God-level fast wear: Boss, love to the bone!

Chapter 25 Blackening the ex, not to be messed with 25
Fu Jinheng didn't take off his clothes because of Song Shuangjiang's words.

He sat stiffly on the bed, staring at her motionless.

"What? Do you want to help you take it off?" Song Shuangjiang raised his eyebrows?

"I'll just go home and deal with it myself." Fu Jinheng resisted.

"Do you have three hands? Or four eyes, can you treat the wound on your shoulder?" Song Shuangjiang carried the medicine box over and opened it.

"..."

Seeing that he was silent, Song Shuangjiang lowered his eyes and picked up the scissors: "Don't worry, I won't have any unreasonable thoughts about you."

Fu Jinheng was stunned and surprised on his calm face.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Song Shuangjiang stood up, grabbed the hem of his shirt with one hand, and "clicked" a few times with the scissors from top to bottom with the other hand, then cut it open, and then tore his shirt open.

Show off your dramatic eight-pack abs.

Afraid that he would be suspicious, Song Shuangjiang didn't stay on his abdominal muscles for long, turned around and took out alcohol and cotton swabs from the medicine box.

The eye-catching scratches on his shoulders were still permeated with red blood, and the surroundings were black. In some places, there were long and thin scabs. It looked creepy, and the wound was not serious.

"It's better for me to do it myself." Fu Jinheng still refused. He reached out and took the alcohol and cotton swab from her hand, looked down at the cut shirt, and frowned slightly.

After living for so many years, Song Shuangjiang has met many men, but it is rare to see a man like Fu Jinheng who wants to lure you into sinking, but refuses to give up his sincerity, fearing that people have other plans.

Song Shuangjiang lowered her eyes, staring at Fu Jinheng, whose thin lips were drawn into a straight line, with strong resistance. She nodded immediately and walked towards the kitchen.

She walked a few steps before stopping, her voice seemed worried, but her voice was low and faint: "If you can't reach it, just call me to help you, I won't have any wrong thoughts about you."

Fu Jinheng looked at her back as she entered the kitchen, his eyes darkened a bit.

He looked down at the cold alcohol bottle held by him, and twitched the corners of his lips.

Song Shuangjiang only worried about him.

There is no love between men and women.

He couldn't vent his anger on Song Shuangjiang, he could only blame himself for being too rude.

Even if he knew, he was very resistant to the approach of strangers.

Even if he suppressed the discomfort just now and asked Song Shuangjiang to give him medicine.

Fu Jinheng couldn't guarantee that, he still had the heart to get close to Song Shuangjiang again.

……

Song Shuang got two glasses of orange juice and came out of the kitchen. She saw Fu Jinheng sitting motionless on the bed, thinking about something.

She stepped forward, and a soft voice sounded: "Can't you reach it?"

Knowing that Song Shuangjiang gave him a step down, Fu Jinheng nodded accordingly.

"I've never treated other people's wounds. If you feel pain, just tell me." Song Shuangjiang put the orange juice on the table next to him, took the alcohol and cotton swabs that had been warmed by him, She began to help him wipe the wound.

As Song Shuangjiang's "first attempt", he started with a little heavy hand.

However, Fu Jinheng looked as usual.

Fu Jinheng pursed his lips, looking at Song Shuangjiang's soft and serious face.

He shot a strong plunder from the bottom of his eyes...

Song Shuangjiang choked for breath, she understood what he was going to do next.

She lowered her head, her hair inadvertently flashing across his face.

The man's eyes froze.

He grabbed her waist and turned her face away.

Before she could react, Fu Jinheng kissed her lips...

(End of this chapter)