Mr.Bo, Love me please be gentle!

Anyway, she just kissed him.

And she took the initiative.

Although in her opinion, it was just an insignificant accident, the man in front of her didn't think so.

"Accident! Ha ha! Brother Bo, it was an accident just now. I met it accidentally." Song Li was very glad that he was smart enough to find such a reasonable excuse.

Thin cold pool drooped his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him with a hint of deep meaning, "there are a lot of excuses."

Then he walked back and sat down in the dining chair.

Song Li immediately breathed out, and a hanging heart fell back to her chest. She was really afraid that he would continue to ask.

"Young master, here is the ointment."

Yi Xu came over and said respectfully.

Song Li was stunned. Doubts flashed from the bottom of his eyes, but he still lowered his head and straightened his back.

"Come here."

The man waved to her.

Song Li clubbed in place, his beautiful apricot eyes blinked a few times. Didn't he blame her for what happened just now? He won't trouble her, let alone dislike her?

Song Li frowned tightly, still a little worried.

Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, Bo Hanchi picked his eyebrows and raised his voice impatiently: "what are you doing? Come here!"

"In fact, it's all right. A little injury will be fine in a few days." Song Li said so, but he honestly walked in front of the man for fear that he would crush her to death if he was unhappy.

"Scars are ugly."

Bo Hanchi glanced at her with disgust.

Song Li:

Is it that serious? The wound is obviously very shallow, and there will be basically no trace after it is well.

He is absolutely alarmist and deliberately frightens her!

The ointment is cool and comfortable.

There were some thin cocoons on his finger abdomen, groping back and forth in her wound, with a slight crisp itch.

Song Li unconsciously shrunk his neck, trying to avoid his fingers.

"Don't move!" her voice was low and deep, but it showed a strong strength that she didn't dare to refuse.

Song Li bit her pink lips and looked at him secretly from the corner of her eyes, but she didn't want to start this idea. A sharp eye immediately shot at her. She was so frightened that she quickly looked away without trace.

"Pain, light, light..."

Song Li, with a white face, pleaded softly.

The man sank his eyes, and his unusually handsome face was cold, but the movement on his fingers was more and more gentle.

Yi Xu, who stood next to him, took a puff from the corner of his mouth and quietly turned around. If there was cotton, he would plug his ears.

"Is that better?"

"Well."

"Come on! How did you get this injury?"

Bo Hanchi was patient and asked slowly as he drugged Song Li. Worried that she would be careful with him, he had to add, "don't lie."

Song Li didn't want to say.

It's never a glorious thing to lose a fight. She won't tell him.

"Say!"

Men's patience is obviously running out.

Song Li's heart jumped, turned his eyes angrily, lowered his head, and muttered in a low voice, "it's none of your business."

She didn't want to tell him what happened during the day yesterday, because she was not sure and confident. He would believe her unconditionally without hesitation. She was worried that he would be the same as song Jingye.

The middle-aged man was her only relative in the world, but he didn't even give her a chance to explain. He insisted that she was malicious and wanted to murder his wife and baby son.

Liang Rong's parents beat, scolded and accused her. He looked on coldly, as if she were not his own daughter.

Therefore, Song Li dare not gamble.