Madam's black history was picked up

Song Ci pouted and glanced at the signal light, thinking: "Did I run a red light? No."

At this time, there was a sound of a horn urging from behind, Song Ci wanted to get up, but his ankle hurt so badly, Qian Bao went to help her, but she threw him away.

"Miss, this road does not belong to your house. If you want to vent your anger, can we find someone else?"

There were bursts of urging horns and the driver's complaints from behind.

Song Ci was too embarrassed, Qian Bao raised the corner of his mouth, and reached out to help Song Ci again, this time Song Ci did not refuse.

"You can't walk like this now, why don't you get in my car first?"

Song Ci glanced at the swollen ankle and nodded.

After the car started, Qian Bao glanced at Song Ci who was looking down at his ankle, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

Qian Bao parked the car in front of a villa.

"This is not a hospital, where is this?" Song Ci looked at the villa in front of him and frowned.

"my home."

"Your family!" Song Ci looked like a cat with fur, leaning up and covering his chest with his hands.

"You are sick, why did you bring me to your house? I want to go home."

Qian Bao was unable to help his forehead: "Miss Song, don't you think too much? Your ankle looks like a sprain. If you go to the hospital for a week, you won't dare to walk."

"Our soldiers are best at treating sprains and falls. I promise you will be alive and kicking within two hours."

"Really?" Song Ci still clasped his hands to his chest, a little disbelieving.

Qian Bao rolled his eyes: "I'm a soldier, what would I do to you?"

As he said that, he leaned in front of Song Ci with a smirk on his face: "Someone has done something beastly to me."

Song Ci immediately wanted to refute that you are a beast, but he thought that he didn't name him by name, so why did he shoot him in the muzzle, so he could only turn his head to the side bitterly, pouted and sulked.

Qian Bao couldn't stop laughing, teasing her was quite fun.

Qian Bao helped Song Ci into the house, and Song Ci looked around the room: "Do you live alone in such a big room?"

"Well, live alone and quietly."

"Hey, aren't you a soldier? Shouldn't soldiers always be in the army? Why do I always see you hanging around outside?"

"When did you keep seeing me hanging around outside? The last time you saw me was when An Yajie stood up for you. How long has it been? I'm still hanging out in front of you?"

Song Ci was a little short of words. In retrospect, several months had indeed passed, but why did she feel that it happened only a few days ago.

Sometimes I can't help but think back to what happened that day in my mind, and Song Ci's face would turn red every now and then.

Seeing Song Ci's blushing face, Qian Bao approached her with a smile: "You won't forget us all this time..."

"Qian Bao." Song Ci interrupted Qian Bao angrily.

"Shut up, I forgot, I don't remember anything, you'd better forget me."

Qian Bao smiled and said nothing.

"Did you hear that?" Song Ci said angrily.

"Okay, okay, forget it." Qian Bao got up and went upstairs after speaking.

"Wait a minute, I'll get the medicinal wine."

Song Ci looked at Qian Bao's back, took a deep breath, and stretched out his hands to cover his chest: "Why is my heart beating so fast?"

"It must be the sequelae of hitting the head just now." Song Ci kept shaking his head.

When Qian Bao went downstairs, he saw Song Ci shaking his head like a rattle, and he was amused for a while.

"It will hurt a little, be a ninja." Qian Bao squatted in front of Song Ci, reaching out to take off her high heels.

Song Ci conditioned to retract the foot.

"What's wrong?" Qian Bao looked up at Song Ci.

"I, I'm ticklish." Song Ci blushed again for no reason, and his heart was beating strangely.

Qian Bao smiled: "It's okay, I'll be fine in a while." He grabbed Song Ci's ankle and twisted it.

"Hey, you, ah..." Song Ci was so painful that tears flowed out.

Before she closed her open mouth, her ankle seemed to be able to move.

"All right."

"All right?"

"Try moving your ankle."

Song Ci moved, and it really didn't hurt so much: "Hey, Qian Bao, I can't tell, you still have such abilities."

"I still have a lot of skills, you can slowly discover."

"Shameless." Song Ci pouted and gave him a blank look.

Qian Bao smiled and said nothing, unscrewed the medicine bottle and poured the medicinal wine into his palm: "This is for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. If you rub it on your feet, your feet will heal faster."

As he said that, he put Song Ci's foot on his lap, Song Ci subconsciously wanted to pull it back, Qian Bao pressed it down: "Don't move around."

Then he gently rubbed the medicinal wine in his palm on Song Ci's ankle.

Song Ci immediately felt cool, and Qian Bao accelerated the speed of rubbing until his ankles became hot, completely absorbing the medicinal wine.

Looking at the focused Qian Bao in front of him, Song Ci's heart moved, and he quickly turned his head away, but the next second he couldn't help but glance at it again.

With resolute and handsome facial features, healthy wheat-colored skin, and a military atmosphere all over his body, Song Ci's heart jumped wildly when he saw it.

Qian Bao looked up and saw Song Ci's obsessed eyes, and suddenly smiled evilly and approached Song Ci: "Do you think I'm very handsome?"

Song Ci blushed and gave Qian Bao a blank look: "Shameless."

"Hehe!" Qian Bao put down Song Ci's foot.

"Okay, sit and rest for a while, don't force your feet for the time being, you can walk around at night." After finishing speaking, he got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Song Ci pursed his lips and looked at Qian Bao's back, his bright eyes flickered.

Qian Bao came out after washing his hands: "Do you want something to drink?"

"No, I'm not thirsty."

"Oh." Qian Bao said "oh" and sat opposite Song Ci.

The corners of Song Ci's mouth twitched, this man is really sincere.

"I saw that you were absent-minded when crossing the road. Is something wrong?"

Song Ci is also boring at the moment, if she wants to go back with a limp, her mother will definitely have to ask questions, especially his brother, he will definitely beat up Qian Bao without saying a word, although he may not be able to beat him well.

So Song Ci talked to Qian Bao about the task assigned to her by the editor-in-chief.

After hearing this, Qian Bao nodded thoughtfully: "Your editor-in-chief is right, this task is indeed dangerous."

"The other party dares to commit crimes against the wind, so they must be very alert. If you go there alone and they find out that you are a reporter, they will definitely not let you go."

"I advise you to think twice before acting." Thinking of her going to such a dangerous place alone, Qian Bao was still worried for her.

"I'm not afraid, I will go even if there is danger, I will expose these harmful bedbugs to the sun, to see if they dare to do things that seek money and kill." Song Ci was filled with righteous indignation.

Qian Bao was stunned for a moment, other ladies from famous families were all driving luxury cars and BMWs, going in and out of various high-end banquet halls, looking for their favorite rich husband-in-law.

But Song Ci, who was also born in a famous family, chose a career that he thought was meaningful, and did it without hesitation.She doesn't care about fame, status, or even danger, and only sets out for her own justice.

Qian Baogao took another look at such a woman.

But Qian Bao still teased her: "I am moved by your fearless spirit, so have you thought about what to do? Are you going to kill it single-handedly?"

Song Ci recovered from the tragedy, dragging his head like a deflated ball: "I haven't come up with any good ideas yet."

"I plan to take a taxi there tomorrow to check the surroundings and see if there is any opportunity to take advantage of. If I can't find an opportunity, I will come back and go the next day."

"Pfft!" Qian Bao laughed at Song Ci's unplanned plan.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Ci pouted with dissatisfaction.

Qian Bao shook his head helplessly: "I kind of know why your deputy editor doesn't want you."

Song Ci immediately frowned, sat up straight and held his head high: "She doesn't want me because she doesn't know what to do, I'm very dedicated, okay?"

Qian Bao smiled and nodded: "You are very dedicated, I can see this, but you are heading in the wrong direction, so no matter how hard you work, you will not be able to achieve good results."

Song Ci looked at Qian Bao suspiciously.

Qian Bao put away the joking expression on his face, and looked at Song Ci with a serious face: "If you take a taxi there to check the situation, there are taxis showing up there for two consecutive days, they will definitely be alert."

"You hide too far and can't take pictures of the situation inside, and you are too close and easy to be noticed, so how can you possibly take pictures of their production process."

Song Ci pouted and lowered his head: "Don't pour cold water on me, okay? I don't know what to do in my heart, and I'm even more lost when you say that."

Looking at Song Ci's pouting face, Qian Bao smiled: "So, if you have no good way, you have to learn to use your strength."

"Borrowing strength?" Song Ci raised his head and looked at Qian Bao in doubt.

"You need to find someone powerful to help you."

"great people?"

Qian Bao is going crazy, but you still want to break into the dragon's pond and tiger's lair alone, I'm really afraid that if you fall into it, you won't even be able to pull your bones back out.

He pointed to the tip of his nose: "Me!"

"You?" Song Ci looked surprised: "You want to help me?"

Qian Bao folded his arms and raised his eyebrows: "Apart from me, can you find someone more powerful?"

Song Ci opened his mouth but did not speak.

Qian Bao smiled strangely: "You want to say that Anyajie is also very good, but she is not here, far away water can't save near fire, when she comes all the way to help you, the waste oil will be eaten Into the stomach."

Song Ci glanced at Qian Bao and closed his mouth tightly.

Qian Bao snorted coldly in his heart: "Little girl is quite vigilant, why don't you use it for serious business."

"So..." Qian Bao leaned back on the sofa.

"I'm your best choice right now."

"But don't you want to go back to the army?"

"I'm on annual leave, and I have two months of vacation. I'm too free and I want to find something to do for myself."

"Then why did you help me for no reason? We don't know each other well." Song Ci's vigilance came out again out of season.

Qian Bao really wanted to run away violently: "What's wrong with this woman? I might not agree to others asking me for help. When I get to her, I beg her to help, but she pushes back."

Qian Bao closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Then he opened his eyes and smirked and approached Song Ci: "Who said we don't know each other well, our relationship is a little bit deeper than ordinary friends!"

Song Ci was embarrassed again, blushing and gave Qian Bao a supercilious look.