He skillfully took the first-aid kit from the car and personally bandaged Song Qingqing's wound.
Disinfect first, then apply the medicine, starting with the back of the hand.
"Say something if it hurts." Sikong Xingchen said this before applying the alcohol.
However, Song Qingqing, who was seduced by his good looks, did not hear what he said clearly.
Because she was in a trance, feeling like she was dreaming.
Isn't this just a dream?
She was actually treated by Sikong Xingchen himself—a scene that only happened in her previous life when their relationship was about to be confirmed.
By the way, what is their relationship now?
"Ouch!" It hurts so much that Song Qingqing's phoenix eyes turned red.
Upon seeing this, Sikong Xingchen quickly stopped what he was doing, lowered his handsome face slightly, and breathed on the back of her hand.
The fragrance it emitted almost made Song Qingqing faint.
Oh my god, why is he suddenly so gentle? So gentle that she wants to pounce on him right now and do this and that, and so on.
Without hesitation, Song Qing tackled Sikong Xingchen, who was holding the alcohol, to the ground under the back seat with a powerful, forceful motion.
Their eyes met; one had a face covered in black soot, the other was breathtakingly handsome.
The two stared at each other for a moment, and Song Qingqing began to press down, but before she could make any further movements, she flipped over and became the one being pressed down.
"..." Song Qingqing was dumbfounded. She was about to flip back like a pancake when Sikong Xingchen pressed her down firmly, making her unable to move.
"Are we dating now?" Since we can't change that, let's just leave it at that.
However, the relationship needs to be established first; I can't just take advantage of him without taking responsibility for him.
"What do you think!" Sikong Xingchen paused, then flashed a dazzling smile that stunned Song Qingqing.
“I…I think so.” With that, Song Qingqing boldly hooked her arm around the other person’s neck, preparing to pull them down.
But before she could succeed, a small mirror appeared in front of her.
Song Qingqing was stunned and looked at the African refugee in the mirror.
After blinking several times, Song Qingqing cried out in surprise, jumped up, shoved Sikong Xingchen aside, and rushed out of the car.
How utterly embarrassing! How utterly humiliating! She actually had to walk around in front of Sikong Xingchen with that face on her face. I just want to die.
After an awkward and hesitant walk, Song Qingqing found a secluded spot and started drawing circles.
The gloomy atmosphere persisted until Sikong Xingchen dragged her aside again to apply medicine and bandage her wound.
After a long mental preparation, she finally lifted her dark face and asked softly, "Do I look awful like this?"
Her voice was very soft; if it weren't for the quiet surroundings, Sikong Xingchen might not have been able to hear it.
"Yes, it is very dirty!" Sikong Xingchen's voice was very pleasant, like a mountain stream, clear and cool.
The breath on Song Qingqing's face made her blush involuntarily.
But when she thought about what he had just said, she felt terrible. Just as she was about to say something, she saw him take out a wet handkerchief and start wiping her face.
His movements were incredibly gentle, as if he were handling a precious treasure, causing Song Qingqing to blush again and forget her earlier gloom.
The two lingered like this for a while before Song Qingqing finally got up to leave.
However, before leaving, Sikong Xingchen lent Old Wang to her.
With Lao Wang's help, Song Qingqing successfully sent all the dozen or so people who had attacked her to the police station.
Although she couldn't be sure if all of them could serve ten or eight years in prison, they had committed murder for money, so they should at least be locked up for a while.
Especially Song Qingyi, who was the mastermind behind the incident; she refused to believe that Song Qingyi could still get out.
Thinking of this, she was in a great mood and rode her blue car back to the shop in a swaggering manner.
When I returned, the shop was busy.
Song Qingqing stepped forward, rolled up her sleeves, and prepared to get to work. As soon as Zhang Xiaoyan saw that Song Qingqing's hands and head were covered in injuries, she immediately asked what had happened. When she learned that Song Qingqing had been injured in a fight, she told her to rest.
Song Qingqing refused, as there were only the two of them in the shop.
It was the busiest time of year, so naturally we couldn't let her do it all by herself.
So, ignoring Zhang Xiaoyan's objections, he sat down to the side and weighed the goods for everyone, giving them change.
This busy work continued until the city lights came on. Song Qingqing gave Zhang Xiaoyan twenty yuan and sent her home before she finally had a chance to catch her breath.
She sat on a small stool and rested for a long time. She was about to close the door and go out to eat when, unexpectedly, Old Wang personally brought her a nutritious meal.
"Miss Song, you won't need to cook anymore. The boss has ordered three meals a day for you, and it will be delivered to you every day starting today." Old Wang was very happy that Sikong Xingchen cared so much about Song Qingqing.
"Then please thank him for me!" Song Qingqing was a little embarrassed, but she didn't refuse.
Her relationship with Sikong Xingchen can be considered officially confirmed!
She had absolutely no problem with him.
She enjoyed a pleasant dinner, washed up, and lay in bed. She started counting her money. She had earned two hundred yuan today, and adding that to her previous earnings, she had now earned over a thousand yuan.
Not bad, not bad. If this continues, she can earn five or six thousand a month.
However, with school starting soon, she needs to find another trustworthy person.
Both she and Zhang Xiaoyan had to go to school, so they definitely didn't have time during the day.
Therefore, she needs to hire someone as soon as possible to help her watch the shop, collect vegetables, and arrange them.
With this question in mind, she drifted off to sleep.
The next day, she got up early and had just finished washing up when someone brought her a nutritious breakfast. It was so thoughtful.
Song Qingqing happily accepted the breakfast and enjoyed it with peace of mind. Afterwards, she went to Happiness Community to see her house.
Yesterday she drew two numbers, one was 301 in Building 6 and the other was 101 in Building 2, but she was unlucky. Just as she found the entrance to Building 2, she encountered Tu Hongyan, who looked haggard.
Song Jiajia didn't go home all night yesterday, and Tu Hongyan was extremely worried.
She thought something had happened to Song Jiajia and Song Qingqing, but she was relieved to hear from the villagers that she saw Song Qingqing leave.
But her daughter hasn't come back yet.
She was worried about what had happened on the top of Matou Mountain yesterday and where her daughter had gone, when she ran into Song Qingqing.
Without a second thought, he rushed forward, grabbed Song Qingqing's hand, and said, "Qingqing, where is my Jiajia? Did you kill her? Tell me!"
Upon hearing this, Song Qingqing sneered inwardly. This person immediately accused her of killing Song Jiajia; she probably knew about what happened yesterday too!
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but recall the smooth cut at the top of the mountain yesterday, and suddenly it dawned on her, "Did you also go to the top of Matou Mountain yesterday?"
With that, she forcefully pushed Tu Hongyan away.
The latter was stumped by her question. His eyes flickered, and he denied it to the death, saying, "I didn't. Why would I go to Matou Mountain? I went home to pack my things after drawing a number yesterday."
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