Chapter 8: Three Times Never Come True
Chapter 8: Three Times Never Come True
As soon as the car started, Mr. Noble, who was sitting next to Ning Fei, said to the two people in the front row, "First aid kit."
"Here, Mr. Duan!" The assistant in the front passenger seat immediately opened the storage box, took out a small first aid kit and handed it to the back, "Do you need to stop the car for treatment? Or do you want to find a clinic nearby?"
"Good thing" glanced at Ning Fei's hand: "No need for now."
After saying that, he opened the first aid kit and threw the alcohol cotton pad and the box to Ning Fei: "Disinfect it first."
Ning Fei was still thinking about his last name Duan, when he was suddenly thrown a box of cotton pads. He looked helpless: "I open it myself? In my current condition, I can make your whole box full of blood, do you believe it?"
Mr. Duan glanced at him meaningfully, took the box back and opened it. There were individual packages inside, so Mr. Duan had to pull out another one from the second batch, tear open it, and finally hand it to Ning Fei.
"Thank you." Ning Fei smiled at him, took out two alcohol cotton pads, and began to wipe the blood off his right hand. Although his fingers and palms were covered in bloody cuts, Ning Fei didn't seem to care. He finished cleaning up in no time, with vigorous movements. To put it nicely, he was quite cool, but to put it bluntly, his attitude towards himself was quite rough.
Mr. Duan waited for him to finish disinfecting, then handed him a small medicine bottle with a nozzle: "Use this to stop the bleeding first."
Ning Fei pinched the used alcohol cotton pads in his left hand: "This..."
Mr. Duan also took out a clean vomit bag from the storage compartment next to the car door. Ning Fei thought that this car was really well equipped, so he threw the cotton pad away and took the medicine bottle and started talking.
This is a liquid coating, which is less stinging than alcohol. After spraying it, you will only feel a little tightness near the wound. After spraying this time, Mr. Duan waited with a bandage.
Under normal circumstances, Ning Fei could easily tie a bandage with one hand in minutes, and he was even too lazy to further bandage it after the liquid coating. However, Mr. Good Samaritan was waiting there with a stern face. Ning Fei thought he was quite interesting, so he deliberately said, "Mr. Duan, I can't operate the bandage with one hand."
Mr. Duan replied coldly: "I didn't ask you to perform acrobatics."
"Mr. Duan is really humorous." Ning Fei laughed, stretched out his hand in front of the other party without any hesitation, and enjoyed the other party's bandaging service openly.
But Mr. Duan didn't take any action for several seconds.
Ning Fei saw him staring at his hand without moving, and thought he was calculating in his head how to bandage so many wounds, so he reminded him: "Don't bandage your fingers, just bandage your palm casually."
Mr. Duan pointed at the burn on his finger and asked, "How did this happen?"
This answer, whether it was the truth or a lie, was a bit difficult to explain, so Ning Fei said, "It was just for fun."
"'Scary'?" Mr. Duan glanced at him, "It's a bit like a burn. A knife wound and a burn. What on earth has happened to you, a manager?"
"Why are you questioning me again?" Ning Fei raised an eyebrow. "You think my bloodstains look like someone you killed, so just let me go."
"You? Kill someone?" Mr. Duan's eyes clearly moved around Ning Fei twice and made a judgment, "You can't kill him yet."
Ning Fei who was looked down upon: ...The scene of me going crazy just now will probably shock you for a whole year.
"Um..." Taking advantage of the gap between the two of them, the assistant in the front row suddenly turned around and asked, "If it's a knife wound, do you need to get a tetanus shot?"
Mr. Duan looked at Ning Fei: "Is there any rust on the knife?"
Ning Fei looked at the roof of the car: "Probably not."
Mr. Duan: “Go get an injection.”
***
Twenty minutes later, Ning Fei got a tetanus shot while sitting in the car.
Mr. Duan's assistant probably considered it too scary for Ning Fei to get out of the car and walk around like that, so he called a doctor out of a private clinic and gave him an injection in the underground parking lot. The doctor saw that Ning Fei had bandages on his hands and his body was smelly and black, and he asked diligently whether he wanted to check other parts of his body and bandage the wound properly. Ning Fei said again that it was not necessary because it was not his blood. As for the bandage on his hand, he felt that the current one was good enough and did not need to be re-bandaged.
The doctor walked away in a daze.
When the vehicle started moving again, Mr. Duan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "There's so much blood on you. If you say it's not yours, he will definitely think you just hurt someone else."
"Didn't Mr. Duan say that I couldn't get rid of him?" Ning Fei threw him a "boomerang" and replied while tidying up the clothes he had just torn off for the injection, "Besides, I'm in your car, the doctor will only think that you are an accomplice."
Mr. Duan’s answer was just three words: “He won’t.”
Ning Fei shrugged: "Okay."
After a while, Ning Fei was sure that the other party was concentrating on looking at the scenery outside the window and didn't want to continue chatting, so he took out his phone and swiped it again.
After a while, Mr. Duan threw another torn alcohol pad over and asked, "Are you not bothered by the scratchy screen on your phone?"
Ning Fei looked at him with a little surprise, as if she didn't know when this man turned back to look at her. She also noticed the blood-stained phone screen, then smiled and said, "Thank you."
Mr. Duan's eyes fell on his right hand that had just picked up the phone, and he said casually, "Why didn't you ask the doctor to re-bandage it just now?"
Ning Fei freed his right hand and shook it: "Why do you need to rewrap it? I think it's fine now."
Mr. Duan turned his head and looked out the window again: "It's up to you."
***
In the end, Ning Fei really went home with Mr. Duan.
Standing in the entrance hall of the large flat, Ning Fei felt that Mr. Duan was really courageous. I had only seen this person twice, and he was covered in blood, but I just took him home. But the other party has his own business card and also mentioned Gu Hechen and Su Cenxi, so has he investigated?
On the other hand, Ning Fei, who didn't even know the person's name, got in the car and followed him home, which seemed to be easier to cheat. It was only because Ning Fei was not an ordinary person and he believed in his own judgment of people that he followed him all the way into the house.
"What are you doing standing there like an idiot?"
Mr. Duan turned around and found Ning Fei still standing at the entrance, so he reminded him, "No need to change your shoes."
"I was thinking..." Ning Fei raised his right hand, admired the bandage on it, and said slowly, "I have been bandaged and given the tetanus shot, why did I come to your house? Can't I just ask you to help send me home?"
Mr. Duan: “…”
He seemed calm, but the fact that he didn't answer immediately was enough to prove that he was feeling uneasy. Ning Fei admired this silent embarrassment for a few seconds, and then took a step forward before the other party turned cold and said, "But since I'm here, can I borrow your bathroom?"
This time it was Mr. Duan's turn to stand there motionless, so Ning Fei walked over and bumped him with his bloodless left shoulder: "If you don't lead the way for me, then I'll be wandering around. Don't blame me if I run into a place I shouldn't be in."
The man then raised his hand and pointed: "There. There are disposable toiletries in the cabinet, and the towels should be clean."
"So thoughtful." Ning Fei took a look and realized that it should be a public bathroom, not the master bedroom bathroom used by Mr. Duan. "Mr. Duan often lets people stay overnight?"
"I'll say it again, don't be so lustful." Mr. Duan said coldly, "Just wash up and leave."
Ning Fei said: "What if I don't want to leave?"
Mr. Duan: “…”
Ning Fei continued to talk to himself: "By the way, can you send it upstairs? I want to buy some clothes to change."
Mr. Duan finally moved, turned around, and walked down a corridor without looking back. He didn't call Ning Fei, but Ning Fei followed him consciously until the man pushed open a frosted glass door.
"I basically don't wear the clothes here, and they're not necessarily my size. If you can wear them, just wear them."
Ning Fei poked his head in and found that it was more of a showroom than a cloakroom. There are suits and single pieces from various big brands, in various styles and colors, but they do not clash visually, but are arranged in a staggered manner. Ning Fei was shocked and said, "Mr. Duan, this is a bit expensive."
Mr. Duan made a "rich man" statement: "It's neither a unique piece nor a custom-made one, so how can it be 'valuable'?"
Ning Fei pointed out: "These things are unlikely to be washed."
Mr. Duan: “No need to pay it back.”
Ning Fei was amused: "Give it to me? Does that count as giving me overnight money in advance?"
The man frowned when he heard this: "Don't do it again and again..."
"You don't want to, but I do. Okay?" Ning Fei interrupted him. "Three times is the limit. If you agree, I won't leave tonight."
Mr. Duan looked at him suspiciously.
"Why, are you afraid that I will steal your things?" Ning Fei laughed, "You already know my identity, the monk can escape but the temple cannot. Otherwise, I will leave after I finish washing, and when you are free in the evening, call me. It doesn't matter where you are."
Mr. Duan was silent for a second, then raised his eyebrows slightly: "Tonight? Are you sure?"
"Otherwise?" Ning Fei said, "It's better to do it today than to wait for another day. Of course, if you have other things to do, we can talk about it later."
Mr. Duan stared into his eyes, as if trying to figure out something, and then finally nodded: "Okay."
***
The man left before Ning Fei finished washing, it seemed that he really had something to do.
It was not until after eight o'clock in the evening that the door was reopened. The man stood in the entrance hall, looking at the darkness in the room. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and he narrowed his eyes.
After standing there for a few seconds, he sneered and walked into the house. He turned the phone in his right palm, raised it up and unlocked it, but did not take the next step immediately. After staring at the dial button for a while, the man finally moved his eyes away and clicked on the smart home APP.
As he operated, the lights on the large flat lit up one after another.
"……Um?"
The voice coming from the living room startled the man for a moment, then he quickly walked to the sofa and looked over the back of the sofa: "You didn't leave?"
Ning Fei was awakened by the light and frowned. It seemed that he took a long time to see who was above him: "Ah, you are back..."
His voice was still a little hoarse. He got up from the sofa and rake his hair while speaking: "What time is it?"
The man glanced at his watch. "Eight thirty-two. Why are you dressed like this?"
Ning Fei also happened to take a look at the phone, and looked up at him: "What do you mean by 'dressed like this'? This is the bathrobe in your bathroom. Doesn't it mean I can wear whatever I want?"
The man saw Ning Fei's head resting on the back of the sofa, his bathrobe was loose and his line of sight could almost go straight through the collar. He said in a deep voice: "I mean you can wear whatever you want in the cloakroom."
"Why are you pretending?" Ning Fei raised his hand and pointed his index finger at the other person's face. "You're going to be stripped anyway, so why not just wear whatever you want?"
The man's face was serious, but he grabbed his wrist and looked at the bandage on his palm: "Why don't you change the bandage when you take a shower?"
"I couldn't bear to do that, so I wrapped it in plastic wrap before washing it." Ning Fei smiled, threw away the phone with his other hand, raised his hand to grab his tie, and pulled him down, "Stop talking nonsense, Mr. Duan——"
The two kissed upside down, but they still seemed to fit in well.
Then Mr. Good Samaritan took the time to ask, "Did you have any dinner?"
"I ate it. I opened your refrigerator and made a sandwich." Ning Fei thought it was funny to answer this question at this time, so he laughed, "If your wine cabinet wasn't locked, I could have stolen a bottle of wine from you."
Mr. Duan generously offered again: "I'll pick two bottles for you later."
"Great." Ning Fei said happily, "But Mr. Duan, are you planning to stay here, or are you planning to take me to experience a bedroom in your house?"
Mr. Duan said simply: "Go to the master bedroom."
Ning Fei: “Wow…”
He just started to sigh when his cell phone rang, interrupting him. I picked up the phone and saw that it was clearly written on the screen that it was Su Cenxi calling.
Before Ning Fei could say anything, Mr. Nosy, who had seen him nearby, sneered, stood up and mocked, "It looks like you'll be busy again."
Ning Fei directly rejected the call, turned off the phone and threw it away.
The man raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"I know my 'criminal record' has made you unhappy, I apologize. This time I will definitely choose you." Ning Fei stretched out his hand to him, "Is my qualification to visit the master bedroom still there?"
"Good Thing"'s reaction to this was to walk around the sofa and come to Ning Fei, then lean over and pick him up directly.
"Hey...!" Ning Fei didn't expect him to be so excited. She subconsciously grabbed his neck to stabilize herself, and didn't forget to complain, "You must be the kind of person who deliberately increases the weight to show off in the gym, and then pretends that nothing is wrong!"
Mr. Duan glanced at him and said, "You'll know how much I can add later."
The two figures quickly disappeared in the corridor leading to the master bedroom, and the living room returned to silence.
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Hehehe, is it faster this time? The car has already left!
But these two are prodigal sons, a touchdown is nothing, there is still work to be done!
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