An Yuxi didn't care about her cold response. It seemed that in front of her, he always put down his indifferent mask involuntarily. "Why don't you go to the master bedroom next door? It's bigger and more comfortable.
"
"I can live in this room alone, and in a few days, my mother..." She suddenly stopped talking, and Yu Qingji stared at the handsome man who was applying medicine for her in confusion, feeling a wave of worry in her heart.
doubt.
How did he know that there was a master bedroom next door? And how did he know that he lived here? By the way, when he sent him back just now, didn't he just drive here without asking where it was?
A series of questions made Yu Qingji squint his eyes and look straight at An Yuxi. "How did you know that there is a master bedroom next door? How did you know that I live here?"
Pausing his hands, An Yuxi cursed himself with a wry smile for talking too much. "This house is given to you by the company. How could I, the president, not know where the house under my name is?" He lowered his head and deliberately ignored it.
Yu Qingji's first question was said calmly.
So that's it. In this way, it makes sense. But why does this explanation sound a little wrong? Forget it, it's not a big deal anyway, so why worry about it so much.
After thinking about it clearly, Yu Qingji stopped asking any more questions. But should she thank him? After all, he gave her this house to live in. She seemed to owe him a favor both emotionally and rationally!
Yu Qingji looked at An Yuxi's handsome and elegant profile. Because he lowered his head, a few strands of flowing hair hung slightly on his forehead. Under the light, there was a halo, which reflected his face.
He is more handsome, and a little less cold and alienated.
"Mr. An, thank you for lending me your house." After thinking for a long time, Yu Qingji decided to say thank you to him.
"The company always arranges accommodation for senior employees, you don't have to worry about it." An Yuxi remembered Han Shuwen's words, so he did not explain to Yu Qingji that only she enjoyed this privilege. Perhaps, in his private heart, he also hoped that she would
Can live here. As for the reason, I'm afraid even he himself has never thought about it.
Feeling the warmth from his palms, An Yuxi stopped his hand and carefully placed Yu Qingji's feet on the ground. Then he stood up. "It should be fine. If it still hurts tomorrow, remember to wipe it again."
You must rub it hard until you feel your palms are warm. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Yu Qingji stood up and found that her ankle really didn't hurt much. Seeing the traces of the medicine left on An Yuxi's palm, she hurriedly said: "Go and wash your hands first. The smell of medicine is also
It smells bad. Oh, the bathroom is behind that door."
An Yuxi nodded and walked towards the bathroom. He lived in this house himself, so he naturally knew the layout inside. What's more, many of the decorations inside were also made by himself.
Watching An Yuxi walk into the bathroom, Yu Qingji took out his mobile phone from his bag and looked at it. He found a missed call and several text messages. When he opened it, he found that they were all from Han Shuwen. They were probably calling.
No one answered, so I sent a text message instead.