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Wang Zhiyuan admitted that he is actually a person full of evil tastes. She especially likes to see others panic or at a loss, but he has already launched an attack, but the other party still has no reaction at all, which makes him feel very frustrated. .

Forget it, forget it, don't say anything else, it's useless to say that, just keep this state for now.

Perhaps because he was distracted while cooking, the oil in the pot jumped directly onto his hands.

If it was normal, he would have continued cooking with just a shake of his hand, but now for some reason, he just threw away the shovel in his hand and exclaimed.

"What's the matter?" Xia Wenjie wanted to ignore the voice but couldn't ignore it, walked quickly to his side, grabbed his hand that was caught by the oil, and kept frowning tightly there.

Turned off the gas stove with one hand, then pulled him to the bathroom, turned on the cold water and rinsed his hands continuously.

After he felt that it was almost the same, he picked up the spare tissue and wiped his hands clean before taking him out to find the medicine box.

"The medicine box is in that cabinet." Wang Zhiyuan pointed to a small cabinet next to the TV. There were all kinds of medicines in it, and they were also put there in case of emergency.

Who let him live here alone from the beginning, he has to deal with everything alone, and sometimes he will forget, and then when he is sick, he has to go out to buy medicine with his illness, which is really annoying .

Later, he carried a bunch of medicines on his back and put them there. If he was really sick, he could just go get the medicines and take them, and it was not that troublesome.

After Xia Wenjie saw so many medicines in the medicine box, he knew why there was a medicine box here. While feeling distressed, he couldn't help blaming himself even more, blaming himself, why didn't he come here earlier and blame himself for not getting to know him earlier he.

With a gloomy look in his eyes, he slowly applied the medicine to the place where he was injured by the frying oil. While applying it, he would blow a few breaths from time to time, as if he was afraid that he would accidentally make him more painful.

Naturally, Wang Zhiyuan didn't know what was going on in his mind, he only felt that his prank had succeeded this time, but there was an inexplicable feeling wandering in his heart.

It seems that he hasn't been cared about by others for a long time, but he doesn't know when the next time he will be cared about again.

Shaking his head a little self-deprecatingly, probably no one will ever come to care about a person like him.

Xia Wenjie, who had been concentrating on lowering his head, was naturally unaware of Wang Zhiyuan's actions just now. After he applied medicine to the wound, he actually took out the gauze, and then wrapped his hands into steamed buns very solemnly.

When Wang Zhiyuan saw that his hands were wrapped like that, he really couldn't laugh or cry. What was all this? He was just blown up in such a small area, not even the size of a soybean. It has become a steamed bun!

But he was too embarrassed to tear it down in front of Xia Wenjie, so he could only endure it silently, with ten thousand guns running through his heart.

Xia Wenjie naturally didn't know what Wang Zhiyuan was thinking. He was very satisfied with his work, then patted Wang Zhiyuan on the shoulder, and then turned his head to continue what Wang Zhiyuan hadn't finished just now.