Days dominated by wife-watching demons

"Now help you bandage." The nurse helped An Jing treat the foot injury. "The sprain is not particularly serious. Take care to rest and refrain from strenuous exercise in the next week. It should recover soon."

After the cold compress, An Jing's pain subsided a little. She didn't listen carefully to what the nurse said. She knew what to do after a long illness and she knew what to do. It was Ge Zijie standing at the end of the bed with a serious face, which made her feel uneasy.

The current training time is so tight, but I have a problem at this juncture. If I don't train for a week, my cooperation with other members will definitely drop a lot.

Thinking of this, An Jing quickly said: "Director, don't worry, I won't fall behind in the practice. This level is not enough to prevent me from dancing. What the nurse said is too exaggerated."

I thought Ge Zijie would feel more at ease when he said this, but he didn't expect that the air pressure around her was even lower. Looking at her with eyes as sharp as a knife made of ice, An Jing's scalp was numb from scratching.

"Do you even know what you did wrong?"

"I shouldn't...injure myself and delay the progress of combination practice." An Jing lowered her eyelashes, feeling very guilty.

"An Jing." Ge Zijie's voice became hoarse, and these two words that he blurted out slowly made An Jing's heart tremble.

Ge Zijie stepped forward, sat on the edge of the bed, clasped An Jing's chin with his left hand and forced her to look at him. This was the first time she treated An Jing with such a strong posture, because she absolutely didn't want what happened today to happen again .

"Don't make me worry about you." Ge Zijie's voice was obviously suppressed, and what she said was completely different from the usual tone of order. It was a sentence of sincere concern.

"sorry."

"I don't want to see this kind of thing happen again. This is my personal request and has nothing to do with the company's interests."

Ge Zijie's gaze was too hot, An Jing had never been stared at so closely by her, and she should have been defeated under her gaze, "I won't do it next time."

"I want you to take yourself seriously."

"Ah."

It was impossible for An Jing to be able to resist in front of such a voice, she only knew to agree with Ge Zijie's words one after another, so that she could feel relieved.

"You rest, I'll get the medicine, and I'll take you home later."

In front of An Jing like this, Ge Zijie knew that he was the one who lost the battle. This wood looks soft and soft and easy to bully, but in fact it is a stubborn and hard stone when peeled off. The right thing, no matter how many losses you suffer, will not change your mind.

An Jing raised her head to look at her back, Ge Zijie had returned to her former cold appearance, as if the gentle voice just now was just her own illusion, but the touch left by Ge Zijie's fingers on his face told An Jing that everything just now It's all true.

Ge Zijie was warmer and more trustworthy than she had imagined. This was the first time An Jing felt this way about someone else after her parents passed away. In the past, she was used to treating the world as a protector.

Protect Anyang, protect everything you don't want to lose.

On the other side, Song Fan and Ye Min also sent the comatose Xi Ge to the hospital, administered a bottle of glucose, and treated the abrasions on her body, and soon she woke up.

"Where is An Jing." This is the first sentence Xi Ge started. She still remembers seeing the speaker falling towards her before she lost consciousness. An Jing helped to block it, "Is she injured?"

Ye Min just got in touch with Ge Zijie and heard about An Jing's current situation, "A sprained ankle, and the calf was hit a bit heavily, but no bones were hurt. It's almost a week of rest."

"If you're tired, why don't you take a break? Carrying so hard not only hurts yourself but also—"

Ye Min quickly covered Song Fan's mouth, which was open-mouthed, and said to Xi Ge: "She is next door, if you are really worried, you can go and see her."

Even if Ye Min blocked Song Fan's words, how could Xi Ge not know that she didn't want to hold everyone back, but she didn't want to make a bigger mistake instead.

"Well, I'll go and have a look." She forced a smile at the two of them, her dry lips were a little pale.

"Hey, why are you going alone? Let me carry this for you." Song Fan shook off Ye Min's hand and stepped forward to help lift Xi Ge's bottle.

"Thank you."

"Then I'll go too."

In the ward, An Jing stayed alone, her wrapped ankle was suspended in mid-air, a large bruise on her white calf had just been put on purple potion, the injury looked a little scary.

"An Jing, are you okay?" Song Fan almost rushed to the bed, but remembered that he was still carrying Xi Ge's bottle, and then put the bottle into Ye Min's hand.

"Did the director scold you? I just saw that she seemed very angry."

scold?An Jing shook her head, Ge Zijie's expression just now was a little serious, but what she said was not scolding herself, but rather caring.

"But you too, what are you doing blocking that, you are the main dancer, are the main dancer's feet the feet that can cause accidents?"

Ye Min quickly patted her on the head, telling her not to say a few words.

"Ah! Why do you keep beating me!" Song Fan turned to wait for her.

"If you two are fine, go back to the dormitory first." Ge Zijie had already taken the medicine and stood at the door at some point, "Don't make a scene in the hospital."

Song Fan quickly covered his mouth, "Understood, director."

Ge Zijie took out a few pieces of money from his wallet and put them in Ye Min's hand, "Take a taxi and go back to the dormitory directly. Don't wander around outside so late."

"Thank you, director." Ye Min took the money and quickly pulled Song Fan away.

Ge Zijie turned around at this moment, and asked Xi Ge who was standing beside him without saying a word, "Where are you going back tonight?"

Xi Ge's parents did not agree with her living in the company's dormitory, so the company did not arrange for her.

"That... can I have a few words with An Jing first?"

Ge Zijie was not in a hurry to answer her, but turned his head to ask An Jing with his eyes, and only said to Xi Ge when he saw that the other party stared at him, "It's getting late, so make a long story short."

Xi Ge nodded to Ge Zijie, and waited for her to go out to apologize to An Jing: "I'm sorry, I caused you trouble on the first day, and caused you to be injured. I will take full responsibility for your medical expenses."

"Ah... Actually, it's not all your fault, but if you're really tired in the future, I suggest you stop and take a rest, it won't hinder the progress too much." An Jing shook her head, "And I didn't hurt too much, it's just a potion. It’s just that the color looks a little scary, and the medical bills... the director has paid for me.”

"I'm sorry, I was trying to be brave." Xi Ge unexpectedly bent down at ninety degrees to An Jing and bowed deeply, "I don't know how to make it up to you, maybe you have something you want?"

"……No."

The car drove to Xi Ge's house first, and Ge Zijie opened the door, "If you feel that it is difficult to explain to your parents, I can help explain it. This is the responsibility of the company."

"No need, this is exactly what they want." Xi Ge stepped out of the car and shook his hand at the co-pilot An Jing, "See you tomorrow."

"Goodbye." An Jing also raised her hand to beckon to her, feeling a little strange about Xi Ge's words just now.

Are there any parents who are happy to see their daughters hurt?

"You rest at home tomorrow." Ge Zijie pressed the close button.

"I can't dance, but I can still walk in formation and practice singing. This injury is not so bad that I need to rest."

"That's why I didn't let you rest at home for a whole week." Ge Zijie started the car, the expression on his face was obscured in the darkness, "If I told you to rest, take a good rest, just in time to prepare for your oil painting competition."

"Ah."

The car drove to the door, and Chen Bo, who had been waiting at the door, came up and saw An Jing's feet and said in surprise: "Miss An Jing is injured? Let me help you down."

"No need." Ge Zijie closed the door with his hands and put the key in Uncle Chen's hand, "I'll do it."

An Jing originally planned to jump out of the car by herself, but when Ge Zijie said this, she immediately moved her butt back obediently.

"Hand out."

An Jing's body is like a puppet on a string, and Ge Zijie is the puppet master who manipulates the string. What she says, An Jing immediately does.

Ge Zijie put his arm on her shoulders, and hugged her down again in a horizontal hugging position. He didn't let go after that, and went all the way up the stairs, sending him to the bedroom.

The palm on the skin was hot, but the face that was close at hand had an aura of indifference. After getting acquainted with it, An Jing knew that sometimes this person would deliberately use such an expression to cover up her true emotions.

To describe this person with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart is perfect.

"Director, are you still angry?" An Jing opened her eyes and looked at her.

"No."

"But you don't look at me."

"..."

Obviously this person didn't speak, but An Jing knew that it was a sign of her loose attitude, so she made persistent efforts and grabbed her hand, "Look at me, okay?"

Ge Zijie finally met An Jing's eyes, "Say."

After looking at each other, what An Jing wanted to say became difficult to say again. When she realized it, she found that her body had already acted before her brain.

She grabbed Ge Zijie's collar, pulled her towards her, and then kissed her lightly on the face. That was the most direct and childish way to please her that she could think of right now.

Did she learn this trick from An Yang subconsciously?

After the kiss, both parties fell into silence.

An Jing was calculating the various changes in Ge Zijie's eyes, trying to predict her reaction.

Ge Zijie resisted the urge to forcibly hold the person in front of him in his arms, looked at her firmly and said, "I won't be angry with you, don't think too much about it."

An Jing didn't know what was wrong with her, but after hearing Ge Zijie's words, her mood became complicated.

Don't think too much, it means, are you being passionate?

Ge Zijie noticed that An Jing seemed to be thinking in the wrong place.

An Jing herself may not know, she always pretends to be calm, thinking that everyone can't see what she is thinking, but in fact it just makes her more clumsy.

"I told you not to think too much because I care about you more than you think, so I won't be angry with you."

This kind of confession made An Jing lose her ability to react for a moment, but she knew she couldn't think too much, and An Jing didn't dare to raise her head until Ge Zijie rubbed her head with his hand and left.

The author has something to say: Director: My wife acted like a baby to me for the first time, did you see it!