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In the end, it was Jiang Qiyu who called the staff to deal with the scene.

Qi Yu took a deep look at the two of them, then turned around and went back to the house.

And Jiang Mian hurried downstairs because she was afraid of disturbing other people and causing the audience in the live broadcast room to speculate.

"Sister Qiyu, this is a medicine box. Although the temperature of the milk is not too high, it's better to deal with it as soon as possible."

"Thank you."

Jiang Qiyu was about to take the medicine box sent by the staff, but just halfway out her hand, a hand that appeared suddenly snatched her away.

The staff member was also taken aback, and immediately turned to look at the figure that suddenly appeared:

"Mr. Qi, you..."

I saw Qi Yu, who had already changed out of his bathrobe but had not yet had time to dry his hair, appeared at the door of Jiang Qiyu's room.

He was holding the medicine box with one hand and looked sideways at the staff.

"..."

"Then I'll..."

The employee of the production team suddenly seemed to have opened up some kind of wisdom, his eyes suddenly brightened, and then he nodded and smiled at the two very politely:

"One step ahead."

After finishing speaking, before Jiang Qiyu waved her hand, she rushed into the elevator without looking back, looking at her back, there seemed to be a little joy coming from nowhere.

After the staff left, Qi Yu stood at the door with the medicine box in his hand and didn't go in. Instead, he raised his eyelids and looked at the live broadcast on the ceiling, with a flat tone:

"Come out, I'll give you medicine."

Jiang Qiyu looked at the back of him turning around without delay, and narrowed her eyes slightly. Just as she was about to refute, she remembered the three-story two-dollar shopping mall during the daytime...

A smile crept across his face in an instant.

I can break my eyebrows and bend my waist to serve the powerful!

Thinking of this, she immediately turned into a loyal old slave, and happily followed the Taijun who was leading the way, no, the young master who was leading the way.

As if wanting to avoid the live broadcast camera, Qi Yu brought the smiling Jiang Qiyu to the open-air garden on the rooftop.

Jiang Qiyu knew that Qi Yu had something to say, and she didn't take his excuse to help her with the medicine, so she extended her hand to him with a smile:

"Give me the ointment, I will do it myself, you..."

It's just that before she finished speaking, the slender palm with the palm facing up was covered by the man's big hand with well-defined bones.

Qi Yu didn't say a word, and gently turned the hand covering her palm, and the soft and small hand fell on the palm of her hand.

"do not move."

He wrapped Jiang Qiyu's wrist with one hand, and held a cotton swab that had been dipped in milky white ointment in the other hand, and carefully probed towards the light red mark on the white arm.

"..."

The two sat facing each other, with the gentle night breeze blowing on their faces, and the ever-bright lights in the garden shone on them, as if they shrouded each other in a faint halo.

Jiang Qiyu looked at Qi Yu who lowered his head slightly and carefully applied the ointment for himself, and blinked in a daze.

It seemed that the night breeze had a slightly intoxicating aura, but her mind, which had always been out of her mind, was blank at this moment.

The man's face is calm, and the three-dimensional facial features that used to be not easy to provoke are also softened by the gentle light.

The slender eyelashes cast a large shadow under his eyes, the high bridge of the nose, the smooth lines, and further down...

It was his neckline that was slightly open as he leaned forward to apply the medicine.

"Gudong"

Jiang Qiyu heard the sound of herself swallowing.

There was a battle between heaven and man in her mind, and she was constantly swinging back and forth between the two thoughts of "how can I spy on the young master" and "look what's wrong just now when I was wearing a bathrobe and didn't look carefully".

Qi Yu, who had been seriously lowering his head to take the medicine, suddenly said coolly:

"You don't use your eyes when they should be used, but you can see carefully when you shouldn't use them."

"Ah...ah?!"

Suddenly waking up, Jiang Qiyu's other hand stroked the wind-blown hair between her temples as if to cover up, and changed the subject in an attempt to cover up:

"Is there something on your mind that you wear so many clothes?"

"..."

Facing Qi Yu's sharp eyes that suddenly raised her eyes to her, she suddenly realized that she subconsciously said what was in her heart, and immediately changed her words:

"I want to ask you what you want from me?"

"You better be."

Qi Yu raised his eyebrows, and patiently applied the fragrant ointment on the last red mark, then let go of the hand around her wrist, and seemed to have no intention of saying while storing the medicine box:

"Jiang Mian came to look for me in the room just now. I was taking a shower and didn't open the door...Jiang Qiyu!"

He raised his eyes, gritted his teeth as she watched her gaze begin to move slightly downward again, and said:

"I'm talking to you, look me in the eye."

Jiang Qiyu, who was caught peeking at the bag, immediately looked up, and said confidently with a face thicker than the city wall:

"I am shy."

Qi Yu was almost laughed at by her.

It's the first time I've seen someone shyly staring at the bottom of someone's neck.

He bent the corners of his lips imperceptibly, and then suddenly lowered his face:

"Did you hear what I was telling you just now?"

"I heard you."

Jiang Qiyu nodded her head as a matter of course, "You said you were taking a shower, Jiang Mian went to your room to find... wait!"

She was a little absent-minded just now, but now she realized that something was wrong after repeating it, then she raised her eyebrows and looked at the angry Qi Yue:

"You... ouch!"

Before she could finish her sentence, she suffered a blow to the forehead, and the man's slightly forbearing voice sounded:

"I said, I didn't open the door."

"If you don't turn it on, you don't turn it on. What did you hit me for?"

Jiang Qiyu muttered and rubbed her forehead, then suddenly thought of something, and bent her eyes to look at Qi Yu:

"Mr. Qi, you are selling a three-storey commercial house today, isn't it just to show off your financial strength as the overlord?"

"..."

Qi Yu put away the medicine box, gave her a cool look, and answered the wrong question:

"I am rich, not sick."

His words also confirmed Jiang Qiyu's conjecture from the side, she grinned unsurprisingly, and her tone was as sincere as possible:

"Young master, just give me your orders, and I will never complain!"

Qi Yu didn't know why when he saw her slavish and coquettish appearance, he just felt a gloomy feeling in his heart, and his face froze slightly:

"I really want to take advantage of the popularity of this show this time, and according to the current market feedback, I hope you can help me block other people on the show for the rest of the time, and finally hold hands with me successfully." .”

"..."

As soon as he said this, Jiang Qiyu, who was still baring her big teeth, gradually withdrew her smile, with a defensive expression on her face:

"Mr. Qi, I'm very principled, you can't use money to corrupt me..."

Qi Yu raised his eyebrows:

"You think too much, you're just acting in front of the camera."

Jiang Qiyu sticks to the principle and bottom line:

"Then I can't..."

"The show is over, 300 million."

"..."

"But then again..."