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"The monitoring pixels are not very high, so we can't directly recognize your face." Coming out of the security office, Chancheng stuffed the USB flash drive into his pocket, and said to Song Xinheng while fastening his seat belt: "But it was obviously your first move. , anyway, it is your fault to hit someone."

"The other party didn't insist on calling the police. It's best to solve it privately. Forget it, we'll talk about it tomorrow. I'll take you to the hospital now."

"I want to call the police." Thinking of the two slaps on the face, Song Xinheng became more confident: "If it wasn't for his evil intentions, why would I just fight with him. He is not a good person, and he is good enough." Ruthless, he doesn't know that my face is insured, and when the time comes to ask the insurance company to find him, I see if he can pay that much, so he dares to fight with me."

"Little ancestor, you can't pay for this situation now, and he has a lot of color on his face." Mentioning Song Xinheng's face, Cancheng felt angry: "You remember to put on face now, remember to sing when you fight Are the tickets for the meeting sold out?"

After checking the injuries from the hospital, the inspection report showed that Song Xinheng was fine. Although the fight was fierce and there were several bruises on his body, he did not hurt any bones at all, and only marked the location of the soft tissue damage.Fang Wei breathed a sigh of relief after reading the report, and Song Xinheng walked over with the medicine in hand. Seeing Fang Wei's appearance, his mood was complicated again. He asked, "Do you think he will be fine after this?"

It was already very late when I got home, and Chancheng was too worried and tossed enough, he didn't have the heart to criticize Song Xinheng again.In order to prevent being secretly photographed, Song Xinheng was tightly wrapped in a mask the whole time.After Chancheng left, Song Xinheng got up and went to the bathroom mirror to look at the injuries on his face. When he returned to the living room feeling annoyed, he found that Fang Wei was unpacking the box and carefully reading the instructions inside.

"Orally, and externally." Originally, two or three kinds of medicines would be enough to get the job done, but because Can could not heal his heart fast enough, he forced the doctor to prescribe the first one.Fang Wei suddenly looked up at Song Xinheng: "Do you have cotton swabs at home? The medical ones?"

Song Xinheng froze for a few seconds, went upstairs and hugged the medicine box Song Xinshu was going to give him, and put it in front of Fang Wei as if offering a treasure.Realizing that the effect of the imported medicine is actually equivalent to iodine, Fang Wei dipped a cotton swab in the medicine and motioned Song Xinheng to sit closer.Thinking of his low appearance now, Song Xinheng said in a low voice, I will do it myself, and Fang Wei gave it to him, but he immediately regretted it.

"It's better for you...or else I'll find a mirror." Fang Wei prevaricated lamely, but Fang Wei didn't tease him, and only carefully applied ointment to the bruise.Song Xinheng's brow bone was obviously swollen, and a part of the left side of his face was also slightly blue. Fang Wei couldn't control his strength well. When he accidentally pressed hard, Song Xinheng shrank back in pain, but swallowed his complaint.

"You have to paint this on your body, you do it yourself." He took out the inspection report and spread it out in front of Song Xinheng like a map.Fang Wei was twisting another bottle of medicine and putting it in front of him, when Song Xinheng muttered in a low voice, "If you put this on, you can't take a bath."

"Can I reapply after washing?" After Song Xinheng finished speaking, Fang Wei said, "The doctor told you not to wash tonight."

Song Xinheng said "oh", put Fang Wei's sorted pills in front of him and drank them with warm water.The medicine was a bit bitter, but Song Xinheng suddenly smiled, and he said to himself with his face covered with medicine, "You haven't been so nice to me for a long time."

Fang Wei glanced at him, got up and went to the kitchen to wash the cup, and said after a long time: "After all, I am also responsible for your injury."

If it was placed before tonight, Fang Wei never thought that he would be involved in this kind of jealousy.Aside from other things, the fact that Song Xinheng really made a move was enough for him to digest for a while.If he had listened to Song Xinheng and hadn't gone to see Du Chenghong, he probably wouldn't have been so embarrassing. Thinking of the ring buried at the bottom of the lake, Fang Wei felt his future was as blank as snow.

"I don't blame you, it's all his fault." Song Xinheng thought of Du Chenghong, and there was a bunch of blocked words in his mind, but because Fang Wei was right in front of him, he could only say one sentence after holding back for a long time: "He plotted against you, I almost kidnapped you today."

"He is willing to be a third party blatantly. Do you think I should hit him?" There was no response. When Fang Wei walked over again, Song Xinheng stopped him, and he asked a little sadly: "Fang Wei, are you No... I regret coming back with me? Do you think that I am not so good compared with him? Do you think that I still have a bad temper and a bad temper? "

"I didn't promise him," Fang Wei said, "I don't regret coming back with you, so go get some medicine and go to sleep."

"Then can you apply it with me?" Song Xinheng's inner worries would be endless once they swelled up. He was afraid that Fang Wei would be able to go out and take a taxi to Du Chenghong's house during the time he went to apply the medicine by himself.He turned on the TV in the living room, forced the remote control into Fang Wei's hands, went to the bedroom and changed into pajamas, then folded back, and sat cross-legged on the sofa silently: "I'll be fine soon, I'll be fine in a while."

He was also kicked by Du Chenghong on the outside of his thigh. Although the bruise is eye-catching, it is not as strong as the visual impact of his floral shorts.Fang Wei had never seen Song Xinheng wearing such short trousers, and with the loose fit, he could faintly see the roots of his thighs.After sitting next to Fang Wei, Song Xinheng seemed to have not noticed that the person next to him moved away. Song Xinheng lowered his head and focused on applying medicine to his skin.

In order not to let the ointment get on the edge of the trousers, he even rolled them up two centimeters.Fang Wei didn't need to tilt his head, he could see the two bare legs on the sofa out of the corner of his eye.After treating his legs, he lifted the hem of his clothes to check his waist. While taking medicine, he counted the number of times he hit his opponent tonight.After making sure that he had gained more advantage, he didn't hold back his laughter after all. When Fang Wei turned his head vigilantly and saw his beautiful waist, he immediately looked away unnaturally.

"Weiwei, do you think I look good?" Song Xinheng put down his clothes silently: "Is it really ugly?"

Not noticing his address, Fang Wei was taken aback by his question, not knowing whether to say yes or no.

Fang Wei is used to seeing Song Xinheng who does his own thing, but recently Song Xinheng is very fussy, and his face is injured, the most useful capital for Fang Wei has lost the chain, and he is even more uncertain.After wiping his hands with a paper towel, Song Xinheng held Fang Wei's hand that was propped on the sofa. Thinking that this hand was also held by Du Chenghong, he felt sore in his heart, but no one could comfort him.

"If I'm really disfigured, you have to be responsible." He squeezed the soft flesh in the tiger's palm of that hand, remembering that Fang Wei's previous personality was also so soft, and said: "You don't have to take a lot of responsibility. , as long as you don’t hate me so much.”