A gentleman is not a group

Mr. Xie, who usually laughed and scolded, was sitting quietly and indifferently on the chair. The blood from the wound on his side face flowed over his delicate and fair cheeks, like a red plum on the snow-covered ground, with a chilling and coquettish look. beautiful.

He just looked at Zhou Chi calmly, with no expression on his face, and even his eyes were unmoved, as if the person whose skin was pierced by the sharp knife just now was not him.

But Zhou Chi couldn't calm down. He resisted the trembling of his hands and moved over step by step pretending to be calm. He didn't speak or show any strange emotions. He only quickly untied the rope on Xie Jianmian's body and took out a clean handkerchief. The son wiped the dripping blood for him, and arranged everything couldn't be more proper.

Just when Xie Jianmian was about to get up, Zhou Chi suddenly pulled him up from the chair and pressed him into his arms so hard that even he felt pain.

The fear of being lost and found again poured in from all directions, Zhou Chi breathed heavily, and the drowning man finally grabbed the driftwood and got ashore.

The person in front of him made him worry about what he might lose, and made him wish he could lock him up at home and ignore the right and wrong going on outside.

Zhou Chi knew that this was the first time he had such a strong possessive desire, and there must be something called the origin behind the possessive desire.

He is tempted...

Xie Jianmian was not aware of Zhou Chi's mood swings at all, and was only surprised by Zhou Butou's unusual behavior.Also...he hugged him a little tight.

Xie Jianmian had no choice but to push Zhou Chi, and he didn't say that he was not hurt to death by the slap in the face, but was strangled to death by Zhou Butou.

"Zhou Chi, you..."

"Don't move." Hearing Xie Jianmian's voice, Zhou Chi didn't show any signs of loosening. He thought angrily, this person made him panic, panicked, and made him feel restless and worried about gains and losses. I know, but I still act indifferently, why, what is it.

The more Zhou Chi thought about it, the more angry he became, he opened his mouth and bit Xie Jianmian's shoulder, he didn't save his strength, he bit tightly.

Xie Jianmian didn't expect Zhou Chi to go crazy suddenly, "hissed", but he didn't stop it. He felt that he was wrong. After all, he didn't think too much about this matter. If Zhou Chi came one step later, he would probably only have a corpse left up.

For the rest of Mr. Xie's life after the catastrophe, although he didn't experience the sense of detachment of great surprise, joy, and enlightenment.

But still with a strong desire to survive, he decided to follow Zhou Butou, lest he just leave the dragon pool and enter the tiger's den.

After Zhou Chi bit it, he felt very boring again. He let go of his mouth and let out a long sigh. What was he angry about? Mr. Xie found the murderer and saved him, which is a great achievement in any way.

It's just that he doesn't take himself seriously, it's just that he can't respond to his feelings, he is not qualified, let alone guilty.

"Are you OK?"

Zhou Zhiqiang suppressed his desire to pull the person away, calmed down for a moment and asked.

He thought he was well disguised, but his voice was still too hoarse.

Xie Jianmian's heart softened at once. He was worried about him, worried about him desperately. This fact made Mr. Xie's heart beat faster when facing the blade. He didn't know what was wrong with him, so he could only look away. Attention: "I'm fine, what can I do?"

"your face……"

"Ah, yes, it's just a slash." Xie Jianmian waved his hand indifferently, "Could it be that Zhou Butou is a person who looks at his face?"

Zhou Chi coughed lightly, and hurriedly said, "No...I'm not..."

"Then it's over. There's nothing to worry about. My injury heals quickly, and within a few days it will be another flower in the village."

Mr. Xie is really... what does he care about?

Zhou Chi really didn't understand. He wanted to think hard and maybe he could guess an answer, but his thoughts were involuntarily deviated—I think he cares about me.

Realizing what he was thinking, Zhou Chi hurriedly grabbed the rampant thoughts and brought his attention back.

"Then what... I..."

"Before..."

The two spoke at the same time without tacit understanding, and stopped at the same time, looking at each other with some embarrassment, but at the same time they understood each other's meaning very tacitly.

He was apologizing to me, and this common cognition was surging in the chests of the two of them, like water, and it was unbelievable.

Zhou Chi rubbed his nose and took the lead to break the silence: "I understand what you mean, I am not blaming you, as long as you understand what I mean, there is no need to say anything else. You are tied and injured, I Send you back to rest."

It's really embarrassing, although I don't want to admit it, but it's a fact.Xie Jianmian didn't say any more, and nodded obediently.

Zhou Chi arranged for the rest of the people to send the fainted woman back, and left a few others to search the room inside and out, then took Xie Jianmian out.

This place is really hidden, and it takes a lot of effort to get home as soon as possible. The two of them walked side by side. The atmosphere is not as lively as before, but it's not awkward.

It's just that compared to the previous frankness, someone has an unspeakable thought in his heart, and suddenly becomes charming.

It is impossible to expect Mr. Xie to enlighten himself, Zhou Chi made great psychological preparations, and then he dared to confide a little bit of his thoughts: "I was really scared just now."

"Huh?" Xie Jianmian turned his head to look, not quite understanding why the page that was just turned was turned back again.

"I didn't lie to you, and I didn't blame you, but I just felt a little sorry." Zhou Chi took a breath and continued, "I shouldn't have let you fall into that situation alone. I didn't think carefully."

Xie Jianmian focused on looking at Zhou Zhi's side face, that sharp face reflected a dark golden color under the strong sunlight, making him firm and upright, he tilted his head and smiled: "It's okay. I said I'm fine, why don't you Still so tangled?"

"Promise me that next time you won't be alone, and you won't put yourself in danger, okay?"

This makes no sense. Xie Jianmian wanted to laugh at first, but maybe the person who spoke was too serious, and "serious" people always have a natural charm. Xie Jianmian was dazzled by Zhou Chi's expression, and subconsciously nodded in response down.

Only then did Zhou Chi laugh, as if some invisible pressure had finally disappeared. He gently touched Xie Jianmian's head, then slowly moved his hand down, carefully avoiding the wound, and caressed the injured half of his cheek , the distress in his eyes was so strong that he couldn't get rid of it.

The skin that didn't feel pain at first seemed to have been burned, and it burned up, and the whole face was hot and numb. Xie Jianmian dodged a little, and turned his head with wandering eyes.

Sensing the almost inaudible dodge of the fingers, Zhou Chi's eyes darkened, and he lowered his hand.

Unlike the urgency and panic on the way here, the time for the return journey passed quickly in the rare leisure of the two of them, and the familiar house was in front of them in a blink of an eye.

Xie Jianmian didn't want to bother Zhou Chi, after all Zhou Tutou had to go back to the government office to deal with the rest of the matter, he was about to say goodbye, but Zhou Chi grabbed him and led him into a yard that didn't belong to him.

Zhou Chi knew that the most important thing he should do now was to go back to the government office, but knowing that he knew it, whether he wanted to or not was another matter. He was really worried about Mr. Xie, and he struggled halfway in his heart before he dragged him to his home .

He didn't think Mr. Xie would prepare something like ointment.

Zhou Zhi asked Xie Jianmian to sit on the wooden bench, took out the ointment from the cabinet, and returned to Xie Jianmian.

Xie Jianmian stretched out his hand: "I'll do it myself."

"Don't move." Zhou Chi slapped off the palm he handed over, put on airs and stared at it, "Can you see the wound?"

Xie Jianmian curled his lips and succumbed to Zhou Butou's oppression.

Zhou Chi squeezed the ointment on his fingertips, and gently applied the ointment to the wound. The ointment felt a little cool when it touched the skin, and there were other indescribable sensations. Xie Jianmian subconsciously trembled. Even though his movements were weak, he was caught by Zhou Chi arrive.

"Does it hurt?"

Xie Jianmian looked at those eyes that were too gentle, felt the gentleness of his movements, and when he wanted to deny it, he made a mysterious turn, and when he realized it, he blurted out: "It hurts..."

"Do you know it hurts? Let you show off next time."

The words were strong, but the movements of the hands became gentler. Zhou Chi looked at the scar that should not have existed on this almost perfect face, and his heart ached instantly. Blow it.

"Blow it and it won't hurt."

A chill blew past his ears, Xie Jianmian didn't expect Zhou Chi to do such a naive move, he couldn't help being stunned, his ears gradually turned red, and his heart softened beyond belief.

"Okay." Zhou Chi withdrew his hand, wiped it clean with a handkerchief, and stuffed the ointment into Xie Jianmian's hand, "Don't get water on the wound, and be careful when washing your face. Remember to apply this ointment every day. If you are inconvenient, come to me. Welcome anytime."

"Understood." Xie Jianmian accepted the ointment and obediently responded.

"Then I'm going back to the government office. Do you want to go back, you can stay with me."

"What are you doing here?" Xie Jianmian felt a little funny, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, "I'm going back too, remember to tell me if there's any progress when you come back at night."

"Fuck you so much." Zhou Chi raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, but continued, "I'll find you when I get back."

It wasn't until on the way back to the government office that Zhou Chi really got rid of the feeling of panic and panic.

"Xie Jianmian is fine, he is still alive and kicking and can talk and laugh." This cognition was completely grounded, and then another trouble lay in his heart.

For the first time in my 25 years of life, my heart was moved, but I couldn't get a response, at least not now.

Xie Jianmian is a person who is cleaner than anyone else after teasing someone, and is not responsible for the person being teased at all.

Zhou Chi knows that Mr. Xie seems to be active and bold, but in fact he is the most careless, he doesn't care, let alone take anything away from the flowers.

Obviously the most enthusiastic but also the most indifferent, the contradictions make people scratch their hearts and lungs, once they plunge into it, they can never get out again, but the person who weaves the net just sits aside and laughs at the situation, and never knows how to collect the net live.

What can Zhou Chi do, he wants to know, but he doesn't know, he can only hide this still secret thought in his heart, maybe one day he will digest it by himself, or one day he will say it out.

It would be great if you could get a response.