Jing Dong is very straight

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Tang Qiubai had no choice but to say: "I fell first, and then I was hit by a heavy object."

Jing Shuyun, who was standing beside Tang Qiubai, glanced at her again.

Fortunately, the doctor didn't ask any more questions, but just told her to be careful.

After coming out of the hospital, Di Yan sent the two of them back to Jing Shuyun's villa again, because it was already early in the morning, if Di Yan sent them off one by one, then she basically wouldn't be able to sleep for a few hours when she went back.

Tang Qiubai couldn't sleep in one bedroom and one living room, so he chose Jing Shuyun's villa in the end.

Before Di Yan left, Jing Shuyun told her not to go to the company tomorrow, but to come directly to deliver lunch.

Good boss, it's also for Zhai Yan to take a rest, Tang Qiubai thought as he looked at the figure who turned and walked into the kitchen.

After a while, Jing Shuyun came out with a bag of ice pack, sat beside Tang Qiubai, held her wrist in reverse, and gently leaned the ice pack up.

She lowered her head slightly, Tang Qiubai couldn't see the expression clearly, but the faint warmth from the palm touching her passed through the blood through the skin.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

"It doesn't hurt."

The two fell silent again, Tang Qiubai's gaze stayed on Jing Shuyun's smooth and clean fingertips, holding an ice pack, her movements were light but careful, her fingers were already well-articulated, and when viewed from a close distance, they looked more like Appreciate a beautiful work of art.

After holding the ice pack for a long time, her fingertips were red from the cold.

Tang Qiubai reached for the ice pack and said with a smile, "I'll do it myself, it's getting late, you go to rest."

Jing Shuyun looked up at Tang Qiubai, "Then what should you do if you change into your pajamas?"

Tang Qiubai's smile suddenly froze on his face, "I can change it myself, and I still have one hand."

Jing Shuyun looked thoughtfully at Tang Qiubai's dangling left hand, nodded, but still didn't move to leave.

Instead, Tang Qiubai took the ice pack from Jing Shuyun's hands and stood up first, "Boss, I'm sleepy, and you should go to sleep too. You'll be fine when you wake up tomorrow morning. It's not a big deal."

Jing Shuyun looked at her without saying a word, Tang Qiubai turned around and went upstairs, but when he suddenly remembered something and looked back halfway up, he found that Jing Shuyun was still sitting there looking at her, maybe Tang Qiubai was looking down from a height, or maybe it was indoors lighting of lights.

Seeing the softness in her eyes, Tang Qiubai froze in place for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Jing Shuyun spoke first.

"Oh, boss, do you have a transparent bag or a garbage bag? I want to put it on my hand and take a bath."

Jing Shuyun raised his eyebrows lightly, "Pretend not to touch the hot water?"

"..."

In the end, Jing Shuyun took the garbage bag he found and tied Tang Qiubai's wrist with a live buckle, and went back to the room to rest under Tang Qiubai's urging.

After taking a bath, Tang Qiubai put on the silk nightgown that Jing Shuyun gave her with difficulty, lay flat on the bed and fell asleep before thinking about anything.

This time Tang Qiubai fell into a deep sleep, and the nightgown carried a unique fragrance, diluting her pain, and the bed was soft and comfortable, accompanying her into sleep together.

……

Tang Qiubai was woken up by knocking on the door. Last night, she was allowed to rest for half a day with the approval of the top boss Jing Shuyun, so before going to bed, she changed the alarm clock to 12 o'clock, woke up at noon, took a shower, had lunch, and then went to the company just in time.

Every minute and every second, Tang Qiubai was right.

As a result, Tang Qiubai was abruptly knocked out from under the quilt in her sleep by the knock on the door. Her eyes were blurred, and she didn't even have time to put on her slippers. She walked to the door with bare feet, trying to kill the disturbing sound.

The moment the door was opened, a chill permeated from the outside to the inside. Even in summer, Tang Qiubai's two smooth and exposed arms were aroused with goosebumps.

"What's wrong? Is it raining?" Tang Qiubai half-closed his eyes, hugged his right arm with his left hand, and rubbed it repeatedly.

"... How are your hands?" Jing Shuyun glanced roughly at the messy Tang Qiubai, his eyes resting on the nightdress for a second, then quickly moved away, looking at Tang Qiubai's naturally drooping right hand.

"Oh, it's okay." Tang Qiubai raised his right hand. His fingers were slightly bent last night because of the pain, and he didn't dare to straighten them. Now he was still a little stiff when he wanted to move.

But small movements would pull the bruise on the back of the hand, and the pain from the hand made Tang Qiubai regain consciousness and become more awake.

"Well, you can change your clothes and come down to eat."

Before Tang Qiubai could react, Jing Shuyun turned around, left a word and went downstairs.

Quickly closing the door of the guest room, Tang Qiubai leaned against the door, covering his forehead with his only intact left hand. It was fine to be woken up by the boss himself, and he was still disheveled. Tang Qiubai almost wanted to find a hole to hide in.

While waiting for Tang Qiubai to pack up and sit down at the dining table, Jing Shuyun was neatly dressed in neat business attire, with a cup of coffee in hand.

Tang Qiubai could guess that it was an American cup just by looking at it, and the owner of the coffee was holding a mobile phone in one hand, pointing his thumb on the screen from time to time as if he was looking at something.

"Boss." Tang Qiubai said.

"Yeah." Jing Shuyun glanced at her lightly and nodded slightly.

Di Yan stood opposite Tang Qiubai, with a gentle smile on her face, "Minister Tang, I don't know what you like to eat, so I bought them all. There is millet porridge and rice, what do you eat?"

Tang Qiubai glanced at the dishes on the table and said decisively, "Food!"

Di Yan handed the rice to Tang Qiubai with a smile, and also handed her a spoon thoughtfully. Tang Qiubai looked back at her gratefully.