Even if you wear fast female accessories, you should also be brave enough to look bad

What happened next was that Wen Jin sent someone to discuss compensation matters with the store that had suffered some damage, and then asked an adjutant to help send the mica home.

Yun Qian and Wen Jin were sitting in the same car. The adjutant driving the car took out a simple medical kit that came with the car from the passenger seat and took out the alcohol inside to disinfect Wen Jin.

"Let me do it." Yun Qian said.

The adjutant glanced at Yun Qian, then looked at Wen Jin inquiringly. Seeing that Wen Jin did not refuse, he handed Yun Qian the cotton swab, gauze and alcohol in his hand.

Both of them sat in the back row, and there was even room for one person to sit between them.

Yun Qian moved closer to Wen Jin and waved to him, "Lower your head a little, I can't reach you."

Wen Jin lowered his head in cooperation and showed the injured area to Yun Qian.

Yun Qian dipped a cotton swab in alcohol and applied it to the wound bit by bit, starting from around the blood stain. Maybe she was afraid of Wen Jin's pain, so she blew gently.

Hot air hit Wen Jin's cheek. Wen Jin lowered his gaze unnaturally and curled up his long fingers slightly.

The wound was not serious enough to require gauze, but Yun Qian insisted on applying it, saying it was to prevent infection, so Wen Jin had no choice but to let her go.

"Can I ask?" Yun Qian put away the used cotton swab.

"Huh?" Wen Jin's voice was a little hoarse.

"What just happened."

Wen Jin cleared his throat, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and scratched the collar of the lining: "Catch some rebels."

Yun Qian nodded, and just as he was about to return the remaining medicine to the adjutant in front, Wen Jin Xuxu took hold of his wrist.

Yun Qian's wrist was slender, and Wen Jin's long fingers could easily wrap it around it.

Wen Jin looked at the bright red streak on Yun Qian's fair arm and asked, "What's going on?"

After hearing this reminder from Wen Jin, Yun Qian noticed a small wound on his arm. The oozing blood had solidified and turned into a dark red scab.

Because the wound didn't hurt at all, Yun Qian didn't notice it at first.

She thought for a while and guessed: "Maybe it was scratched by glass fragments."

At that time, the glass exploded. Yun Qian was focused on protecting Yun Yu and was not too careful about herself.

Wen Jin took the medicine in Yun Qian's hand and opened it again. First, he carefully cleaned off the coagulated blood scab with a cotton swab, and then applied alcohol on it.

Before Wen Jin became a young marshal, he suffered various injuries, endured the severe pain without anesthesia, and honed the skill of being able to apply medicine without changing his expression.

But in Yun Qian's place, Wen Jin carefully blew air and gently disinfected Yun Qian for the first time in his life.

Yun Qian's angle was just right enough to see Wen Jin's tall nose and long eyelashes, and the broken hair on his forehead was slightly messy.

Yun Qian couldn't help but raise her hand to touch Wen Jin's long eyelashes. The moment she touched them, the eyelashes trembled slightly. They were clearly brushing against her fingertips, but Yun Qian felt itchy in her heart.

Wen Jin raised his eyes, "What are you doing?"

"I just... suddenly want to touch you." Yun Qian told the truth.

Wen Jin blinked, pursed her lips, and said nothing. She lowered her head and continued to disinfect Yun Qian.

The warm atmosphere between the two people behind formed a barrier of its own, dividing the front row from the back row. The adjutant looked straight ahead with a straight face, his eyes firmer than ever.

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Since that day, the relationship between Yun Qian and Wen Jin has taken a step forward.

Yun Qian went to and from get off work as usual, but Wen Jin came to the karaoke hall more often.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but when Wen Jin comes, it's always Yun Qian who sings on stage.

The famous Young Marshal came to the karaoke hall so frequently that the manager almost suspected that this was the Young Marshal's second stronghold.

During this period, the theater next door extended an olive branch to Yun Qian, saying that he thought Yun Qian was very capable and must be very suitable for drama.

But Yun Qian refused, because although the salary at the store next door was higher, it was also busier. If Yun Qian went there, he probably wouldn't even be able to sell it.

When Wen Jin came to the singing hall, Yun Qian secretly stepped off the stage halfway through singing and told her supervisor that she wanted to step down.

"Hey, I can't control you anymore, right? If you want to step down, step down? Are you the boss or am I the boss? Go up and sing." The supervisor raised his hand to chase people away.

Then he would receive a cold stare from a certain direction.

Yun Qian spread his hands and said helplessly: "I can't help it. It's all the young marshal's order. He asked me to accompany him by name. You think I have to accompany you, right? What if the young marshal is unhappy and closes the karaoke hall in charge?" Now, what should I do?"

The supervisor's expression changed again and again, "Then go ahead and stay with me!"

After all, you can't offend the young marshal, otherwise you won't be able to save your head. The supervisor touched his neck.

Wen Jin, who had no idea that she was being used as a excuse, watched the person sit down next to her.

"Are you done?" Wen Jin asked.

Yun Qian nodded, picked up Wen Jin's cup and poured water into his mouth.

The movement was so fast that Wen Jin had no time to react.

"........."

Yun Qian's throat, which was so dry that it was on fire, was finally soaked by warm water, and Yun Qian narrowed her eyes in comfort.

Wen Jin took out a small cyan porcelain bottle from his jacket pocket, put it on the table and pushed it to Yun Qian.

Yun Qian picked it up and looked at it twice, "What is this?"

"This is a throat moisturizing tablet that my mother often uses. It is not harmful to the body." Wen Jin crossed his hands in front of him.

Yun Qian curled her eyes and smiled, "Did you come here specially to give me this?"

"...Just by the way."

Man, your name is tough-tongued.

The boy brought another cup and filled the teapot with new tea.

Wen Ge and his friends opened the door and walked in, chatting and laughing. At a glance, they saw the back of Wen Jin sitting in the center.

"........."

No way, his uncle's back is always easy to recognize. Not to mention the military uniform, the aura of Wen Jin is also memorable enough.

Wen Ge continued to turn his eyes to the graceful back of the woman next to his uncle.

Yun Qian tied up her hair, revealing a white swan neck. She looked elegant from behind.

Why did Wen Ge feel that his brother-in-law and Yun Qian were interacting too frequently.

More than once he caught the two of them sitting together.

Wen Ge's friends had already walked halfway across the distance before they realized that Wen Ge was still frozen in place. They turned around and looked at him differently: "Wen Ge, follow up quickly. Why are you so dazed?"

"coming."

Even though he's here, he can't just turn around and leave. This will make him look guilty.

The Wen family's rules were engraved in Wen Ge's bones. Before sitting down, he went over to Wen Jin and said hello: "Hello, uncle."

Wen Jin nodded and said yes.

When Wen Ge came back after saying hello, his friends put their heads together and talked.

"Hey Wenge, your uncle seems to have a good relationship with that singer."

"Yes, I saw that singer drinking from your uncle's cup a few days ago."

Wen Ge pursed his lips, "Don't talk nonsense, be careful of my uncle shooting you."

After saying this, Wen Ge was actually unsure. He glanced in the direction of Wen Jin and Yun Qian again, and took a long time to look away.