Uncle, your squeamish bag is crying and needs to be posted

"please come in"

Aunt Wen came in with a cup of hot milk.

"Furry, drink some milk, drink milk to grow taller."

Yan Rongrong's mouth twitched.

"Aunt Wen, I'm already 19 years old, where can I grow taller?"

Aunt Wen didn't care about that, anyway, she said Yan Rongrong could still grow, and 23 was still running around.

She stood aside, watching Yan Rongrong collect the broken pieces of the phone.

"It's broken like this, why bother with it, let the young master take you to buy another one tomorrow, I'll keep your card for you, don't fight, it's a waste of your eyes."

Yan Rongrong smiled and said nothing.

The sound of the doorbell came from outside, and Aunt Wen hurriedly said.

"Maybe the young master is back, I'll open the door."

Aunt Wen came out in a hurry and found that it was really Si Boheng.

"Master, you came back early tonight."

Her gaze landed on the cake that Si Boheng was carrying, and she couldn't help laughing.

"Master, are you worried about Furry?"

Si Boheng stood at the entrance to change his shoes.

"How is she?"

Aunt Wen took the coat he took off and hung it up, whispering.

"I'm in a better mood, and I'm fighting with my mobile phone in the room."

When Si Boheng came in with the cake, he saw the girl sitting at the table, busy with her head down.

The long black hair was loose, and the long eyelashes were drawn into a beautiful arc by the light.

He unconsciously slowed down his steps.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Rongrong raised her head and looked at him.

"Mr. Si, are you back?"

Si Boheng put the cake on the table, and frowned slightly when he saw the broken cellphones on the table.

"Don't fight, the internal parts must be broken, and I will take you to buy a mobile phone tomorrow."

Yan Rongrong's eyes were a little embarrassed, and she felt as if she had been taking advantage of Mr. Si.

She lowered her head and continued to work on her mobile phone, but she was thinking in her heart that maybe she really should go out and find a job, so that she would have income.

Si Boheng looked at the cake in hand, coughed lightly, and just wanted to pretend to be casual and ask her if she wanted dessert.

But I heard Yan Rongrong's cry.

"what happened?"

He quickly grabbed Yan Rongrong's hand, and saw bright red blood dripping from his slender fingers.

"do not move!"

He quickly took a tissue from the table and carefully wiped away the blood.

Yan Rongrong took a breath of cold air in pain.

Si Boheng asked nervously.

"It hurts? Let me take it easy."

Yan Rongrong bit her lip and shook her head.

"doesn't hurt"

Si Boheng squatted in front of Yan Rongrong, gently rubbing her fingers with his fingers, Yan Rongrong subconsciously wanted to shrink back.

"Don't move, there seems to be a piece of debris stuck in it."

Yan Rongrong didn't dare to move anymore, but watched Si Boheng's white fingers stained with her blood, and the warmth between his fingers melted into her fingers little by little, Yan Rongrong suddenly didn't dare to look into Si Boheng's eyes.

Si Boheng gently placed a tissue on the wound, seeing Yan Rongrong looking out the window, his voice slowed down.

"Be patient, I'll go get the medicine box."

Seeing him go out, Yan Rongrong looked at her fingers again, as if his warmth still remained between her fingers, she took away the tissue, held her fingers in front of her eyes, and looked at them carefully for a while.

Sure enough, I saw a small piece of glass shard stuck in the meat.

She fumbled with her fingers, then pinched the fragment, and pulled it out forcefully. The blood that had stopped immediately flowed even more, dripping onto her skirt.

Si Boheng quickly ran in with the medicine box, and saw Yan Rongrong grabbed a tissue, wrapped her fingers, and smiled at him with her head up.

"Mr. Si, don't bother, I've already taken out the fragments."

Si Boheng's eyes sank, and he quickly looked at her fingers. Blood was already printed on the paper towel, and there was a small piece of blood-stained debris on the table.

Yan Rongrong smiled indifferently.

"It's okay, it's just a small wound, and it won't bleed in a while."

Si Boheng's eyes moved to the blood stains on her skirt, his eyes were a little complicated, this girl is so tolerant, what has she experienced?

He put down the medicine box, bent down to hug Yan Rongrong.

Yan Rongrong was startled and said in a low voice.

"Mr. Si, can you...can you stop hugging like this..."

Before she finished speaking, Si Boheng beat her up and hugged her. Si Boheng put her on the bed, pulled a chair and sat beside her, opened the medicine box to disinfect her fingers, and applied medicine.

Yan Rongrong looked at Si Boheng who was seriously treating her wound, feeling a little inexplicably sad, and then thought of those comments about Si Boheng on the Internet.

Indifferent and alienated, noble and indifferent, never pretending to talk to women.

Those people are so good at spreading rumors, Mr. Ming Mingsi is so gentle and kind, his future wife will definitely be very happy!

Si Boheng covered the wound with a band-aid, and urged.

"Don't touch the water these days, be careful of wound inflammation."

Yan Rongrong smiled, the injuries he suffered before were much more serious than this, and he didn't encounter such bad luck as inflammation.

However, Mr. Si said this because he cared about her. She was very grateful and obedient.

"Ok, I know!"

Si Boheng raised his head, but was facing Shangyan Rongrong's clear eyes, he was slightly startled, and did not move for a while.

Being stared at by his black eyes, Yan Rongrong felt her face was hot for no reason. She gently pulled her hand, but did not pull it. Mr. Si held her wrist tightly and did not let go.

"Mr. Si"

Si Boheng regained his senses, quickly let go of his hand, and stood up.

"Oh, I, that, bought tiramisu, I wonder if you like it?"

Yan Rongrong was pleasantly surprised.

"I like it, it's very delicious, but it's not cheap."

Si Boheng looked at her smile, his eyes softened unconsciously.

"As long as you like it, I will buy it for you if you want to eat it later."

Si Boheng opened the tiramisu, held it in front of Yan Rongrong, and handed her the spoon.

"Try it."

Yan Rongrong felt very fragrant when she smelled it. This is really delicious. Unfortunately, she was reluctant to buy it before. She took a bite and it melted in the mouth. It was full of sweet fragrance.

She dug another spoon and brought it to Si Boheng's mouth.

"Mr. Si, you should try it too, it's very delicious."

Seeing her smile, Si Boheng opened his mouth to eat as if bewitched, and when he saw Yan Rongrong looking at him with a pair of sparkling eyes, he nodded.

"Well, it tastes good."

He actually doesn't like to eat this kind of sweet and greasy food, but today he found that it seems to be quite delicious.

Yan Rongrong ate several mouthfuls in succession, only to belatedly realize that she just fed Si Boheng with the same spoon she used.

All of a sudden, she froze there, her face flushed.

Seeing that she stopped eating suddenly, Si Boheng looked at her suspiciously and found that her face was very red.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

He stretched out his hand and gently touched Yan Rongrong's forehead, it seemed that the temperature was not high, but looking at Yan Rongrong's appearance, it was obvious that something was wrong.He thought there was something wrong with the cake.

"Fluffy, don't eat it, tell me what's wrong."

Yan Rongrong let out a heavy breath, his eyes fluttered.

"No...not uncomfortable, it's delicious."