Scattered Feather

Carrying the tray back to the twentieth floor, "Mr. Ling, your tea."

Ling Xuan nodded, "Let it go."

Qing Yu bent down to put down the tea, and Ling Xuan happened to see Qing Yu's burn.

"What happened to your hand?" Ling Xuan put down his pen and asked.

"It's okay, it's just that I didn't hold the tea firmly when I first served it, and the water was scalding." Qingyu said calmly.

Ling Xuan sighed and shook his head, took out the first aid kit from the cabinet and found the burn ointment, "Hand over here."

Qing Yu shyly said, "No need..."

Ling Xuan didn't listen to him, stood up and walked forward, gently raised Qing Yu's hand to apply the medicine for him. "Does it hurt?"

Qing Yu shook her head, her palms seemed to be sweating... This was the first time she was so close to Ling Xuan.

"You..." Ling Xuan said with a light smile, "You will really cause trouble for me..."

Qing Yu blushed, "I didn't ask you to rub the medicine on me..."

Ling Xuan looked at Qing Yu, and jokingly said, "What? Fever again?"

Qing Yu hurriedly covered his face with his other hand. "No!"

Ling Xuan put the scald ointment into Qing Yu's coat pocket, "If you feel pain, just wipe it on."

The woman called "Sister Ling" opened the door and saw this scene. From her perspective, Ling Xuan held Qing Yu's hand with his left hand, while his right hand was on Qing Yu's chest.

"You! You... change! Pervert! Ah!" After shouting, he ran away as if fleeing.

Ling Xuan sighed and sat back on his seat, "That's why I hate people who don't knock on the door."

Qingyu was stunned for a long time before he realized, "We didn't do anything!"

Ling Xuan waved his hand, "It looks like that to outsiders, what can we do?" After a long while, he said helplessly, "We don't have the ability to change other people's opinions, do we?"

Qing Yu always felt something strange, "So you never explained it?"

Ling Xuan felt a little melancholy, for some reason, he suddenly thought of the dead Song Qingyu.

"But..." Qing Yu was interrupted before he could finish speaking. "You go out first, I'll call you later." Ling Xuan picked up the pen in his hand and said.

Qing Yu moved his mouth but didn't say anything. Ling Xuan seemed a little sad, and he could feel it.

Walking out the door a little unhappy, Qing Yu felt a little puzzled by Ling Xuan's reaction, obviously...the front is doing well!

Ling Xuan probably meant to ask Qing Yu to stand outside and wait, but Qing Yu was not so obedient, and took the elevator downstairs when he went out.

I don't know if Han Kun is still in the tea room, let's go and have a look, and we can talk about other things by the way.