Qiao Wei's eyes flashed with panic, and she hurriedly pulled her hand back, "It's nothing..."
Luo Jun tightened his fingers, "Don't move, let me take a look."
Not daring to move anymore, Qiao Wei raised her face and looked at Luo Jun quietly.
Luo Jun across the table frowned slightly and looked at the injury on the back of her hand very intently.
Even though he was frowning, her heart was still beating fast. Feeling him holding her finger, Qiao Wei's heart beat a little faster unconsciously.
This was the first time that he took the initiative to hold her hand, even though it was just two fingers on her palm.
"How did you get injured?" Luo Jun asked, looking at her injury.
He was so nervous about her injury?
Joy arose in Qiao Wei's heart, and the expression on her face relaxed, "It was... I accidentally scratched it during filming."
Scratched?
Luo Jun gently turned her wrist and looked at the diagonal scars on the back of her hand.
How come such scars don't look like bruises or scratches? If they are scratches, they are usually relatively thin scars. However, her scars are flaky. There are four in total, the two in the middle are deep and obvious, and the one on the left is
One is shallower, and the one on the right is the shallowest. The four scars are evenly distributed and look like scratches.
Letting go of her palm, Luo Jun raised his face and asked, "What's the scratch?"
Qiao Wei met his eyes and looked away, "Maybe it's a branch, I can't remember."
Branches?
They were filming in the desert, and he didn't remember that there were trees in the location they chose.
The waiter brought the appetizers and placed them in front of the two of them.
Qiao Wei unfolded the napkin and showed him an elegant smile, "Great appetizer, looks appetizing."
Picking up the tableware and looking at the beautiful appetizers on the plate, Luo Jun didn't have much appetite, and his eyes glanced at the watch on his wrist.
It's already twelve o'clock. Chu Xiaochen doesn't know if she has eaten yet, and Lele doesn't know how she is doing.
It is very rude to use a mobile phone at the dinner table, but Luo Jun is really not interested in eating with Qiao Wei.
Luo Jun took out his cell phone from his pocket, "You don't mind, do you?"
Qiao Wei smiled generously and tried her best to show her thoughtfulness, "How come? I know you are busy, so there is no need to be so polite between us..."
Entering the text message box, Luo Jun quickly sent a text message to Chu Xiaochen before continuing to eat.
After a while, the text message was replied.
"I have already eaten, and Lele also ate some soup made by grandma, and just fell asleep ten minutes ago."
"Let the bodyguard keep an eye on her, and you go get some sleep."
Replying to her text message, Luo Jun took a spoonful of fish roe to his mouth, swallowed it slowly, and his eyes fell on Qiao Wei opposite.
In my mind, I recalled what happened that night during the sandstorm.
He has always had a good memory, and he can still clearly remember that Qiao Wei was the last one to get on the bus that night. She was dressed neatly at that time and did not look like she was woken up in a panic.
Qiao Wei had time and motive... The injuries on her hands also looked like scratches. All signs indicated that this woman was most likely the one who pushed Chu Xiaochen down the sand dune that night.
The phone vibrated slightly, and Chu Xiaochen's second text message came back.
"If you have eaten, just take a good rest. I have grandma and bodyguards here, so you don't have to worry."
Looking at the writing on the screen, what flashed through Luo Jun's eyes was that night, when her forehead was bleeding and buried in the sand.
