Ji Huo took the ointment and just squeezed out some, Qingzhi stretched out her hand, "I'll do it myself!"

The man patted it on the left hand she came to grab, and lifted his eyelids. The look was not how gentle, and he had a hint of anger.

Lighty was stunned, retracted his left hand, then lifted the injured right hand, and "snoring" softly.

She didn't mind what was going on in public?

But there were a few gazes that were particularly hot, which made her doubts only increase and not decrease.

The cool ointment was carefully applied to the back of the hand little by little, and there was a little pain in the coolness. Qingzhi instinctively moved the back of her hand and dodged.

The man also paused with a slender finger with a cotton swab.

"If you can't bear it, we'll go to the hospital!"

Qingzhi originally wanted to say that there was nothing she could not bear. Although the pain of the scald was unbearable and the pain lasted for a long time, she had been enduring it for an hour or two and there was nothing she could not bear.

But when facing Ji Huo's frown eyebrows and tense lips, inexplicably aggrieved arise.

The back of the hand seemed to hurt even more.

Depend on!

How come it doesn't hurt? It's almost hurting!

She feels inexplicably becoming extremely arrogant, isn't it just concerned, why is it even more uncomfortable?

Take a deep breath, lightly hold back the red eyes, break out the hand -painted hand, and stabilize the gauze with a stable breath.

As a result, she was naturally unable to do it with one hand, so she was taken over by Professor Ji and gently entangled her.

The interaction between young couples certainly attracted the attention of many people.

Hofe was relieved after being surprised, and then felt surprised after being relieved. Such a Ting was something she had never seen before!

Lu Wanwan's nails were embedded in his palms. Because his expression was so wrong, Huang Lanxin rescued his palms from his nails and asked in a low voice, "Wanwan, your face is so bad!"

I don’t know who Lu Qingzhi’s fiancé is, but Wanwan can’t hold back his jealousy when facing Lu Qingzhi.

Lu Wanwan woke up from her dream and hurriedly lowered her head and stopped looking. After watching, she could hardly control herself from tearing Lu Qingzhi's hypocritical face.

This bitch Lu Qingzhi was just a bitch who was burned by the back of his hand. Speaking of which, the injury she suffered was only severe, with a scratched knee and a swollen cheek now, but is she pretending to be pitiful?

Just a little scald, even pretending to be pitiful in front of Huo Ye!

Qingzhi calmed down those inexplicable emotions, raised her arms, and looked at the extremely ugly gauze that was bandaged on her hands.

The doctor was very skilled before and wrapped her with a few thin layers. Now she is almost wrapped in a bear's paw...

Is he serious?

Qingzhi glanced at Professor Ji University and found that his eyebrows were not so tight. Oh, he seemed to appreciate his bandage level...

"Actually, it's very simple. Isn't there a ointment applied to the Fantasy Night? Smell it on everyone's hands and see who has the smell of borneol on their hands!"

Qingzhi took a step forward, "My ladies all put out their hands, I'll smell it!"

Lu Wanwan's eyes flashed slightly, "Sister, let me smell it!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mr. Huo glanced over, with unignorable pressure. She almost couldn't help but sweat, and immediately shut up and didn't dare to volunteer anymore.

Why did Mr. Huo look at her with such eyes?
Chapter completed!