Meng Beichen frowned. When he saw her crying, he knew that she would still blame him if she saw his face with her own eyes.
He took a bottle of ointment and sat beside the bed, reaching out to touch her. She avoided it and cried silently.
"Xing'er, be good and let me give you some medicine. You'll be fine tomorrow."[
"Meng Beichen, I'm not happy. I just lied to you once and went to Luoyi's birthday party, and you hit me." She was obviously not a petty person, but she just felt aggrieved.
"I said it was my fault." He said again patiently.
Han Yixing was silent and just apologized, right? But when he apologized, she had nothing to say.
"I promise it won't happen again."
"You said it yourself, if it happens again, I will definitely ignore you."
He gave her a step and she climbed down, letting him apply some medicine on her. It was refreshing and cooling, just like the medicine he used to rub her arm last time.
"Are you hungry? Let me feed you something."
He brought a bowl of porridge over, and she immediately shook her head, "I eat it myself. I'm not a patient."
She was also very hungry, so when the dining cart was pushed in front of her, she ate without caring about her appearance. She just moved the corner of her mouth, but it hurt a little.
Unable to help but glare at him, the cell phone in his pocket also rang. When he saw it was Fei Xiluo's call, he answered it immediately and his face became darker and darker.
"Xing'er, I want to go out. You stay at home and don't go anywhere."
"Okay," he nodded subconsciously and quickly grabbed him, "Do you think I'm ugly?"
He laughed, his first smile since last night, "Don't think too much, just go and deal with some things, and your face will be fine soon."
He turned around and took a big bear from the small couch beside her and put it next to her. "If you're bored, just read a book. I'll leave first."
Han Yixing nodded, still thinking he was a little strange.
And when he didn't come back that night, she became even more uneasy. When she called him, his tone was still gentle and patient, "I'm working overtime, you just go to sleep."
Han Yixing was dissatisfied with the perfunctory tone, but he had already hung up the phone and turned off the phone.