After the Divorce, the Boss Dressed As My Dog

Chapter 55

He picked up a large piece of fresh and tender fish with chopsticks and put it in a small bowl, then carefully removed the thorns from the fish, and then poured a little thick fish juice, the fresh white fish was shiny under the light , fresh and attractive.

"The fish has no thorns, eat it." Jiang Yan put the small bowl by Mu Yao's hand.

When she was sleeping just now, Mu Yao took off her coat, and now she is wearing an off-white, fluffy loose sweater.

Worried about getting her sleeves dirty, Mu Yao slightly rolled up her sleeves on both sides, exposing her wrists to be white and translucent, a small section, slender and beautiful.

Jiang Yan stared at the girl's wrist with his dark eyes, then slowly looked away.

"Thank you, you don't have to take care of me." The boy's hand holding the bowl was covered with scratches and red marks. Mu Yao thought of Chen Qinghui's words, and her hand holding the small spoon tightened slightly.

After sitting down, Jiang Yan was busy serving her soup, picking out fishbone, and picking up vegetables, but he didn't touch a bite of the food in his own bowl.

"Um."

Jiang Yan responded casually, and in the next second, he continued to pick up dishes for Mu Yao. As long as she looked at a dish more, Jiang Yan would put it in Mu Yao's bowl in the next second.

When Mu Yao was almost done eating, Jiang Yan began to eat.

Because he was thrown to training by Mr. Jiang all the year round, Jiang Yan ate very fast, but his food was not ugly, and his dining etiquette was also very good.

After eating, Mu Yao reminded Jiang Yan to apply medicine to the wound on his hand.

Jiang Yan's thin lips curled up slightly, his eyes were dark and moist, he looked at Mu Yao and said, "I can't apply medicine with one hand, can you help me?"

Jiang Yan once gave her medicine, and Mu Yao is not a person who doesn't know what to do, so she didn't refuse.

After asking the hotel to get some medicine, Mu Yao and Jiang Yan sat on chairs with a small coffee table in between. Jiang Yan felt that it was in the way, so he pulled the chair directly in front of Mu Yao, and the two looked at each other.

Mu Yao lowered her eyes. She took out a cotton swab and dipped it in some disinfectant, "Hands."

In the next second, the boy's big hand was in front of her.

Mu Yao stretched out her hand, held his hand, and carefully applied the disinfectant to the back of his hand.

Now checking Jiang Yan's hand, she found that Jiang Yan not only had injuries on the back of his hand, but even the part where the palm and wrist met was scratched. I remember Chen Qinghui said that because of the heavy rain, Jiang Yan slipped off the rocks, obviously these injuries were caused at that time.

"Does it hurt?" Mu Yao lightened the pressure, the disinfectant was a little stinging, Jiang Yan has so many wounds, it will hurt.

"En." Jiang Yan responded, looking at the girl with burning eyes.

Mu Yao's eyes were lowered, her appearance of concentrating on helping him apply the medicine was very pretty, and he liked her appearance of being gentle to him.

Under the palm, the girl's hand was soft. Compared with his palm full of scars and protruding phalanges, that small hand was weak and boneless, as white as jade, very beautiful.

Hearing Jiang Yan said it hurts, Mu Yao lowered her head and blew lightly on the wound where he had been medicated, as if coaxing ginger, "It's over, it doesn't hurt anymore."