Chapter 72 Your son has returned to China to study. If you miss him,
Shang Youqing had just washed his face, and there were still traces of moisture at the corners of his eyes. His pale lips were also slightly open, as if covered with a layer of water.
Hearing He Cong's words, her eyelashes, which were stained with water, squinted for a moment because she couldn't see clearly. She looked over with confusion like a bird tilting its head, and only then did she catch a glimpse of the pinhole bruise on the wrist that he was holding.
I realized later that I was so anxious to leave the manor that I even forgot to wear gloves.
And most importantly, she really didn't expect to meet He Cong here.
Shang Youqing coughed lightly and said "Nothing", and tried to struggle her hand out of his palm, but He Cong immediately held her tighter, almost pulling her towards his chest.
Having not seen anyone for more than half a month, Shang Youqing looked even thinner and frailer.
Just by being tugged by him, the neckline, which seemed a little loose to begin with, slid down from her shoulders, revealing her shoulders with a round and delicate curve, like a piece of cold, white jade, dazzling the eyes.
He stared down and chuckled.
"That's great. Now you're lying to me straight out of the blue without even bothering to find a reason?"
Shang Youqing remained calm and collected, "Why are you asking if you already know?"
There were footsteps approaching from the corner of the corridor. Shang Youqing pulled his hand back with great force. His eyes lingered on He Cong for a moment with a slightly complicated look, then he almost immediately withdrew his gaze, straightened his collar, and turned to leave.
He Cong was left standing there, staring at Shang Youqing's thin figure as he left, and rubbing the remaining warm fragrance with his fingertips a few times.
After a while, he called the driver who was still waiting outside and asked him to go to a nearby pharmacy to buy something for him.
When he returned to the meeting room after the intermission, He Cong had already returned to his reserved and indifferent demeanor, communicating the progress of the cooperation project in a businesslike manner.
Just like in the first half, his gaze never shifted towards Shang Youqing at all.
Until the end of the meeting, Shang Youqing did not go with the dean and others to see He Cong's people off. Instead, he sneaked back to his laboratory and stayed there for a while. He extracted a tube of qualified liquid medicine into a medicine bottle, made a record, and then came out of the laboratory.
Shang Youqing originally wanted to take a ride directly back to the botanical garden, but just as she walked out of the base gate, a very eye-catching luxury car stopped on the side of the road. When Shang Youqing was walking towards this side, it immediately honked at her and slowly lowered the window.
Shang Youqing turned his head and saw He Cong sitting in the driver's seat, his hands on the steering wheel. He said, "Get in."
Before Shang Youqing could say anything, He Cong calmly opened the passenger door and said, "If you don't want others to see me chasing you around the base."
Shang Youqing: “…”
After a moment of silence, Shang Youqing had no choice but to open the car door and get in.
As the car started, Shang Youqing noticed that the destination on his navigation was the botanical garden where he usually stayed. He narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "You even found out where I live?"
He Cong said calmly with a hint of regret: "Fortunately, we haven't found out where you've been staying for the past two weeks."
"...I don't think I meant to compliment you."
She pursed her lips, and the words she wanted to ask were stuck in her throat and she couldn't ask them.
Just as he was about to turn away and force himself not to think about it, He Cong spoke calmly again.
"Your son has returned to school. If you miss him, I can let you video chat with him. However, he's still angry and may not be willing to answer your call."
After a pause, he offered some timely inducement, "But if you bribe me properly, I can reluctantly help you say a few good words in front of Mo Mo."
Shang Youqing raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and then he leaned back into his seat and asked, "For example?"
"For example, tell me now, how did you get the wound on the back of your hand?"
Shang Youqing looked at his profile as he focused on driving, his eyebrows curved, and he told him in a calm tone, "It was an injection."
Hearing this, He Cong's expression darkened slightly, and his hands on the steering wheel slowly tightened. He seemed to be trying to restrain himself for a moment, but he still couldn't help but glance sideways at her hand hanging by her side.
Before he could say anything, Shang Youqing reminded him, "Drive your car carefully."
He Cong could only look back ahead, his eyes cold: "An injection? How many injections did you take to make your hand blue like this? Are you sick? Or was it caused by that——"
Shang Youqing relaxed, leaning his head back slightly against the seat, closing his eyelashes, and interrupted him softly, "So noisy."
He Cong fell silent instantly.
Then I heard Shang Youqing yawn lazily and say, "I'll take a nap. Call me when we get there."
As He Cong continued driving, he couldn't help but breathe softer and readjusted the air conditioning temperature and lighting in the car. Worried that she didn't sleep well, he even played soothing music.
More than half an hour later, the car arrived at the entrance to the main gate of the botanical garden. The car slowly stopped. He Cong did not wake up Shang Youqing, who was sleeping in the passenger seat with his head slightly tilted and his hand resting on her thin shoulders.
He calmly adjusted Shang Youqing's chair to a more comfortable angle for sleeping, then lowered his eyes and looked closely at Shang Youqing's fair and clear face.
Maybe he was really sick, the curve of Shang Youqing's chin seemed sharper and thinner than before, and the color of his lips was extremely light, the pale pink lips looked like a piece of rubbed Manta rose.
He Cong slowly rolled his Adam's apple wrapped under his tie, forced himself to look away from her beautiful rose-like lips, and leaned over to take out the ointment he had asked the driver to buy.
He moved very gently and placed Shang Youqing's hand on his palm, staring at the purple marks on the back of the hand that was originally white and translucent. Although he had seen it once, he still felt inexplicably irritated when he looked at it again.
Even so, Shang Youqing was too lazy to explain a word to him.
He just casually used the word "injection" to explain it.
As if he was just an insignificant human being who didn't deserve to know these relevant details.
He Cong thought with a gloomy expression, but his next actions were still extremely careful and meticulous.
He evenly applied the squeezed ointment on the back of her hand, which was partially bruised, and spread it gently.
Then, follow the instructions above and use the correct massage method to gently circle back and forth with the tip of your thumb until the skin above is completely absorbed and some bruises are rubbed away.
Then he took out a hot water bottle from the bag and changed its position little by little to apply hot compress to the bruised area of Shang Youqing.
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