Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

Bian Xinghuo looked at him in a daze for two seconds, then suddenly smiled warmly and lowered his eyes.

His lower jaw was hit by Lu Jiaxi, and he accidentally bit his lower lip when he fell, and blood was oozing from the corner of his lip.

Lu Jiaxi stared at his blue jaw and the blood on the corner of his lips for two seconds, then got up and took out the medicine box from the drawer.

He took the medicine box to Bian Xinghuo, and saw that he was picking up the glasses on the ground to wear.

Who would have thought that half of the glasses were broken, Bian Xinghuo seemed to hesitate for a long while holding them in his hand, and finally put the broken glasses back on.

Seeing this, Lu Jiaxi frowned, but didn't speak. He handed the medicine kit to Bian Xinghuo: "Can you paint it yourself?"

Bian Xinghuo looked up at the medicine box handed in front of him, nodded and got up to take it, thanking him softly.

Holding the medicine box, he seemed to hesitate for a while, unable to decide where to deal with it for a while, so he looked at Lu Jiaxi: "Mr. Lu, do you still need me to play with you?"

"What's wrong with you now?" Lu Jiaxi said fiercely, as if he was the one who was beaten.

Bian Xinghuo smiled warmly when he heard the words: "Then I'll go back and treat the wound, and the medicine box will be delivered to Mr. Lu tomorrow?"

Lu Jiaxi hesitated and didn't answer clearly.

Bian Xinghuo looked at him twice, and when he agreed, he turned around and walked outside.

As soon as the person reached the door and was about to close it, the young man inside suddenly came out with bare feet.

Bian Xinghuo looked at him suspiciously.

Lu Jiaxi turned his head and looked away: "I beat you, so I can't see if your wound is treated well? What if you intentionally make the wound serious and count it as a work-related injury?"

Bian Xinghuo looked at him with a chuckle, and tentatively said, "Then I'll treat the wound at Mr. Lu's place?"

"Oh." Lu Jiaxi turned his head and walked in, and found the mirror in the cabinet.

Bian Xinghuo went to the bedside table and squatted down, looking at himself in the glasses.

The lower jaw has become swollen with the fermentation of time, and blood from the corner of the mouth has also leaked out, staining half of the lips red, and the broken glasses on the bridge of the nose add to the misery.

With his eyes closed like this, it seems like he can act like a corpse.

He took out tweezers from the medicine box, then found medical alcohol, then found cotton, and poured the alcohol on the cotton gently.

Lu Jiaxi couldn't stand it anymore.

He snatched the tweezers with cotton in Bian Xinghuo's hand, and said angrily, "Are you planning to wait until the wound has scabbed before applying alcohol?"

Bian Xinghuo was robbed of tools, but there was a smile in his eyes, he shook his head, and then he heard Lu Jiaxi say again: "Shout when it hurts."

Bian Xinghuo was stunned for two seconds, and was about to nod when he heard Lu Jia Xiliang whizzing back: "Anyway, I won't talk to you."

Bian Xinghuo's eyes were bent, and he said warmly, "It doesn't hurt, Mr. Lu."

Lu Jiaxi glanced at him, and without opening his mouth, he started to move his hands lightly.

He is often injured in acting, and it is common for him to deal with wounds at home alone, so just watching Xinghuo slow down, he was scratching his heart.

He quickly disinfected the wound on Bian Xinghuo's mouth with alcohol, then dipped a cotton swab with ointment, and applied it lightly.

After applying it, he directly took out a bottle of medicinal wine from the medicine box, poured some out and rubbed it in his palm, and said to Xinghuo, "You have to endure the pain this time, if you don't rub the bruise away, your face will definitely be sore tomorrow." swell."

Bian Xinghuo nodded obediently, and stared at Lu Jiaxi with his dark eyes covered by glasses, but his eyes drifted away.

He seemed to remember when he was happy, but subconsciously laughed out loud.

Lu Jiaxi was about to get started, when he suddenly saw Bian Xinghuo laughing, and looked at him wonderingly: "What are you laughing at?"

Bian Xinghuo came back to his senses and quickly stopped laughing, shaking his head.

Lu Jiaxi looked at him, his eyes couldn't meet because of the damaged eyes, he frowned, raised his head and took off the broken glasses on the bridge of Bian Xinghuo's nose.

Bian Xinghuo was taken aback for a moment, then he heard Lu Jia analyze: "It's all broken, does the glass getting into my eyeball also count as my work-related injury?"

Bian Xinghuo shook his head and said no, he was about to get his glasses, but Lu Jiaxi threw them at the end of the bed first.

Lu Jiaxi looked into his beautiful eyes and said firmly, "Are you not short-sighted?"

Bian Xinghuo was stunned for two seconds, then lowered his eyes and replied softly, "I'm a little nearsighted."

Lu Jiaxi didn't think much about it: "Slightly short-sighted, there's no need to wear glasses, your eyes...are not ugly."

Bian Xinghuo squatted in front of the bedside table, and Lu Jiaxi sat cross-legged opposite him, because of the application of the medicine, their legs were almost touching together.

Now that Lu Jiaxi was speaking, Bian Xinghuo could clearly feel the other party's breath.

For the first time, he didn't answer Lu Jiaxi's words, but lowered his eyes and treated it with silence.

Lu Jiaxi glanced at his unwillingness to look at him, frowned, and went straight to rubbing the bruise on his jaw.

This blow was a bit strong, Bian Xinghuo didn't pay attention, and almost cried out.

Even so, he still didn't raise his eyes to look at Lu Jiaxi, but lowered his eyes until Lu Jiaxi finished rubbing.

The room was quiet for two seconds, and then the sound of Bian Xinghuo packing the medicine box was heard.

After tidying up, he got up and said in a warm voice, "Mr. Lu, then I'll go back first."

Lu Jiaxi agreed casually.

Bian Xinghuo put the medicine box aside, got up and went to the end of the bed to take away the broken glasses, this time he didn't put them on, but put them in the pocket of his pajamas.

After this series of actions, Bian Xinghuo never looked at Lu Jiaxi again, which made Lu Jiaxi's frown that had just been relaxed wrinkle again.

Bian Xinghuo went to the door and said "good night" to Lu Jiaxi, and was about to go out, when Lu Jiaxi said in a bad tone: "Why don't you dare to look at me?"

Bian Xinghuo's movement of going out paused, he turned back and looked at Lu Jiaxi, his eyes only touched the other party for a moment, then he quickly retracted.

He lowered his eyes, showing rare emotional fluctuations.

It's not that he didn't dare to look, but he was afraid that if he took another look, those things that had been hidden deep in his soul for more than ten years would roar out disobediently, scaring the people he put on his heart.

Seeing his appearance, Lu Jia analyzed the conjecture that the other party dared not look at him.

He smacked his mouth and was about to speak, when Bian Xinghuo suddenly said first: "Mr. Lu, do you need me to apply medicinal wine for you?"

Lu Jiaxi was taken aback for a moment, but Xinghuo didn't know where he turned.

Before he could figure it out, Bian Xinghuo smiled warmly and said, "Mr. Lu just dropped his ass."

"..."

The face of the young man sitting cross-legged on the ground was completely darkened, and he turned his head so angrily that he didn't want to look at the person at the door again: "Get out."

Bian Xinghuo seemed to chuckle, and said "good night" again, and closed the door behind him.

With the sound of closing the door, Lu Jiaxi turned his head and stared at the door for a while with a dark face.

My ass, which hadn't felt anything at first, suddenly ached.

That daring guy just now dared to tease him?

It's time to fire.