The room was horribly stuffy in the summer, especially in a dilapidated house like Qian Qianqian's that didn't even have air conditioning.
I walked to the window and opened it. The night breeze brought a hint of coolness, adding a touch of coolness to the originally stuffy room.
Returning to Shi Jing's side again, his eyes glanced at the finger bones on his hand that were no longer bleeding but still somewhat bruised, and he frowned slightly.
Squatting down next to him, she looked at his sleeping face and lowered her voice to scold: "You shouldn't be joking about your hands like you when you are handsome. Boss, your hands are golden hands, worth tens of billions."
Well, how can we make money if it’s ruined?”
After a few scoldings, she stood up and walked to the cabinet, took out the small medicine box she usually kept in it, returned to Shi Jing and squatted down.
This medicine box was originally prepared for herself. Working in a kindergarten and taking care of those little ancestors who are more difficult to serve than the emperor, it is inevitable that she will encounter some bumps and bruises.
However, before she could use it herself, this great ancestor used it first.
Looking at the bruised palm, she shook her head helplessly, took out the medicine from the medicine box, and carefully applied the medicine little by little along his knuckles.
Then, she took out a white gauze and wrapped it around his finger, wrapping it around and around. After everything was over, she stood up from his side.
After glancing at him worriedly, she returned to the kitchen, took out the dishes Qian Shen had prepared for her from the refrigerator, and began to work in the kitchen.
Shi Jing didn't know how long he slept, but he felt that he had never slept more peacefully and relaxedly.
When he woke up again, his eyes just met the dark night sky outside the house.
His eyes froze, and he raised his hand subconsciously. The palm of his right hand had been bandaged before he knew it.
And it can be seen that the person who bandaged it was very careful, so careful that he didn't notice it at all.
Looking at his palms wrapped in white gauze, a sweet smile appeared in his eyes.
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The sound of cooking came from the kitchen, and his eyes subconsciously glanced over. He saw Qian Qianqian's petite figure busy back and forth in the kitchen. This scene made him a little moved.
With a smile on his lips, he stood up from the sofa and walked towards the kitchen. He leaned his slender body against the kitchen door. He didn't make a sound, he just wanted to look at her quietly.
Such a picture was a rare sight for him.
Looking at her white little hands, holding a shovel and skillfully stirring the pot, the aroma of the food came from the tip of her nose.
He was already accustomed to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, but because of these ordinary side dishes, he gained an extra appetite.
Looking at her hands, a hint of tenderness flashed in Shi Jing's eyes.
In addition to playing the piano, these hands can also cook, which is really good.
He praised her sincerely in his heart, his eyes always lingering on her busy figure and he couldn't bear to look away.
It wasn't until Qian Qianqian finished cooking the dishes in front of her and turned around to see him leaning against the door looking at her that he calmed down and his face became unnatural.
"You...you're awake."
Inexplicably, when he turned around and met Shi Jing's tender eyes, Qian Qianqian's heartbeat skipped another beat.