3 shaku

Suddenly, a rapid incoming call rang, awakening Song Shu who was absent-minded. She stood up and looked at the mobile phone on the desk. The screen displayed an unfamiliar call.

"Hello?" The blood was still pouring out, and Song Shu could even smell the faint smell of blood in the air.

Shen Xizhou paused while wiping her hair, and said, "Teacher, I'm home."

"What about you? Are you still in school?"

"Well, I'm at school." Song Shu leaned on the desk with his palm facing up, the blood gradually congealed into a small "blood jade", she moved her wrist, and the "blood jade" shook accordingly.

Shen Xizhou continued to ask: "Are you still cleaning up so late?"

I don't know if Shen Xizhou's tone was too gentle, or because of the dizziness caused by blood loss, Song Shu's head was hot, and most of her defenses were relieved. She was half complaining and half wronged to tell Shen Xizhou that she accidentally cut her hand.

"Yeah, when I was packing things, I was cut by a knife and bled a lot."

Her voice was too soft, almost coquettish.

Shen Xizhou was silent for a few seconds, and asked something very important: "Has the wound been treated?"

"No." Song Shuhun said indifferently: "Let the blood continue to flow, I don't want to deal with it."

Xu Shi recalled the past with Han Ning and made her feel bad. She forgot her identity for a while, and her remarks were harsh and willful.

Shen Xizhou was worried about her injury, and it was not easy to force her, so he could only carefully discuss with her: "Then stop the bleeding first, or it will hurt too much."

If Song Shu was alone, no matter how much she was hurt, she would just grit her teeth and bear it, not even wanting to feel sad, but once she knew that someone cared about her, she couldn't stand even a little grievance.

As if she just felt the pain, Song Shu suddenly had a sore nose and misty eyes, she said softly, "I'm in pain...there's blood all over the ground, what should I do?"

Delicate articulation is like fragile autumn flowers, and her emotions will collapse at the first blow.

"I'll go back now." Feeling that she was going to cry at any moment, Shen Xizhou panicked, and opened the closet to find the clothes to go out. While searching, she comforted Song Shu: "Don't be afraid, it will be soon."

It's not to persuade her to deal with it by herself, nor to coax her to go to the hospital, but to come forward in person.

Hearing this, Song Shu realized what she had done, she was a little flustered, and hurriedly said, "Don't worry, I have a medicine kit here."

After a pause, she compromised, "I'll deal with the wound now."

Shen Xizhou suddenly grasped the clothes in her hand, she smoothed out the wrinkles on the fabric with complicated thoughts, grasped and smoothed again, and did not speak for a long time.

In the long silence, Song Shu realized how much he had done to Shen Xizhou, she was trampling on someone's concern for her.

"Xizhou, I'm sorry." Song Shu was worried, but his tone was cautious.

They have known each other for less than 48 hours, and they can't even talk about friends, and their relationship stops with teachers and students.

Shen Xizhou cared about her out of upbringing, but she let her emotions attack Shen Xizhou.

"Hurry up and deal with the wound." Shen Xizhou sighed inaudibly: "Teacher, I'm worried about you."

She is such a character, she treats people with kindness and gentleness, and always gives people a knowing blow unintentionally.

No matter what position Shen Xizhou cared from, it was enough to make Song Shu's heart tremble again and again. She blinked, tears streaming down her eyes, and she said, "Thank you."

Don't cry, Shen Xizhou heard her suppressed crying, and regretted that he was not by her side, so at least he could wipe away her tears.

She said softly: "Teacher, hurry up and bandage the wound."

"Then... see you on Monday." Song Shu held back his tears and wanted to end the topic.

"Well, goodbye."

Shen Xizhou folded his clothes and put them back in the closet, and walked out of the room.

After dinner, Shen Xiangsi and Lian Ziyin sat in the living room on the second floor to watch a movie. Shen Xizhou glanced at them as they passed by. They were watching the old movie "Hedong Lion Roar".

"The peach blossom debt must be repaid, and the peach blossom disaster must be blocked.

Yue'e is destined to be frightened for the rest of her life

Block all the peach blossom disasters for Ji Chang

Even if I block the scars

I will never back down

You don't have to worry about me, Your Majesty."

……

Cecilia Cheung's beauty is a white rose mixed with frost, the beauty is not in the skin, the beauty is not old, and the years have faded.

Shen Xizhou didn't disturb them and went to the restaurant on the next floor.

The dishes on the dining table were covered by a large cover, and there was a three-layer lunch box next to it, one layer of rice, one layer of vegetables, and one layer of soup. It was the dinner prepared by Shen Qinghe for Shen Nanfeng.

Shen Xizhou lifted the cover and opened the rice cooker to serve the rice.

Shen Qinghe just set up the fruit platter and came out of the kitchen with the plate. When he saw Shen Xizhou, he put the plate down: "I'll warm up the dishes for you."

Shen Xizhou had already sat down, she tasted the tofu, and stopped him: "It doesn't need to be hot, the dishes are still not cold. Dad, are you going to sister's company soon?"

"Yes, I made her favorite dish tonight and promised to send it to her."

After Shen Nanfeng graduated from university, she bought a house outside, but she still lives at home when she has time. Occasionally, she works overtime at the company and thinks about the meals at home, so she will call back, and Shen Qinghe or Lian Ziyin will call when she is free. She sends it over.

Under the light, Shen Xizhou's face was pale, and she said, "I'll send it off."

She just needed to go out for a trip.

"Then remember to bring the key, and you must finish the soup." Shen Qinghe told her that he had been cooking this soup for a long time, so he couldn't waste any of it.

Shen's family rules: you can skip vegetables, you can skip rice, but you can't skip soup.

Shen Xizhou assured him: "Drink, definitely drink."

Ran's Group.

Shen Nanfeng walked into the chairman's office, and when she came to Ran Chenhun, the person who was concentrating on reading the documents was suddenly startled, and looked at her with fear that was still in shock.

In an instant, she relaxed again and yawned lazily.

"Scared you?" Shen Nanfeng put the teacup on Ran Chenhun's left hand. Ran Chenhun didn't like coffee but tea, and she used her tea leaves.

Ran Chenwan took a sip of tea, moistened her dry throat, narrowed her charming eyes, and said in a lazy and tired voice, "No."

She leaned back, hooked her hands towards Shen Nanfeng, her eyes were provocative: "Come here."

Shen Nanfeng's throat tightened, she walked around the desk, put her hands on the armrests of the chair, and put Ran Chenhun between herself and the back of the chair, her long black hair covered her heart, and also blocked the surging wind in her eyes.

She asked, "What's the matter?"

Ran Chenwan took the initiative to put his arms around her neck, kissed her lips, and wrapped her around to respond.

"slowly……"

Shen Nanfeng lifted her chin, deepening the kiss, and the scent of chamomile bloomed faintly.

Two months ago, the company changed hands.

Ran Chenhun succeeds in accordance with the will, the former chairman Rong Changpei stepped down, the top leaders either quit or were fired, and the company's operation fell into chaos.

In the bloody storm, the building will collapse.

The colleagues are all sitting and watching Ran's jokes, until now, Ran Chenhun has not secured his position.

And Shen Nanfeng became her only secretary and her closest bedside person.

Company downstairs.

"Miss Shen, let me deliver Secretary Shen's dinner."

Ran's security is very strict, takeaways and express delivery can only be placed at the front desk, and then delivered to each employee by the people at the front desk.

At this point, the front desk is off work, and non-company personnel cannot even enter the door.

Shen Xizhou reluctantly hung up the phone that no one answered, and she handed the insulated box to the security guard: "Thank you."

The author has something to say: Ran Chenhun x Shen Nanfeng

Column "Know Me"

Charming poppy flower x gentle scum little wolf dog