Chapter 172 So disobedient, not afraid of wound infection?

  Qiao Mu was about to leave, got up and walked to the door of the ward, and when he pulled the door handle, he turned around and looked at Qin Baiyu, holding the snake fruit in his palm twice: "Tomorrow is Ling Mi’s birthday party, haven’t you forgotten it?"

  The man's action of opening the drawer was paused for a moment due to Qiao Mu's words. He turned his eyes and said in a flat and cool tone: "Well, I will let Zhuo Han give a thin gift."

  This tone is so cold!

  Qiao Mu raised his brows in surprise, "Don't plan to go anymore?"

  The habit of these people is to get together on each other’s birthdays.

  No exceptions.

Qiao Mu looked at Qin Baiyu with a slightly puzzled look. His eyes collided with each other, and he saw him staring at him with a faint look. After a few seconds, he suddenly realized and laughed clearly, "Oh, I understand, she is injured, and she wants to accompany him. ,right!"

  The words fell, Qiao Mu snorted softly, opened the door and left.

  I stuffed myself a handful of dog food again!

  He just need to ask!

  In the corridor of the hospital, there was a strong smell of disinfectant. Qiao Mu raised his eyebrows in disgust, and walked toward the front exit.

   Passing by the water room on the side of the corridor, he subconsciously looked at the snake fruit in his hand, twisted his feet, turned and walked in.

  ...

  In the ward, after Qiao Mu left, it took less than a minute before Yan Shiqi came out of the bathroom slowly.

  She glanced at the single-person sofa, and was relieved that Qiao Mu was missing.

When    looked to the other side, he saw Qin Baiyu making a call.

The man sits on the two-seater sofa under the window, with his legs folded, his posture is lazy and casual, his left elbow is propped on the armrest, the phone is on the side of his ear, and the sinking eyes are firmly on her. Body.

   The window behind him is gradually darkening, and it seems that there are small raindrops. The raindrops are hanging on the glass, making the room dark and inexplicably warm.

  Because of him, not a home, but better than home.

  Yan Shiqi didn’t bother to say anything. When she walked to the door and turned on the overhead light, she happened to hear the man say: "Buy anything you like and deliver it to Ling's house tomorrow."

  "..."

   "Well, you go pick it."

  After saying this, the man hung up the phone.

  Yan Shiqi was still wearing that grey-white long skirt with a slightly wrinkled hem. She straightened her waist and walked to the man’s side with a small smile on her lips. Before she could speak, she heard a tease.

   "Can you give it up?"

The man's playful and calm tone came to his ears, Yan Shiqi blinked, and cast his eyes on him, as he sat down with his hands along the skirt from behind, pretending to be calm and replied: "What are you talking about, I just wash my face." "

Qin Baiyu did not reveal her faint expression. He cast his gaze on her smooth face. As expected, there was a faint light of water. When he thought of something, his eyebrows were slightly condensed, and he raised his hand and touched her skin. of?"

   "Dylan left me the facial cleanser."

  Yan Shiqi followed his movements and touched his face. Dylan's facial cleanser is not her usual brand, but she can finally wash off the foundation.

  She was sent to the hospital too suddenly, and there was no time to prepare anything. It would be better to let Huanhuan bring her some daily necessities tomorrow.

  Or, leave the hospital as soon as possible!

  Dylan...

  Hearing this name, the eyes under the man’s brow bones crossed the unpleasant color.

  After a while, he took her fingertips, his eyes looked at the wound on her tiger's mouth seriously, the band-aid disappeared.

  "Watered?"

  Yan Shiqi glanced at him, then looked down at the wound, and lied with a serious face: "No!"

  Dip in water... It is definitely necessary to dip it.

  One hand, how to wash your face.

  Besides, it's just a small wound, and she is not so squeamish.

  Don't want men to worry too much, so she chooses to hide it.

The man sighed and got up, turned back to the direction of the bedside table, took out the band-aid from the drawer, picked up the medical iodophor and cotton swabs on the table, and walked back to her with a gentle tone of helplessness, "So disobedient , You are not afraid of wound infection?"

  Oh, I was found!

   Three shifts first.

  (End of this chapter)