beauty should be like this

In the steamy bathroom, the warmth makes the whole body comfortable.

Because she was afraid of wound infection, the little beauty hadn't taken a serious and formal bath for a long time.

But he who just turned off the shower was very depressed. He stood in front of the mirror and sighed at the scar on his abdomen for a moment before putting on his bathrobe.Walk out slowly.

Zuo Yu, who was always busy, was sitting on the bed typing on his notebook, when he heard the sound, he raised his head and said with a smile, "Why are you pouting?"

"I didn't, what nonsense are you talking about?" Wen Qianyu crawled to his side and covered the quilt angrily.

"Can't I tell if you're happy or not?" Zuo Yu continued typing.

"Obviously, I have listened to what the doctor said, but there are still scars on the sutures, which is really ugly." Wen Qianyu fell on the pillow, looking listless.

"Hey, of course, look at me." Zuo Yu picked up his T-shirt and showed his lower back that was injured to protect him, and then comforted him: "Now that medicine is so advanced, there must be a way."

"Maybe." Wen Qianyu bit her lip.

"By the way, ask who that is." Zuo Yu's eyes suddenly lit up: "Isn't Jiang Hao a plastic surgeon, and he said before that he specializes in skin scars and the like."

Wen Qianyu blinked, and became happy again: "It makes sense."

After talking, I have to sit up and look for my phone.

"What time is it? I'll contact you in the daytime." Zuo Yu stopped him and said, "Come on, I'll apply the medicine for you."

"I've finished painting myself." Wen Qianyu pulled the pillow and sat next to him by the head of the bed.

"Does it still hurt?" Zuo Yu asked.

"A little bit." Wen Qianyu replied, sensing the worry in his eyes, and said again: "It doesn't hurt."

"Fool, I can't tell if it hurts or not." Zuo Yu tickled his nose: "When you do such a dangerous thing in the future, think about my mood, but I understand you. If my dad is in danger, I will Regardless of everything."

Wen Qianyu said in a low voice, "I'm in a much better mood when I come back to Beijing. I feel like what happened before is like a nightmare."

"If it's like a dream, you should forget it. How about your father's hand?" Zuo Yu asked concerned.

"The index finger on my right hand is not very flexible, and the wound is too deep. I mailed him some medicine and a pair of leather gloves I made myself, although I know he doesn't need it..." Wen Qianyu raised her big eyes: "It's strange, obviously There are many things hidden in the bottom of my heart, and for a few seconds when life and death were at stake, I didn't have any entanglements, I only knew that he was my dad."

Zuo Yu nodded: "Of course, there are no reasons for family affection, and what does he say... It can't be measured by ordinary parents, but at least it hasn't hurt you and still cares about you."

Wen Qianyu had gradually forgotten the hatred for her father, her expression was very calm, and she suddenly asked: "There is something I haven't had a chance to tell you, and I only realized it not long ago. Guess who my mother is?"

Zuo Yu shook his head blankly.

Wen Qianyu immediately whispered a thunderous name in his ear.

Sure enough, Zuo Yu opened his eyes wide in surprise, and carefully looked at the face of the little beauty like a work of art again: "No wonder, your lips are very similar to hers."

"Yeah, I think so too." Wen Qianyu raised her hand to touch her classic and elegant lips like petals, looked at the air and said, "It's really amazing, after watching all her movies, I didn't really believe it... Fortunately, I did My dad only said it when I grew up, otherwise I would change from resenting one person to resenting two people.”

"No one is allowed to hate." Zuo Yu stretched out his arms to hug him.

"I don't feel much anymore, I know that even if they all abandon me, you will stay by my side." Wen Qianyu kissed him with a smile, then pulled the quilt and lay down next to Zuo Yu, holding his clothes Jiao said: "I'm asleep, you can do your work."

Zuo Yu reached out to turn off the desk lamp, and then turned his head to see that Qianqian had closed her eyes safely.

He is like an angel in the dim light of the laptop screen, warm and thin, making people's heart soft to the point of utter mess.

-

Jiang Hao is a very typical highly educated intellectual, calm and aloof, unwilling to pay attention to any useless sophistication.

But what Zhou Zhou entrusted, he readily agreed to.

On the contrary, Wen Qianyu arrived at the hospital on time, and was flattered to see Dr. Jiang come to receive him in person, and then brought himself to the consulting room for examination: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's nothing, Zhou Zhou and I are very happy to see you safe and sound." Jiang Hao's handsome face softened because of that name.

Wen Qianyu smiled, lay down obediently, and opened the warm sweater.

In fact, the condition of the new scar was not too serious. There was a pink triangle three to four centimeters across his fair skin.

"Why did you come here alone?" Jiang Hao bent down to check carefully, chatting casually.

Wen Qianyu replied: "He wants to see a client."

"You don't want to see me?" Jiang Hao smiled lightly.

"Not at all, he may have done stupid things to you and Zhou Zhou before, and it's a bit embarrassing." Wen Qianyu didn't seem to mind anymore.

Jiang Hao replied: "No, actually Zuo Yu has helped Zhou Zhou a lot."

Wen Qianyu didn't speak any more, and blinked at the ceiling uneasily.

After the inspection, Jiang Hao said: "The situation is not too serious, and it can be basically eliminated after more than a year of use, but in my opinion, you are a perfectionist. In fact, no matter how you repair it, it will still be more or less the same as before. They are exactly the same, so there is another choice, which is also suitable for you."

Wen Qianyu was puzzled: "What?"

"Tattoos are covered, but you have to be careful, otherwise it will be difficult to remove, you decide for yourself." Jiang Hao seemed to think of something, his eyes dimmed for a moment, and then helped him pull up his clothes: "I'm just from the perspective of a friend Suggestion, if you trust me, of course I can be your attending doctor and try my best to meet your demands, here are some comparison photos of other patients before and after scar removal."

Dr. Jiang didn't boast like in the advertisement, he really didn't lie, it seems that no matter how he repaired it, the scars are just the scars.

Wen Qianyu sat there and studied it carefully, then raised his head and said, "Let me think about it."

"Well, contact me after you think about it." Jiang Hao brought him some brochures of advanced equipment: "You can also consult other doctors."

"I believe in you!" Wen Qianyu immediately expressed his opinion, then picked up his bag and said, "Then you can be busy, I won't bother you any more."

Jiang Hao nodded.

Wen Qianyu left politely, walked in the corridor of the hospital, and found that she didn't mind Zuo Yu's previous emotional experiences, all kinds of things.

Some functions of time are like waves, which can always wash away those no longer important gravel and wash away all stubborn and useless edges and corners.

-

Wen Mu, who said that he had returned to Canada to recuperate, received his son's package, sat in the sunny living room, put on the leather glove and tried it on, and then endured the pain and pulled out his uncontrollable fingers to look through the rest of the package. Pillbox and food for kids.

He Yun, who always accompanied the actor like a shadow, hummed: "As for being so happy, it's useless."

"This is the first time Qianqian gave me a gift." Wen Mu looked up.

He Yun witnessed everything about him, and of course he also witnessed Wen Mu's hatred, resistance, confusion and gradual acceptance of his father's identity.

He didn't care too much like the young boy, he just complained: "That kid, don't say he misses me."

Wen Mu closed the letter written by his son, and gave him a limited edition e-cigarette gift box: "This is for you, to let you quit smoking."

He Yun took it and looked at it with raised eyebrows, then put it in his arms, pretended not to hear, and walked upstairs to the villa.

Wen Mu couldn't help smiling, touched the gloves again, and after taking a deep breath, curled the corners of his mouth again.