Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

As Dr. Liu said, the injection didn't hurt at all, and she didn't even need an anesthetic. She just sewed it up naturally while she squinted her eyes.

"You can't touch the water until the stitches are removed, do you understand?"

After Dr. Liu cleaned up the bloody gauze on the table, he returned to his seat to fill in the medical records. When he saw no response, he looked up and saw two boys and girls quietly biting their ears.

"..."

There is something inappropriate in my heart that I don’t know whether to say or not.

After explaining the precautions, Dr. Liu prescribed some dressing changes and kicked them out.

From the moment he visited the consultation room, Xie Xingzhou calmly held An Ning's hand hanging by his side.

The summer in Rongcheng is very hot, and even the wind blowing is very hot.

Aning's palms were a little sweaty, and she curled her fingers unconsciously, but she was held tighter.

And she didn't let go, always walking side by side with the man.

This subtle atmosphere was maintained all the way to the door of the house. When Xie Xinghe took out the key and was about to open the door, Aning stopped him for a moment.

"Xie Xinghe, hand..."

Xie Xinghe glanced at her, with unknown emotions flashing across his eyes. After letting go of her hand, he turned the door lock casually.

After the two entered the door, the room had returned to its original state, and Xie Yongping was nowhere to be seen, as if everything that happened in the afternoon was just a dream.

Grandma Xie was sitting on the sofa with a dazed expression. Her thin back looked very lonely. The moment she saw the two people coming back, her face showed some emotion.

Probably because the elderly are more emotional and have a lower tear point, they started to burst into tears after saying just two sentences.

Aning was the most disgusting person to cry, especially when facing an elderly person like Grandma Xie. She immediately turned around in front of people to show that nothing happened to her.

But she was obviously the one who was hurt, but now she took on the role of comforting others.

Xie Xingzhou took a popsicle out of the refrigerator and saw the girl talking softly, lowering her head to comfort Grandma Xie, and felt a warm current flowing through her heart.

He stepped forward and took out two tissues to wipe away Grandma Xie's tears. He said in a gentle voice, "Grandma, the doctor asked Ning Ning to eat more blood-replenishing food. Please help me make some."

Xie Xinghe still has a way.

Hearing this, Grandma Xie stopped crying. After she told Xie Xinghe that she wanted to take good care of Aning, she dove into the kitchen and started tinkering.

Aning stared at Xie Xingzhou with a suspicious look on her face. Her long black and silky hair hung neatly on her shoulders, and her palm-sized face became smaller and smaller. She licked her lips and asked, "Did the doctor tell you?"

The boy's Adam's apple moved slightly as he stared at her, his brown eyes dancing with broken light, and the shallow look under his eyes gave people the illusion of affection.

"Said."

After saying that, he applied the popsicle wrapped in plastic wrap to her injured forehead, his movements were extremely gentle, and his tone was full of pity.

"Does it still hurt now?"

But Aning froze in place, her breath lingering with his crisp breath, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she shook her head dryly.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

She thought that Xie Xinghe was starting to like her a little bit.

No matter what, he definitely has a crush on her.

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Xie Yongping returned to Beijing. Not long after Xie Xingzhou took Aning out, he answered the phone and left.

When he left, he also sent a message to Aning, asking her how the injury on her forehead was and if she was okay. He said that he did it unintentionally and that it was Xie Xinghe, the traitor, who provoked him. If it weren't for this traitor, he wouldn't have done it. Hit her.

He said a lot of things like this, and every word and every word was Xie Xinghe's fault, but he completely ignored himself.

In the end, he also transferred some money to Aning's card as a token of condolences.

Looking at the extra 20,000 yuan on the bank card, Aning panicked.

She suddenly felt sorry for Xie Xinghe, and she seemed to suddenly understand why Xie Xinghe used such an aggressive tone to anger his father.

How could there be such a father who shirks all the responsibilities onto his son, even though it is just a trivial matter.

But it’s the little things that show your character the most, right?

If her father was like this, then she would probably be like Xie Xinghe.

Fortunately, she always thought Xie Yongping was a good father. After all, when the original father was still alive, he often mentioned his son and said how outstanding his son was.

Today she suddenly had a new understanding of Xie Yongping.

It's just a duplicity.

During dinner in the evening, Grandma Xie made a table full of blood-tonifying food. Aning stared at the porridge in the bowl that was full of blood-tonifying food, and twitched the corners of her mouth.

She only had a cut on her forehead and she bled a little, but she didn't lose too much blood.

But facing Grandma Xie's kind smile, she still had to bite the bullet and finish the dinner.

However, what Aning didn't know was that in the next few days, she would be greeted by these blood-replenishing packages.

After the meal, Aning returned to her room. She carefully opened the dressing patch on her forehead. In the mirror, she saw a small suture cut on the originally fair and flat skin, and her eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

Hope there won't be any scars.

Just as he raised his hand to touch it, there was a knock on the door.

She turned her head and shouted towards the door: "Come in."

The person who came was Xie Xinghe. He was holding an iodophor cotton swab in his hand. When he saw An Ning standing in front of the mirror, his eyes flickered, and there was some deep and complicated dark light in his eyes.

He walked to An Ning's side, pursed his lips slightly, and put the things on the table. "Uncle Liu said that wounds should be disinfected twice a day."

"I know."

Aning observed his expression in the mirror, and saw that he was like a piece of wood, silent and frightened behind her, his heart still, making it difficult to figure out his emotions.

"How about you help me disinfect it? I really can't do it to myself."

Aning turned around, and when he raised his face, he saw the young man's sexy Adam's apple and smooth jaw, and upwards, his handsome facial features.

Xie Xinghe lowered his head slightly, his slender eyelashes half-covering his eyes. Their eyes met in the air, as if they were electrocuted.

His slightly deep eyes were filled with unknown emotions, the cold curve of the corners of his lips was slightly soft, and there was a tiny light hidden in his eyes: "Okay."

Aning raised his head slightly, his silky hair hanging behind his head, his delicate eyebrows as beautiful as a beautiful oil painting, and he blinked as if waiting for his move.

Xie Xinghe gently wiped the cotton swab dipped in iodine on her forehead where the sutures were on the left side. It was probably because the iodine was a little irritating. The girl frowned, squinted her left eye slightly, and fluttered her eyelashes, but she didn't say anything. Voice.

Seeing this, Xie Xinghe slowed down his movements as much as possible. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he put a new dressing on her.

"Thank you."

The girl's dark eyes looked like autumn water under the light, and a few strands of hair came out from her forehead. By some strange coincidence, he reached out to help her tuck her hair behind her ears.

This move not only made Xie Xinghe a little stunned, but also Aning was a little stunned for a while.

She looked at him, with the little rabbit jumping in her heart, and blushed very unsatisfactorily.

Xie Xinghe felt uncomfortable being stared at. He glanced away unnaturally, with red marks covering his cheeks and ears.

The boy's fair skin was now red. The more Aning looked at him, the more he looked like a cherry, and he looked like he wanted to be bitten.