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Chapter 110
"Hey, don't cry, don't cry, okay?
There was a trace of panic on Jing Rui's sharp-edged face, and he quickly looked around, but luckily no one saw him. Otherwise, he might have thought he was the scum of something bad. Men.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."
Qiao Qing didn't care about her own image, she cried a little more loudly.
She only had one thought now, that was the pinch by the door just now, it really hurt so painful , She endured it, but
still couldn't help but want to cry. Jing Rui felt his temples twitching, and he didn't know what to do, but seeing Qiao Qing crying so sadly, he felt a rare sense of debt in his heart. Knelt
down, comforted patiently and gently: "Don't cry, don't cry, I'll help you see. "
This is obviously still a child who hasn't grown up.
He has never cried like this since he was a child.
Qiao Qing held back her crying, stretched out her hand to touch the tears, her eyes were red and swollen and she looked at Jing Rui, with a little bit of sparkle in the bottom of her eyes. Tears.
There were wet tears on her fair little face, and she twitched and said, "Look, it hurts so much. "
Qingyue's voice has a thick nasal sound.
Jing Rui glanced at it, and saw that the slender fingers that were originally like onion segments were white and clean, but the red marks became a bit conspicuous, and even a trace of blood oozes from the index finger. See It's really unbearable, there is a kind of sympathetic pain.
Obviously I have suffered injuries that are many times heavier than this, and I don't take it seriously, but looking at such a small wound, I always feel that it is very serious.
His throat is a little hoarse , "Come in, I'll help you bandage it up. "
Qiao Qing followed Jing Rui into the room.
Jing Rui went to find the medicine box and asked Qiao Qing to sit on the sofa.
She sniffed and glanced around the surrounding environment, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
They live in the same community, the same building, and the opposite door on the same floor, but the decoration and space of the two sides are also too different.
There are hundreds of square meters on her side.
The furniture in the living room, the color TV and the like are not at the same level at all, and also, judging from the door, it is also known that they are not at the same level.
Looking back, she lowered her head and sat on the sofa.
After a while, Jing Rui came over with the medicine box, his expression had returned to his previous indifference, his eyes were cold but with a hint of warmth.
"Stretch out your hand, I'll help you treat the wound."
Originally, he wanted to call the family doctor, but he just thought that if the other party penetrated into something like Mother Jing, he would not be able to explain anything clearly.
After thinking for a long time, I just started by myself.
Fortunately, there is a medicine cabinet at home.
Qiao Qing sat on the sofa obediently like a delicate doll, and quickly stretched out her hand when she heard Jing Rui's words.
Jing Rui put the potion on the table, took out a new pack of cotton swabs, took one out from inside, opened the bottle cap, and it was contaminated with the potion.
Only then did he turn his eyes to look at Qiao Qing's hand. It was originally just a red mark, but now it has slowly become red and swollen.
There was a slight ripple in his eyes, his brows were slightly frowned, and his lips were tightly pursed.
He reprimanded loudly: "Next time, let's see if you dare to do this. I didn't use too much force at the time. If I use more force, your hand will be more than that." Stretched out a hand with distinct
knuckles Holding Qiao Qing's smooth and delicate wrist, the warm touch was transmitted from the skin to the palm of the hand, but his attention was on Qiao Qing's fingers.
With the other hand holding a cotton swab to apply medicine to Qiao Qing's hand, Qiao Qing couldn't help but wince.
Looking at Jing Rui with pitiful eyes, he said in a low voice, "It hurts."
Jing Rui looked up, and saw Qiao Qing wrinkled her face, her pink lips were biting tightly, and the originally rosy lips became more and more charming.
He said unhappily, "Do you know it hurts? Why didn't you know it hurt when you stretched out your hand?"
Qiao Qing was very aggrieved, and she couldn't help retorting in a low voice: "Obviously you want to close the door, so I can't help it."
Jing Rui glanced at Qiao Qing, "You can't knock on the door again after I close the door?" He
helped to deal with the wound, but he always felt that it was not possible, and he was not a professional, so he still felt a little uneasy in his heart.
He tentatively asked, "How do you feel now?"
"It's refreshing, and it doesn't hurt as much as before."
Qiao Qing told the truth that she no longer had the energy she had in the afternoon, and her face was a little listless.
Politely said: "Thank you."
"It should be, after all your hand injury is my responsibility."
Qiao Qing glanced at Jing Rui in surprise after hearing this.
Jing Rui glanced at Qiao Qing, took her expression into his eyes, and said lightly: "What's your reaction? I'm not like you, I don't know what's going on." Qiao Qing looked away and didn't want to talk anymore
. After howling for a while, I felt my throat couldn't take it anymore, and now I have no idea of reasoning with Jing Rui.
Jing Rui tidied up the medicine box, put the things away, took out his mobile phone and called the doctor, asking him to come over.
If he had hurt himself, maybe he would have dealt with it this way, but it was Qiao Qing, looking at the white and tender fingers of the other party, so clean and beautiful, he was afraid that he would leave some mark on her.
Seeing that Qiao Qing didn't speak for a long time, he was suddenly a little surprised, and turned his eyes lightly, "Why didn't you talk? It seems that what I said made sense?" Qiao Qing gave him a slight look, and said briefly: "My throat hurts
. .”
Jing Rui recalled how Qiao Qing cried aggrievedly before, the red eyes were really the same as the rabbits he had raised before, he chuckled a little unkindly, rummaged through the medicine box with his big hands, took The throat lozenges were handed over to Qiao Qing.
"Hold it in your mouth."
He sat down on the sofa beside him, his posture was lazy, his eyes were slightly closed, and his expression was calm.
"Can I talk now? What did you want from me just now?"
Qiao Qing felt a little embarrassed thinking about it, and she explained in a low voice.
"Is there any seasoning for cooking oil at home? Originally, I went downstairs to buy seasoning. You know what happened later, but then I forgot to buy seasoning." She secretly glanced at the
other party's expression, seeing He didn't mean to laugh at her, and continued: "Then I want to borrow it from you."
Jing Rui added: "So you want to ask me to pick up the spices under the pretext of inviting me to dinner."
He looked at Qiao Qing squarely, "Just say what you have to say, you don't need to beat around the bush."
Qiao Qing muttered, "If you say it straight, who knows if you will borrow it."
Jing Rui snapped his fingers with sharp bones, and raised the corner of his lips, saying: "You And I'm right, I won't borrow what I say."
"Stingy."
Qiao Qing didn't expect Jing Rui to be such a person.
She stood up, thinking that she was fine now, "I'll go back first."
Jing Rui stood up and blocked her way, her tall figure seemed to be a wall, completely blocking the intersection between the sofas of.
He looked down at Qiao Qing, "Wait for the doctor to come, or you will have some scars later, and you have to rely on me." His
voice was softer than before, and his words were still as annoying as ever.
Qiao Qing was furious, and she couldn't help but stamp her feet, "I thought I was prejudiced against you before, but it turns out that prejudice is all because of my overthinking."
"It's best if you think so."
Jing Rui didn't care about Qiao Qing's words at all, took the goblet from the table, went to the balcony and poured himself a glass of red wine.
After walking over, he asked, "What do you want to drink?"
Without waiting for Qiao Qing's answer, he took a cup from the table, and then took a cup of hot water and put it in front of Qiao Qing.
"You're hurt now, you'd better drink hot water." It
was obviously a heart-warming move, but it was like giving to him.
Qiao Qing glanced at her hands, but still accepted Jing Rui's kindness.
After receiving the water, he asked softly, "When will the doctor come?"
He rubbed his stomach with his uninjured hand.
After tossing and tossing for so long, she was already hungry, and she ate a bucket of instant noodles at noon. The things she has experienced from the evening until now cannot be supported by the energy of a meal of instant noodles at all.
Jing Rui saw Qiao Qing's movements, looked at her hands again, and asked proactively, "Are you hungry?"
Qiao Qing nodded impatiently, the one who was injured was her right hand, and it was a bit inconvenient to eat, let alone herself. It's time to cook.
Jing Rui stood up resignedly, as if his life would no longer be as peaceful as before when he met this woman.
"I'll make it for you. What do you want to eat?"
Qiao Qing insisted: "I want to eat fish fillets with pickled cabbage, spicy tofu, shredded potatoes, corn rib soup" and
said a series of dish names in a blunt manner.
Jing Rui's footsteps stopped, he turned to look at Qiao Qing, and said in a low voice, "Eat pickled cabbage-flavored instant noodles, spicy-flavored instant noodles."
Qiao Qing's head drooped all of a sudden, as if she didn't want to talk much.
In the end, unable to bear the pitiful look in Qiao Qing's eyes, Jing Rui gave up on doing it himself, ordered takeaway with his mobile phone, and ordered everything Qiao Qing wanted to eat.
"Let's talk about it first, and I'll clean it up when I'm done eating."
Qiao Qing responded happily, and said with a cheerful smile, "Okay."
Her eyes were shining brightly, like twinkling stars, very pretty.
Doctor Liu rushed over here after receiving Jing Rui's call. He has always been Jing Rui's family doctor.
Dr. Liu is not only a doctor, he is also a psychiatrist.
Because Jingrui needed a doctor all the time, Dr. Liu lived in the community of Yuanhuayuan, so within five minutes after answering the call, he arrived at Jingrui's home.
Jing Rui's phone call was a bit inexplicable, and he hung up after learning the phrase "Come home for a while". Doctor Liu thought it was Jing Rui's physical condition.
Come quickly.
Dr. Liu knew the password of Jingrui's house, so he entered without knocking.
This door can be unlocked with fingerprints or passwords, but it costs a lot of money.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Jing Rui having a good conversation with a girl.
Can't help but have some doubts.
"A Rui, what's wrong with you?"
Dr. Liu was most concerned about Jing Rui's physical condition.
When Jing Rui saw Dr. Liu, it was like seeing a family member. His face softened visibly with the naked eye. He slowly said, "I'm fine. It's the person in front of me who has something." Dr. Liu then turned his attention to Qiao Qing
. On her body, Qiao Qing was well-dressed, but she was very small. Looking at her petite and petite, she looked like a high school student.
He asked politely: "Is there something wrong with this lady?"
Qiao Qing stretched out her hand, the slender fingers were covered with medicine, but the original wound could not be seen.
"How did this happen?"
Dr. Liu observed carefully, "Fortunately, the injury wasn't serious."
Qiao Qing couldn't help complaining, "It's not that the guy in front of me is too hard."
Doctor Liu couldn't help but gave the two of them a strange look.
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