My Mr. Gu is Courting Death Again

It was obviously a very innocent scene last time, with him sleeping and her watching over him, but for him to say it like this was full of inexplicable ambiguity.

Xu Weilai choked on these words and coughed several times.

Zuo An saw her embarrassment and explained softly, "I'm just kidding, I'm not leaving now. I want to help you deal with the wound first. Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"

"No, no, no." Xu Weilai refused Erlian, "I don't need to go to the hospital, and I don't need to bother you to help me treat my wounds. I can do it alone..."

As if he didn't hear her words, Zuo An stretched out his hand, took the two heavy shopping bags from her hands, stepped up the steps with his long legs, and walked into the apartment building.

The rest of the words were stuck in Xu Weilai's throat.

She stared at Zuo An's back for more than ten seconds, shrugged, and had no choice but to let him go.

Xu Weilai opened the door of the apartment, and Zuo An had already walked in with ease. He first put the two shopping bags in the kitchen. After returning to the living room, he asked her, "Where is the medicine kit?"

"Under the TV cabinet..." Xu Weiwei, who had just changed his shoes and walked in, answered casually. He reacted in the next second. When he was about to say "I'll take it myself", Zuo An had already walked to the TV cabinet, squatted down, and stepped out of the TV cabinet. The medicine kit was pulled out below.

Knowing that she couldn't stop it, Xu Weilai didn't waste her words. She said, "I'm going to wash my hands."

After washing his hands and coming out, Zuo An was already sitting on the sofa. The medicine box was also opened. He took out several needed medicines and placed them on the coffee table one by one.

Xu Weiwei came over, sat down, and looked at the several large and small bottles. He couldn't help but smile at such a situation, "Boss, you haven't treated your wounds yourself, have you? This little scrape, please apply some Just put on the red potion and put on an OK bandage."

Her words made Zuo An look confused.

Xu Weilai shook his head. He was indeed a pampered young master. This was not included in the potion he presented!

Because the medicine box was placed on Zuo An's side, she stretched out her hand toward him, "Bring me the red potion inside."

Zuo An followed his words and took out the red potion, but he did not give it to her. Instead, he took a cotton swab. After soaking it in the potion, he stretched out his hand towards her and said, "Give me your hand."

Xu Weilai is too lazy to argue with him. If we continue to argue like this, how much time will be wasted.

She raised the injured hand and spread it in front of him. Zuo An looked at the wound. Half of the palm of his hand was worn out. The flesh and blood were mixed together. It hurt to look at it. It was not as easy as she said.

Zuo An's eyes couldn't help but be filled with distress, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "It might hurt a little."

As he spoke, he gently wiped the cotton swab dipped in medicine on Xu Laiwei's wound.

Xu Weiwei frowned as the stinging pain hit her, but she just grunted softly, gritted her teeth, and said no more.

"Does it hurt?"

Xu Weilai shook his head without hesitation, with a clearly painful expression on his face, but replied, "It doesn't hurt."

Zuo An's movements paused slightly, and then became even lighter.

In order to divert her attention, Zuo An said, "How did you get injured?"

Xu Weilai replied truthfully, "I was followed when I went out in the morning. I had a fight with him. He pushed me down and I was bruised, and then he ran away." "

Zuo An's expression suddenly changed, "Are you being followed?"

"Well, he probably followed me on purpose and wanted to take pictures of me, but I don't know what I have to take pictures of. I haven't offended anyone recently..."