Kang Weizhen suddenly remembered the boss.

In this regard, Yangyang is really the same as the boss Yimao.

One way to relieve worries is to work.

One way to relieve worries is to learn.

**

Seeing that it was the last day before going back, it was a snowy day, Sheng Yang was still sitting in the pavilion reading a book, and seeing that it was 13:10, she was the first to put down the book.

Although it was the last day, she knew that Yi Juan's promises would be carried out, and since he said it, he would definitely do it.

Sure enough, at 13:14, he appeared in the fluttering snowflakes, like an elf in the snow, wearing a long dark gray coat with a black sweater, his thick hair covered by snowflakes, slightly covering his narrow peach eyes.

He walked towards her with a smile on his face, "You really know how to tell fortunes, so I'm sure I will show up."

As for Sheng Yang, he saw bright red blood flowers blooming on the white snow at a glance, and before he came over, he pulled him overbearingly, "Come with me."

Sheng Yang took Yi Juncheng straight to her bedroom. There was a medicine box in her room. His hand was injured, a big wound.

Yi Juncheng just wanted to take his hand back.

"Don't move." Sheng Yang lifted his jaw slightly, not allowing his beak to be opened.

Yi Juncheng was a little dumbfounded, did the two of them get the wrong script? Sheng Yang's appearance is quite strong now.

But he still likes it.

No, it should mean that no matter what she is, he likes her.

He watched her bandage her wounds in a slow manner, doing everything with a rigorous look, her thick eyelashes drooping, and layers of shadows were covered under the eyelids.

Yi Juncheng just found it pleasing to the eye, and even wished that the wound was bigger and the bandage took longer.

Sheng Yang had read medical books before, but obviously this cannot be done simply by disinfection.

"Why don't you go to the hospital?"

She sterilized him.

Yi Juncheng spread out with one hand, and said concisely, "Busy."

Came here in a rush so no time.

"Be patient."

"Um."

Sheng Yang sewed him directly, and he looked at her silently. At this time, he could get a little closer, a little closer.

Sheng Yang was concentrating. At this time, she had a high degree of concentration, stitch after stitch, and finally stitched it up. She was amazed at Yi Juncheng's endurance, because there was no anesthetic at all, and when she looked up, It was found that the two were very close, and because of this raising their heads, the tips of their noses almost collided.

"you……"

Yi Juncheng laughed and backed away, "Sorry, I lost my temper."

"No, I want to say." Sheng Yang looked at him seriously, like a robot so perfect that it doesn't exist, "Are you sure you just injured your hand? There is clearly something wrong with your pulse now, it's abnormally fast."

"..." After a moment of silence, Yi Juncheng became bolder, "Yangyang, do you really not understand at all?"

A crisp and numbing "Yang Yang" can't wait to call people's hearts.

His voice was originally low and deep, but with this "Yang Yang", it became particularly lingering.

"Know what?" Sheng Yang looked at him blankly, like a delicate doll, as beautiful as a dream.

Yi Juncheng had no choice but to say, "Forget it."

"However, I really want to know why I feel a little pain when I see your hand hurt. This is unscientific. Is this something I haven't learned?" Sheng Yang was very puzzled.

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Haha, when God opens a door, he must also close a window. Our Yangyang is so perfect, so she is lacking in this aspect~ Happy Valentine's Day, ask for a monthly ticket~

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