After wearing the book, Little Green Tea was favored by five villains

Song Ling was so angry that he couldn't calm down to watch. He stood up and took the medicine from Song Yingying's hand:

"Welcome, brother come."

Song Yingying smiled and shook her head, not giving him:

"Brother, I'll come in person."

Song Ling wanted to give her the medicine bottle in her hand, you are an idiot, just being bullied and molested by Jiang Qi like this, I haven't finished so many things in the company, just show me this when I came to you?

Song Ling snorted to make room for her.

Song Yingying walked around to Jiang Qi's back. New scars on Jiang Qi's back were intertwined with old injuries from the drop of the crystal lamp. The scars were incomplete, dense, and eerie.

This figure really can't arouse her any desire.

Giving him medicine in person, of course, is for convenience.

Song Yingying inspected the wound, opened the lid, dipped the cotton swab in the medicine, and blew lightly.

The soft wind hit his back, itching, Jiang Qi's whole body tensed up.

Song Yingying smirked behind Jiang Qi's invisible back, so shall I come?

She put the cotton swab dipped in the lotion on the bruised and purple scar. She moved lightly at first, but suddenly, with a "shake" of her hand, she pressed firmly on the wound.

Jiang Qi snorted.

Song Yingying didn't wait for Jiang Qi to speak, she was incoherent in a hurry: "Yes... I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose... Does it hurt? I have no experience, I feel sorry for you, I feel sorry for the criss-crossing wounds on your back, I... Otherwise... …otherwise……"

Oh, I'm so sorry, they did it on purpose.

Jiang Qi listened to the soft, apologetic voice behind him.

He said generously: "It's okay, you continue, I don't hurt."

"Really?" the girl asked simply.

Jiang Qi: "Really."

With this guarantee, Song Yingying tortured him with confidence.

Jiang Qi was already injured, so as long as he accidentally applied a little force, Jiang Qi would hurt.

But Jiang Qi said it didn't hurt, so no matter how painful it was, Jiang Qi endured it without saying a word.

Song Yingying tortured him, Song Yingying played the good guy:

"Jiang Qi, can you stop fighting frequently in the future, you are very powerful, but injuries are inevitable, it will hurt..."

"You care about me?" Jiang Qi endured the pain and asked, "Why do you care about me?"

"You!" The girl seemed to be shy, and she couldn't grasp the strength of her hand:

"Jiang Qi! You are not allowed to ask this!"

Song Yingying: Why else, act affectionately.

The girl's shy look caught Jiang Qi's eyes, and Jiang Qi had an answer.

"Okay, it's fine." Jiang Qi stopped him, if he continued, he would have to go to the hospital.

Song Ling who silently watched Song Yingying administering medicine to Jiang Qi was both confused and relieved, looking happy.

Song Yingying... seems to be doing it on purpose.

Song Yingying is such a smart person, she can't be so clumsy.

She tortured Jiang Qi, and Jiang Qi still thought she was nice.

Song Ling blinked.

Are creatures like girls so scary?

Jiang Qi put on his clothes.

Song Yingying threw the cotton swab away, returned the medicine to the police officer, and obediently waved to Jiang Qi:

"Then I'll go first, you must pay close attention to the wound, don't make any more fuss."

Jiang Qi said "hmm".

Song Yingying and Song Ling left together, Song Ling drove and Song Yingying sat in the co-pilot.

Song Ling asked her: "Where are you going? Brother will send you off."

"Brother, can I go to the company? I want to stay with you." Song Yingying said: "I won't disturb your office, I will sit quietly in your office and play with myself."

"Of course." Song Ling glanced at her and asked:

"Then do you want to change?"

Song Yingying looked down at the tracksuit and nodded, "Yes!"

I sweated a little from my morning run.

Song Ling parked near a women's clothing store.

The salesperson knew at a glance that they were brother and sister, they were so good-looking.

The salesperson reluctantly looked away from Song Ling, and she asked Song Yingying in a gentle voice:

"What do you usually like to wear?"

"Skirt." Song Yingying said without hesitation.

The salesman led her to the skirt. Song Yingying scanned around and picked out a pea green long skirt, which was the color of summer.

The salesperson's eyes were delighted: "The one you chose is the new season's new one. It just arrived this morning. Do you want to try it?"

With a good eye, I directly picked the most expensive one.

"Don't try it, just wrap it up with a new one." Song Yingying glanced at it and knew that it fits well, and she didn't try it if she had sweat stains on her body after running.

"Okay." The salesman moved quickly, and he didn't like the straightforward customers too much.

Song Yingying looked at Song Ling with a giggle:

"Thank you brother!"

Song Ling: "..."

Inexplicably complicated.

Although he was the one who paid her the bill in the past, why is he so upset now?

Song Ling obediently took out her card to pay the bill:

"The office has a lounge and a bathroom. I asked my assistant to buy towels and the same shower gel you use at home."

"Brother is so kind." Song Yingying's words were true. Song Ling was a peerless good brother except for the medicine.

Song Ling led her to the company. As the youngest daughter of the Song family, she naturally came to her company, but rarely.

Song Ling said that she was going to have a meeting and let her play by herself.

Song Yingying took a shower first and changed out of this sportswear, threw it into the washing machine, and after washing and drying, put it in a bag and take it home.

She changed into a pea-green long dress, with thick, slightly damp curly hair hanging out. Song Ling wasn't in the office, so she didn't rummage around, otherwise she would be the first to be investigated if something happened.

Song Yingying took a book from the bookshelf and nestled on the sofa to read it.

The name of the book is "On How to Control Your Emotions"

The marketing number means a lot.

There is still such a book in Song Ling's bookcase.

Song Yingying opened it curiously.

[[-]] Before getting angry, tell yourself repeatedly that you can't lose your temper, it's ugly, and it will affect your character.

【[-]】Tell yourself that losing your temper will make you ugly and affect your image.

【[-]】Tell yourself that losing your temper will make you ugly, please maintain a good and dignified personality! !

"..."

The corners of Song Yingying's mouth couldn't stop rising, hahahahaha I can see it, this is indeed telling myself again and again, the first point is very, very important!

She continued to read it with relish. Unlike the title of the book, the writing style was witty and humorous.

This is not an inspirational book, this is a collection of jokes.

When Song Ling finished the meeting and opened the door to come in, Song Yingying found that he was sitting on the sofa with his legs spread apart, his head was tilted back with a smile, and he patted his thigh roughly with one hand.

Song Ling: "..."

Is this the true face of a girl when she is alone?

Song Ling silently retreated to give her face.

Song Ling acted as if she had never entered before, and knocked on the door again:

"Welcome, brother is coming in?"

"Yeah, good!" The voice of the person who was laughing big goose just now was sweet and sweet.

Song Ling opened the door, the girl sat with her well-behaved legs close together, she was sitting upright and graceful, she was holding a book, her hair was hanging down the side of her face, the girl with red lips and white teeth was quietly looking at him with those pure and clean eyes.

Song Ling: "..."