin his teeth in pain; his face was pale and he frowned tightly, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Seeing Qin Anhao's fingers trembling, Song Yizheng stopped immediately, stared at Qin Anhao's bloody palm, and asked, "How did you get hurt?"

New injury.

Something that can draw such a wound, like a scalpel, may also be a fruit knife...

"You made my wound like this, you didn't treat it properly, and you talk too much, be serious!" As soon as Song Yizheng's voice fell, Qin Anhao frowned and replied with an indignant look on his face, as if accusing Song Yizheng Harm her in tea.

When Song Yizheng heard Qin Anhao's unreasonable answer, he was really choked up by her, put down his scissors and looked up at her, wanting to say that he didn't know what to do.

But when he saw her pale and bloodless face, he suddenly restrained his angry expression, lowered his eyes, and continued to treat her wound.

Song Yizheng didn't answer in a sullen voice, Qin Anhao also kept silent, and his eyes once again stopped on the man's slender and fair fingers.

The atmosphere was silent for a long time.

"I... didn't want to reject you that day."

Qin Anhao pondered in his heart for a while, before he stammered and embarrassed to mention the events of that day in a low voice.

She was actually surprised and delighted at that time, but Song Yizheng couldn't simply give a ring, he had to do something arbitrary, which made people unprepared.

Hearing Qin Anhao's words, Song Yizheng stopped his hand movements, and lightly raised his eyes to look at Qin Anhao. He was in a daze for a moment, but he just looked away, and a slight smile rose from the corner of his mouth, a little joyful.

Afterwards, Song Yizheng continued to deal with the wound on Qin Anhao's palm, pursing his thin lips, cautiously.

The atmosphere between the two was silent again.

Seeing that Song Yizheng didn't reply, Qin Anhao didn't speak any more, her gaze rested on her palm.

She didn't see the wound before, she felt very painful, and she has been holding back; Song Yizheng will take off the gauze, and when she sees the cut, she suddenly feels dizzy, and the burning sensation of her palms makes her nose sour.

Song Yizheng's gaze stayed on Qin Anhao's palm all the time, staring at the wound in the middle of Qin Anhao's palm, feeling pity in his heart, when he turned his head to take the alcohol, he suddenly noticed the printed on the medicine bag that Qin Anhao bought. few words.

Sudden distraction, and immediately regained consciousness, took the alcohol, dipped alcohol in a cotton swab to clean up the blood that flowed out.

His handsome brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

The four or five centimeter long opening required three stitches. For a girl, she suffered a lot!

Song Yizheng frowned even tighter, trying not to hurt her.

ten minutes later.

It's done, wrap it up again.

When Song Yizheng raised his head, he saw Qin Anhao with red eyes, his expression froze slightly, and he was a little surprised.

Frowning slightly, he stared at her and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Women are creatures that sometimes even the most intelligent man can't fully understand.

When Qin Anhao heard Song Yizheng asking her, she instantly burst into tears, and immediately said in a hoarse voice, "Hands hurt so much!!!"

She was used to bearing it before, so she just passed it when she knew it.

But when Song Yizheng asked her, he couldn't help but feel emotional.

After crying out in pain, the tears flooded even more.

Qin Anhao cried whenever he wanted to, and Song Yizheng panicked from crying.

He had never seen a woman cry to him like this, her hand hurt so much; he panicked, but he stood up calmly on the surface, walked to Qin Anhao's side, and put her hand in his arms.

Song Yizheng was tall and straight, Qin Anhao was pressed by him, her head was stuck to his waist, she seemed to be able to feel his heartbeat, and the heat of his hand pressing her head.

I was in a trance for an instant.

Qin Anhao felt embarrassed again in an instant, struggled to push the person away, stood up with some embarrassment, pushed Song Yizheng away and ran away in a hurry.

Song Yizheng didn't rush after her, his eyes followed the woman's figure until she disappeared.

After returning to the room with a blushing face, Qin Anhao continued to lock the door behind her back. When her eyes glanced at the freshly wrapped hands, she suddenly softened, and her angry look gradually turned into a shy smile.

She felt that if Song Yizheng performed so well in the future, she had no reason to refuse.

The hand was hurt.

It was very inconvenient for Qin Anhao to take a bath, and he didn't want to ask Song Yizheng for help, so he just washed his face casually, changed his clothes and went straight to sleep.

But it was too early, and she wasn't too sleepy, so after she went to bed, she started to think wildly.

First, when he thought of Song Yizheng hugging her before, his face immediately blushed, his head froze and he stopped thinking about it, and thought of Liang Qingqing again.

In fact, when she was working with Liang Qingqing, the reason why Liang Qingqing became friends with her was that Liang Qingqing herself was not very gregarious.

Liang Qingqing's personality has a lot to do with her single-parent family.

Thinking of this, Qin Anhao suddenly felt a little pain in his head, and couldn't decide for a while whether to help Liang Qingqing after turning over.

Just when Qin Anhao was feeling upset, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Then Song Yizheng's voice sounded.

"Qin Anhao, open the door."

The low-alcohol and charming voice is very calm and natural.

Song Yizheng was no stranger to Qin Anhao's habit of locking the door.

Qin Anhao, who heard Song Yizheng's voice, turned over and sat up. He didn't want to get out of bed, but pretended to be in a deep sleep. After yawning, he replied muffledly: "I'm already asleep."

As soon as her voice fell, there was no sound outside. Song Yizheng seemed to have left.

Qin Anhao thought that Song Yizheng would not knock on the door again, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

But I didn't expect that after a while, I heard the sound of the key opening the door again.

Before there was a quick reaction, the door had already been opened, and the light outside accompanied Song Yizheng's figure, flowing into the room, like a beam of light from a crack occupying a small half of the room.

Seeing Song Yizheng open the door and come in, Qin Anhao immediately felt embarrassed. After looking around nervously, he shrank back, went back to the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and closed his eyes.

Song Yizheng had seen Qin Anhao's actions a long time ago, frowned slightly, staring at Qin Anhao who was sleeping quietly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Qin An seemed to be taken aback, and his behavior was quite stupid.

Song Yizheng unhurriedly reached out and turned on the light, and walked into the house.

(End of this chapter)