Spear Teacher

In the end, it was Jiang Qiyu who called the staff to deal with the situation.

Qi Yu looked at the two of them deeply and turned back to the house.

Jiang Mian was afraid of alarming others and causing speculation among the audience in the live broadcast room, so he hurried downstairs.

"Sister Qiyu, this is the medicine box. Although the temperature of the milk is not too high, it is better to deal with it as soon as possible."

"Thank you."

Jiang Qiyu was about to take the medicine box sent by the staff, but just as her hand was half extended, it was taken away by a hand that suddenly appeared.

The staff was also startled and immediately turned to look at the figure that suddenly appeared:

"Mr. Qi, you..."

Qi Yu, who had changed his bathrobe but had not had time to dry his hair, appeared at the door of Jiang Qiyu's room.

He held the medicine box in one hand and looked at the staff indifferently.

"......"

"Then I will..."

The production staff member suddenly seemed to have some intelligence, his eyes suddenly brightened, and then he nodded and smiled at the two of them:

"I'll go first."

After saying that, he rushed into the elevator without looking back before Jiang Qiyu waved, and his back seemed to be a little excited from nowhere.

After the staff left, Qi Yu stood at the door with the medicine box and did not go in. Instead, he raised his eyelids and looked at the live camera on the ceiling, saying in a flat tone:

"Come out, I'll apply medicine for you."

Jiang Qiyu looked at his back as he turned around without any hesitation, squinted slightly, and was about to refute when she remembered the three-story two-yuan mall today...

The smile instantly covered her face again.

I can bend my head and serve the powerful!

Thinking of this, she immediately turned into a loyal old slave and happily followed the lady leading the way in front, no, the young master leading the way in front.

As if to avoid the live camera, Qi Yu brought Jiang Qiyu, who was smiling, to the open-air garden on the rooftop.

Jiang Qiyu knew that Qi Yu had something to say, and did not take his excuse of applying the ointment for her seriously. She smiled and stretched out her hand to him:

"Give me the ointment, I'll do it myself, you..."

But before she finished her words, her slender palm facing up was covered by the man's big hand with distinct joints.

Qi Yu said nothing, and the hand covering her palm gently turned over, and the soft and delicate hand fell into his palm.

"Don't move."

He circled Jiang Qiyu's wrist with one hand, and with the other hand, he held a cotton swab that was stained with milky white ointment at some point, and carefully probed the light red mark on the white arm.

"..."

The two sat opposite each other, the gentle night breeze brushed their faces, and the lights in the garden shone on them, as if a faint halo was shrouded around each other.

Jiang Qiyu looked at Qi Yu, who was lowering his head slightly and applying ointment carefully and attentively, and blinked in astonishment.

It seemed that the night wind brought a slightly intoxicating breath, and her mind, which was always jumping around, was blank at this moment.

The man had a calm face, and his three-dimensional facial features, which seemed not easy to mess with in the past, also looked a little softer under the gentle light.

His long eyelashes cast a large shadow under his eyes, his high nose bridge, smooth lines, and then down...

It was his collar that was slightly opened when he leaned forward to apply the ointment.

"Gudong"

Jiang Qiyu heard the sound of her swallowing saliva.

She was struggling in her mind, constantly swinging back and forth between the two thoughts of "How can I spy on the young master" and "See what happened just now when I didn't look carefully when I was wearing a bathrobe".

Qi Yu, who had been carefully lowering his head to take medicine, suddenly spoke coldly:

"You don't use your eyes when you should, but you look very carefully when you shouldn't."

"Ah...ah?!"

Suddenly waking up, Jiang Qiyu smoothed her wind-blown hair with her other hand as if to cover up, and tried to change the subject:

"You are wearing so many clothes, are you worried about something?"

"..."

Facing Qi Yu's sharp gaze that suddenly raised his eyes and shot at her, she suddenly realized that she had subconsciously said what was in her heart, and immediately changed her words:

"I want to What do you want to talk to me about?"

"You'd better."

Qi Yu raised his eyebrows, patiently applied the fragrant ointment to the last red mark, then loosened his hand around her wrist, and said casually while putting away the medicine box:

"Jiang Mian just came to my room to find me, I was taking a shower, and didn't open the door... Jiang Qiyu!"

He raised his eyes, looked at her eyes that began to drift slightly downwards, and gritted his teeth:

"I'm talking to you, look into my eyes."

Jiang Qiyu, who was caught secretly, immediately raised his eyes, and said confidently with a face thicker than a city wall:"I'm shy."

Qi Yu almost laughed at her.

This is the first time I've seen someone stare at someone's neck when they are shy.

He curled his lips slightly, then suddenly frowned:

"Did you hear what I just said to you?"

"I heard it."

Jiang Qiyu nodded as a matter of course, "You said you were taking a shower, Jiang Mian went to your room to find...wait!"

She was a little absent-minded just now, and now she repeated it and realized that something was wrong, then raised her eyebrows and looked at Qi Yu who was in a bad mood:

"You...ouch!"

Before she finished her words, she was hit hard on the head, and the man... A voice with a hint of forbearance sounded:

"I said, I didn't open the door."

"If I didn't open it, then I didn't open it. Why did you hit me?"

Jiang Qiyu rubbed his forehead, muttering, and then suddenly thought of something, looking at Qi Yu with squinted eyes:

"Boss Qi, you bought a three-story commercial house today, not just to show off your financial power as a boss, right?"

"......"

Qi Yu put away the medicine box, glanced at her coldly, and answered the question irrelevantly:

"I am rich, not sick."

He said this This also indirectly confirmed Jiang Qiyu's guess. She grinned without any surprise, and her tone was as sincere as it could be:

"Master, just give me your orders, I will do my best to serve you without any complaints!"

Qi Yu saw her servile look and felt a sense of depression in his heart, and his face was slightly frozen:

"I am on the show this time to take advantage of the popularity of this show, and according to the current market feedback, I hope you can help me block other people on the show in the remaining time, and finally successfully hold hands with me."

"......"

As soon as he said this, Jiang Qiyu, who was still baring his teeth, gradually retracted his smile and a defensive expression appeared on his face:

"Mr. Qi, I am a principled person. You can't use money to corrupt me..."

Qi Yu raised his eyebrows:

"You think too much. I'm just acting in front of the camera."

Jiang Qiyu sticks to his principles and bottom line:

"Then I can't..."

"The show is over, three million."

"......"

"But then again..."