After marrying the richest husband

Sang Qiao was also taken aback, and unfortunately the phone in his hand fell to the ground again, making a clear and crisp sound.

Sang Qiao: "..."

It seems that this month's salary should be used to buy a new mobile phone.

Sang Qiao picked up his thousand-yuan Android phone, which was close to being scrapped, and put it in his pocket with a bit of distress. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the stairs, and said hello to Zhuang Hui politely: "Mr. Zhuang, good evening."

Because Sang Qiao curled up his palms and wiped them in time, the blood that was still oozing out finally stopped flowing down.

Sang Qiao bent down following Zhuang Hui's line of sight, and wiped away the small drop of blood on the ground with the back of his hand.

Then he stood up, smiled at Zhuang Hui again, and said sincerely: "The tempered film of my phone is cracked, and I accidentally cut my hand. Mr. Zhuang, are you still awake?"

The voice-activated lights in the stairs at night are not very bright.

Sang Qiao was standing close to the wall, wearing a golden velvet pajamas, and it seemed that what he said was exactly what he had described.

Zhuang Hui stood at his original position and looked down at Sangqiao for a while, then walked down the stairs.

Walking to Sang Qiao: "Hand."

Sang Qiao was taken aback: "Huh?"

Zhuang Hui frowned tightly: "Hold out your hand."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao let out a low cry, and stretched out his arms cooperatively, revealing the back of his hands.

Except for the little mark left by the drop of blood just rubbed on the ground, there were no scars on the backs of both hands, but they were so thin that even the small dents on the phalanx were extremely clear.

Zhuang Hui's voice became serious, and he repeated: "Palm."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao subconsciously withdrew his hands, and then bit the bullet and kept the posture just now under Zhuang Hui's stern expression.

He opened his mouth and said in a low voice: "Mr. Zhuang, it's just... the palm of my hand was cut a little..."

Zhuang Hui looked at Sang Qiao's hands curled into fists: "Turn over and let me see."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Just take a look.

Sang Qiao curled his lips and spread his palms.

The tempered film on the mobile phone is relatively thin, and the incision is also narrow, and it is carefully cut along the lines of the palm of the hand.

Some of the cuts that were cut early have gradually stopped bleeding, and some of the cuts that were cut later are still bleeding.

Beads of blood also trickled down the palm of his hand little by little.

When it reached the edge of the palm and was about to drip, Sang Qiao quickly wiped it on the pajamas he was wearing.

The pajamas were dark blue golden velvet, and the scarlet blood disappeared without a trace.

then.

Zhuang Hui saw that the person in front of him raised a smiling face towards him, and said a little embarrassedly: "Don't look, Mr. Zhuang, in case I scare you later."

Zhuang Hui paused for a few seconds: "Accidentally cut?"

Sang Qiao was still thinking about how to avoid people, so he nodded sincerely: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Zhuang Hui reached out and grabbed Sang Qiao's wrist: "Accidentally cut both hands like this, and they were covered with blood. Sang Qiao, are you coaxing yourself or me?"

Sang Qiao casually said half-heartedly: "Then I must coax you!"

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao, who was still thinking about other things, came back to his senses, subconsciously glanced at Zhuang Hui's face, and immediately swallowed his words back: "No, Mr. Zhuang, how can I coax you? That must Can't, can't you, or you..."

Zhuang Hui let go of Sang Qiao, took out his mobile phone and said a few words to his manager on WeChat, and then said to Sang Qiao, "Change your clothes, I'll take you to the hospital."

Sang Qiao shook his head for a second, "I'm not going to the hospital!"

Zhuang Hui didn't compromise at all: "You made it like this, you have to go to the hospital for the doctor to disinfect and bandage you."

Sang Qiao took a step back with her hands behind her back: "I don't need to bandage, the scabs will be scabbed tomorrow, and the palms of my hands can't be seen, so it won't affect Mr. Zhuang who is shooting."

Zhuang Hui frowned.

It seems to have captured the key point from the words just now: "Sang Qiao, you just don't think it will affect the shooting? Do you think that as long as the camera can't shoot it, it doesn't exist?"

Sang Qiao glanced at Zhuang Hui with some doubts: "But Mr. Zhuang, if it doesn't affect the shooting, why do you need to go to the hospital for bandages?"

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Probably because he clenched his fists and exposed the backs of his hands just now, causing a little sweat to break out in his palms, and the stings made the wound a little uncomfortable.

Sang Qiao wiped his palms on his pajamas again, before continuing with reason: "It's okay, Mr. Zhuang, the scars will form after one night's sleep, and it will be fine to catch the holiday next week."

The lights in the stairs were on.

Zhuang Hui could still vaguely see the bloody gash in Sang Qiao's palm.

The blood was bloody red, which made Zhuang Hui feel more and more uncomfortable.

He paused, but still asked, "Sang Qiao, don't you feel pain?"

Sang Qiao seemed to be taken aback by the question. He looked down at the palm of his hand, shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt. The wound is so small, why does it hurt?"

Zhuang Hui was silent for a moment: "You didn't go to the hospital because you were afraid that Fu Xingzhou would find out?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao became vigilant for a moment: "I don't understand what you mean."

Zhuang Hui didn't seem to mind Sang Qiao's reaction: "Raven is Fu Xingzhou's assistant, right? He came to see me five days ago, and he converted all the gifts I gave you during your live broadcast to my house in cash."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Zhuang Hui's gaze stayed on Sang Qiao for a moment, and he said calmly: "Sorry... the old man at home is very familiar with Fu Xingzhou's grandfather, so I found out about you and Fu Xingzhou a few days ago. If you are worried about being investigated by Fu Xingzhou Yes, I can take you to a doctor I know. You'd better bandage your hands."

Sang Qiao still shook his head.

He raised his head and smiled at Zhuang Hui: "Thank you, Teacher Zhuang, for your kindness, but it has nothing to do with Fu Xingzhou if I don't go to the hospital."

Sang Qiao paused for a few seconds: "Mr. Zhuang, Fu Xingzhou and I are on good terms. He is a very good person. Don't think about him."

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Although Zhuang Hui has practiced dancing since he was a child, he has not taken over the family's theater troupe and has no business involvement, but he has heard others' comments on Fu Xingzhou more than once.

Young talents, business nobles are often followed by insidious and cunning, unscrupulous.

But at the moment, Sang Qiao's expression is extremely serious.

It seems that in his eyes, Fu Xingzhou is the white moonlight that is whiter than the white lotus.

finally.

Zhuang Hui could only sigh: "I know."

Only then did Sang Qiao nod in reassurance, packed his broken mobile phone that was about to retire and a few broken pieces of tempered film, and waved to Zhuang Hui with a smile: "Mr. Zhuang, then I'll go wash my hands. go to bed."

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Seeing Sangqiao bypassing him, he walked up a few more steps.

Zhuang Hui still couldn't hold back and said, "Sang Qiao, wait a minute."

Sang Qiao turned around.

Zhuang Hui stepped up the steps and walked to Sang Qiao: "I won't go to the hospital anymore. I have alcohol and gauze in my room. Come back with me."

Sang Qiao was a little surprised, her round eyes widened a little.

Zhuang Hui had never invited others into his room at such a late hour, but he had already said his words, so naturally he couldn't go back on his word.

He walked up the stairs first.

After walking a few steps, he found that Sang Qiao hadn't followed.

Zhuang Hui stopped in his tracks: "Sangqiao?"

Sang Qiao was still standing where he was just now. Hearing this, he glanced at Zhuang Hui.

It seemed to hesitate for a moment, a little troubled, but also seemed to accept the reality.

Sang Qiao walked up to Zhuang Hui step by step slowly, and said softly, "Mr. Zhuang, do you still keep that medicine bottle from before? Can you return it to me?"