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The fat woman in her 50s next to him smiled and told him to be careful, Xiaoqian turned around and thanked her before continuing on.

Hearing the sound of the bamboo pole being knocked on the concrete floor, Chen Rong couldn't help stepping over, grabbed his wrist and brought him over.

Once in contact with Brother Zheng, that strange sense of familiarity returned, and Xiaoqian said anxiously, "Brother Zheng? No, I can do it myself."

"You're walking too slowly, I'm anxious." Chen Rong said in a joking tone, and then walked towards the hut from last time with Xiaoqian.

"Are you in a hurry?" Little Qian asked.

"We are in a hurry, I called to make a reservation, and I will take you to dinner after finishing." Chen Rong said briskly.

"Ah? Tonight? I haven't told the boss yet." Xiaoqian hesitated. If he went to dinner, he would miss his evening shift and would ask Lao Li for leave.

"I'll talk to you later, and he won't disagree." Chen Rong said confidently, just give more tips.

"Okay then, you go take a shower first? I'll get ready." Xiaoqian said as he broke away from his hand.

"Can you help me? My hand is injured, and I can't see the water for the time being." Chen Rong raised his right hand wrapped in thick gauze and said, then he remembered that Xiao Qian couldn't see it, so he quickly took him with his left hand Put his hand on his right hand, "Touch it, it's really hurt, I didn't lie to you."

Xiaoqian touched the gauze and recalled it. It was true that Brother Zheng held him with his left hand just now. He asked worriedly, "How did you hurt it? Is it serious?"

"There was a small accident, it's not serious, it's just that you won't be able to see the water for a few days, so don't worry." Seeing the concerned look on his face, Chen Rong said suppressing the joy in his heart.

When they got along before, Weng Jie never cared about him. When he saw him, he was usually either expressionless and indifferent, or disgusted and hated, and sometimes fear.

"Then, do you want me to help you take a bath?" Xiaoqian asked hesitantly.

"Can you?" Chen Rong's tone was a little cautious.

Xiaoqian couldn't refuse, Brother Zheng was his guest now, the request was not too much, so he followed into the bathroom.

After entering, he found a pair of rain boots from the corner and put them on, put the shoes he wore before the door, and asked Chen Rong, "Do you want to take a shower or use a bathtub?"

"If you don't take off your clothes," Chen Rong deliberately paused for a moment before continuing, "taking a shower will wet your clothes, right?"

Xiaoqian was agitated by the first half of his sentence, and was temporarily relieved after hearing the second half.

"Is the bathtub clean?" Chen Rong glanced at the dilapidated bathtub that barely fit a person, and asked uncertainly.

"I'll wash it after every use, and wipe it with a rag dipped in disinfectant. If you're worried, I'll wash it again." Xiaoqian said nervously.

"Then wash it again, I'll help you. I'm sorry, it's not that I don't believe you, I'm a bit of a clean freak." Chen Rong's tone sounded very sincere.

It took a lot of determination for him to reluctantly accept the use of a bathtub that many people have used.

"It's nothing, it's what I should do. Your hand is hurt, I can do it myself, you go out and sit for a while." Xiaoqian said, took down the shower, turned on the water, squatted down and leaned on the edge of the bathtub, and began to grope for cleaning .

Because he has been washed many times, his movements don't look rusty.

Perhaps because he couldn't see it, he washed it very carefully, and every corner would not fall off.