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In fact, it's not too troublesome. It's just that some original files are divided and then classified, so that they can be taken and used later.

Cheng Yi couldn't understand the classification of the archives, so he helped Song Xianfei cut the edge of the old archive paper with an art knife, or cut off the excess rope.

The two worked together tacitly, and it was almost the end, but Cheng Yi inadvertently scratched his finger. The tip of the art knife is extremely sharp, and it will leave a deep wound when it touches the fragile skin.

Cheng Yi subconsciously threw away the knife, frowned and raised his scratched finger to stand there in a daze, letting the blood overflow and slowly slide down along the skin texture.

Song Xianfei was stunned for a moment, and immediately bent down to look for tools that could be used to stop bleeding in the drawer. He suddenly remembered that the last piece of Band-Aid was just taken by Pan Yao a few days ago. Recently, because he was too busy, he also forgot to go to the pharmacy to get some more .

"You pressed the wound with a tissue first, how could you be so careless."

Song Xianfei blamed him, but his face was very flustered, as if he was afraid that Cheng Yi would lose too much blood, and he walked out before he could get his coat, leaving only a voice at the end, "Stand still, I'll Go to the pharmacy and get some medicine and come back."

Before Cheng Yi could call him to stop, he heard the sound of footsteps quickly disappearing outside the glass door, and soon there was no movement.

Song Xianfei...is he nervous about himself?

Cheng Yi was in pain, but his heart was filled with honey. Happiness and pain coexisted. He stepped back a few steps and sat back on the sofa. Thinking about how difficult it was today, he had a fever and bloodshed, but It's worth it.

There is a Huimin pharmacy not far from the company. It usually closes until very late, and it only takes about 10 minutes to go back and forth.

Cheng Yi waited and waited, thinking that when Song Xianfei was supposed to come back from the drugstore, there were a few small movements outside the window. He looked up and saw some raindrops falling on the outside window by the light in the room.

I remembered that Ms. Liang specifically asked him to bring an umbrella in the morning, saying that it was raining today, and it rained as expected.

It seemed that it was just a few raindrops falling from time to time, which was insignificant. Cheng Yi didn't take it seriously at first, but he didn't expect that the water droplets were just the prologue of the opening. Within ten seconds, after the sound of thunder, the downpour was like a waterfall. down.

Cheng Yi stood up from the sofa, regardless of whether the wound was still bleeding, and immediately walked out of the office.

Just listening to the sound of the rain, I feel that the rain is very heavy, and it will not stop for a while. Song Xianfei went out in a hurry. When he came back, he must have been trapped somewhere to hide from the rain. It seems that he has to step on the "colorful auspicious clouds" at critical times "Go to his side and rescue this is in dire straits.

Cheng Yi sent Song Xianfei a message while waiting for the elevator, but he didn't reply for a long time.

After getting down to the first floor of the company, before he had time to step out of the company's gate, he saw a familiar figure hurriedly approaching from the revolving door, holding a plastic bag in his hand.

"Song Xianfei." Cheng Yi called him from a distance, and then quickly walked towards Song Xianfei.

In order not to waste the lights in the hall, the main lights will be turned off during off-duty hours, leaving only a few auxiliary lights on, so the vision will be somewhat dim.

Song Xianfei stopped immediately after hearing Cheng Yi's shout, because he took off his glasses when it was raining, and it was not until the person walked a few meters away that he could clearly see that it was Cheng Yi.

"Cheng Yi, didn't I tell you to wait?"

Song Xianfei was still panting while speaking, and he didn't need to think about it to know that he rushed over in the rain and didn't stop at all on the way.

"Why, you're still worried that I'm going into shock due to excessive blood loss." Cheng Yi was so moved that he hurriedly took off his thin coat and put it on Song Xianfei, and wiped his hair with his cuff, "With my physique, Normal blood donation is [-] milliliters, and I don't mind having [-] milliliters."

Song Xianfei couldn't help frowning seeing him bragging, and finally sighed and urged Cheng Yi to go up to treat the wound together.

He was really worried. When he was in the rain, he didn't realize that he should take shelter from the rain or find an umbrella store to buy an umbrella. He just wanted to rush back as soon as possible.

Song Xianfei's hair was half-wet and half-dry, and there were still unfinished water droplets condensed at the end of the hair, but his body was a little horrible. If you look carefully, it should be soaked. After being soaked in water, the thin shirt is almost close to more transparent.

Cheng Yi's eyes fell on him without any concealment, and he had a panoramic view of the places that should be admired.

At this moment, Song Xianfei was very close to him, lowering his head and carefully treating his wound. The most touching thing was the fingers touching together intentionally or unintentionally.

He looks defenseless now, or at a distance of a belly, Song Xianfei doesn't know what Cheng Yi is thinking at all, but concentrates on scrubbing the blood on Cheng Yi's hands repeatedly with the potion, his movements are gentle and careful , for fear of hurting the other party.

Cheng Yi enjoyed the present very much, ignored the pain for the time being, looked at Song Xianfei's appearance, his heart became hot for some reason, and he blurted out: "Except for my parents, Lao Cheng and Liu Minghang, no one has ever treated me so well .”

Song Xianfei threw away the blood-stained cotton swab, and took another one, "You are a young master who doesn't worry about food and clothing, what are you doing with all these troubles?"

Cheng Yi smiled and shook his head, "Troubles can happen to any race, regardless of rich or poor, high or low. Even a kitten passing by will occasionally worry about why they are not human."

Song Xianfei couldn't help laughing at his words, and asked casually, "What about you? What troubles do you have?"

Cheng Yi was silent for a while, looked carefully at Song Xianfei, and murmured after a while: "I really like a man."

Song Xianfei's fingers snapped, and he raised his head to look at Cheng Yi in a daze.

Cheng Yi didn't avoid it, just looked into his eyes, and continued, "I never thought that one day it would be a man who would make me sleepless and sleepless. Before I fell in love with him, I felt that It is absolutely impossible for things to happen, just as impossible as the sun coming out from the west, but I can never lie to myself, the heartbeat and uncontrollable joy when facing him are all real."

Song Xianfei gradually closed his fingers, and his heartbeat was a little chaotic. Cheng Yi's gaze seemed to swallow people, so he had to shift his gaze and look elsewhere.

Then he heard Cheng Yi ask, "Song Xianfei, after I denied Yuan Le, did you really not guess who he is?"

Cheng Yi moved closer to him while opening his mouth, his eyes locked on Song Xianfei's face from beginning to end, "Or are you pretending to be confused?"

Song Xianfei's breathing was stagnant, and he retreated in a panic. He retreated and entered, until his back was close to the desk and there was no way to retreat. He could only support the desk with both hands, and leaned back as much as possible.

Cheng Yi knew that Song Xianfei's back was not good, so he put his arms around Song Xianfei's back. Through the soaked shirt, the temperature of Song Xianfei's body could be clearly felt from his fingers.

Being immobilized by Cheng Yi, he no longer has that bit of freedom, Song Xianfei couldn't help but slow down his breathing, and looked up at Cheng Yi, looking at his pair of eyes that seemed to be sinking into a deep hole that he couldn't extricate himself from.

"Song Xianfei, I like you." Cheng Yi paused every word, and all the heat of his breath sprayed on Song Xianfei's face, "It is impossible to take back what I said."