Sheng Mian's ankle healed quickly, but Fu Yancheng's palm was directly penetrated and would not heal at all within a few days.
Because the injury was on his right hand, the old bandage needed to be cut when changing the dressing. Fu Yancheng used scissors several times and only made a small cut.
When we were at the bar tonight, Fu Yancheng barely showed his hand, and even Wen Sihe didn't know he was injured.
Sheng Mian paused for a moment, then walked over and took the scissors from his hand.
Fu Yancheng was stunned, looked up at her for a moment, and then looked away.
Sheng Mian didn't look at him, just stared at the wound intently.
After cutting the bandage, she took off the old bandage circle by circle.
After the bandage was removed, the wound inside was exposed.
She had been stitched before and the wound healed well. She breathed a sigh of relief.
Apply the ointment carefully and wrap a new bandage on it.
After finishing all this, she raised her head and was about to speak when she heard a voice coming from the door.
"you......"
Sheng Mian frowned, turned around and saw Wen Sihe standing at the door.
Wen Sihe's face was full of horror, and he even took a step back to see if he had gone to the wrong room.
When Sheng Mian first came in, she didn't close the door because she thought she would be out soon.
At this moment she finally felt embarrassed and stood up quickly.
"Okay, Mr. Fu, I'll leave first."
Fu Yancheng said nothing, but Wen Sihe winked at him, as if he had discovered some terrible secret.
Sheng Mian knew that this person had misunderstood, but even if she didn't explain, Fu Yancheng would definitely explain it later.
So she just nodded politely to Wen Sihe, then took the thermos box and left.
As soon as the door closed, Wen Sihe quickly approached.
"Tsk, tsk, if I hadn't come here tonight, I wouldn't have encountered this scene. When you were being kissed in the box, you still pretended to be uncomfortable with it, and you would have fallen out of bed with them."
Wen Sihe is a screenwriter, and screenwriters have very bold ideas. He began to criticize Fu Yancheng.
"I said that this girl likes you, but you don't believe it. This lonely man and a widowed woman, and they came here to put a bandage on you? Could it be that your hand was injured because of her? Yancheng, you can do it. This is finally getting rid of you.
Is that Xiao family planning to find his second love?"
Fu Yancheng frowned, feeling that he talked too much.
"Noisy."
Wen Sihe chuckled, walked aside and sat down.
"So what do you think? Just let her get so close to you? I think she has a plan. Otherwise, why would she come to take your order? Is this a secret love for a long time?"
"I didn't know her before."
"But it doesn't prevent others from getting to know you. Maybe one glance at you at a party will make you remembered."
Wen Sihe's mouth was so talkative that for a moment, Fu Yancheng actually believed that what he said was the truth.
However, thinking that Sheng Mian was married, he did not continue and changed the subject.
"What are you doing here?"
Wen Sihe leaned back, his eyebrows were very delicate, and he put the document in his hand on the car.
"What else can you do? You left the papers behind."
After saying that, he stood up to leave. Then he thought of something and smiled again.
"You slept with this designer for one night. If she is really married, her husband will not come to trouble you? This is your first time to indulge in porn, so you must be quite powerful, right?"
"roll."
Seeing his appearance, Wen Sihe knew that he must have been violent that night. After all, Sheng Mian's husband didn't make a fuss?
So is she really married?
This was what Fu Yancheng was confused about, but everything that followed showed that Sheng Mian was indeed married, but her husband didn't care about her.
He didn't care about other people's marital status. He turned on the computer and was about to continue working overtime, but he heard a noise coming from the corridor.
