One sentence, I don’t know which chord in Feng Liye’s heart was touched.
His face darkened and he stood up immediately.
Qingge frowned, and suddenly she seemed to understand: "You don't have a single friend in your life, right?"
But she didn't let him get up. Instead, she pushed him back hard.
"Let go." He didn't want to use force on her for fear of hurting her.
But she just wouldn't let go: "You really have no friends?"
"Damn woman!" He knew that there were many so-called friends around her. What kind of friends were they? He didn't know what it would be like to have them.
But he refused this topic.
"Okay, didn't I just hit your sore spot? Is it necessary to get angry?"
"I don't need so-called friends, and you don't have the chance to poke my pain!"
He is always alone. What difference does it make to him whether he has friends or not?
"Look at how arrogant you are..." She wanted to laugh a little, laughing at how he looked like an immature child when he became anxious and upset.
However, if you laugh at him now, this guy will really become angry and leave decisively.
The kind that ten horses can't pull back.
Tonight, I felt some pity for this man for no reason.
Therefore, her patience is much better than usual.
"Treat the wound first."
"It's just a little skin injury." He didn't care at all.
But Qingge's towel had already fallen on his forehead, and he pressed it gently and not hard.
Feng Liye's eyes changed slightly, and the calmness on his face almost cracked.
There was no bleeding, not even a flesh wound! But it damn hurt.
"Stop moving. I'll clean it for you and rub some medicinal wine on it. You'll be fine when you get up tomorrow."
Feng Liye hesitated for a moment, but finally took her hand back.
Qingge's method of applying the medicine to him was not gentle, because it was a little painful at first because he had to rub the medicinal wine.
However, after rubbing the medicinal wine on, the pain disappeared quickly.
The hotness gradually turned into coolness, and finally it was so cool that it was indescribably comfortable.
The most comfortable thing was that her hands were soft and pressed against his forehead, giving him a feeling of being cared for.
"I will take care of your car..."
"No need." Qingge interrupted him before he could promise: "I don't want it anymore. I'll ask Mubai to make me a standard car in the future. This one is just a toy."
"I can do it too!" Feng Liye was very unhappy. Could it be that only things made by Mu Bai could satisfy her?
This damn woman is by his side, but all she thinks about are those wild men.
"What you make is really not as good as others."
Who is Mu Bai? He has focused on his craftsmanship for more than 20 years, and his craftsmanship is truly beyond repair.
His prince may be good at everything, but when it comes to hand-made design, he is absolutely inferior to Mu Bai.
It’s not his turn to refute!
Feng Liye really wanted to refute, but no matter how conceited he was, he still couldn't completely see the facts.
The things designed by Mu Bai are good, he has seen it before.
It's just that I don't want to admit it.
His face was a little gloomy, he was sullen and stopped talking.
He was about to wait for her to leave after giving him the medicine. He didn't want to stay and be disliked by her, but he didn't want to. As soon as Qingge took her hand away from his forehead, her soft voice suddenly came out: "Master, do you want to drink?"
"Drinking?" It's late at night. What kind of wine should I drink?
Qingge smiled and said, "I'm in a bad mood and want to find someone to drink with me? If you don't want to, forget it."
