So Xie Qian had to walk the last part of the journey by himself.
Lin Wenxuan only saw Xie Qian strolling leisurely in the garden, but did not see Xie Qian carrying the heavy load!
Xie Qian's mind raced through his difficult journey, but he didn't mention any of it, brushing off the bumpy ride. "The journey was fine... I missed seeing you, so I came. What about you? Do you want to see me?"
Wen Ying nodded vigorously.
Xie Qian suddenly felt that it didn't matter if the shaking lasted a little longer.
He walked into the room where Wen Ying had been staying these days.
It can be seen that this villager has given up the best room, but due to overall conditions, this is the best room they can get.
Xie Qian didn't say anything like "How can you live in a room like this?" Being a screenwriter is Wen Ying's job, and Xie Qian absolutely respects it.
Although Lin Wenxuan is very domineering in the crew, Xie Qian believes that he will not deliberately treat the main creative staff harshly in terms of living conditions - so the room where Lin Wenxuan lives should be similar to Wen Ying's.
The difference is that Lin Wenxuan is a grown man and doesn't care much about the quality of life.
Wen Ying and Li Mengjiao are both young girls with delicate skin and tender flesh, and they cannot live too roughly.
What happened to Li Mengjiao had little to do with Xie Qian; he was mainly concerned about Wen Ying.
Xie Qian put down his backpack, and Wen Ying joked, "Did you bring me something delicious?"
“It’s not for eating.”
Isn’t it?
Wen Ying leaned over and saw Xie Qian taking out several bottles and jars from his backpack and placing them on the table.
There was mosquito repellent, a cooling ointment specifically for itchy areas, and a bottle of powdered medicine. Xie Qian unscrewed the bottle and carefully sprinkled the powder under the bed and against the wall. He even sprinkled some in the desk drawer, as well as in Wen Ying and Li Mengjiao's suitcases and wardrobes, leaving no corner untouched.
"What's this?"
"Flea killer."
Xie Qian spoke briefly and pulled her to sit down.
Wen Ying's arms were covered with red marks, which made Xie Qian frown.
He took the ointment he brought with him, opened a pack of medical cotton swabs, and applied it to all the visible red marks on Wen Ying's arm.
In addition to her arms, Wen Ying also has many red bumps on her ankles.
The bites left by mosquitoes and fleas are different.
Except for the arms and ankles, Xie Qian is not suitable to help apply medicine to other bitten parts.
"I'm going to stand in the yard for a while, and you can apply the rest yourself. If you want to apply the areas on your back that can't be reached, shall I call Li Mengjiao back?"
Xie Qian stood up. Wen Ying grabbed his wrist and stuttered, "You came all the way from the capital just to do something as trivial as delivering medicine to me?"
Did she tell Xie Qian that there were a lot of mosquitoes?
She may have said it casually, but she herself has forgotten it.
Coming from Beijing and coming from Shanghai was just a different direction, the distance was about the same. Xie Qian would do the same thing today as she and Li Mengjiao had done before.
All this trouble, just to deliver medicine? !
Xie Qian smiled: "The main reason is that I miss you and want to come and see you. Also, anything that happens to you is not a small matter to me."
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