The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"It's a lot better on the feet," Zhong Mingwei said, looking at the colorful mattress outside the food box. "It shouldn't be wrapped in gauze."

"Yes, when I changed the medicine for you yesterday, I looked at it a lot better," Chen Qingxuan lowered his head and kept untiring the rope, but he had solved it for so long, but he couldn't undo it, Chen Qingxuan wondered why this girl was so tight, and asked Zhong Mingwei, "Sir, where are your scissors?"

"Let's come." Zhong Mingwei moved towards the side table, and stretched out his hand to untie the knot. It was indeed too tight, but Zhong Mingwei loosened it three times, and Zhong Mingwei's lips couldn't help but go up. Warped.

"Why, sir, how did you untie?" Chen Qingxuan didn't see clearly, only looked at Zhong Mingwei's hands and moved, then the tight knot was untied, and Chen Qingxuan felt very rare.

Zhong Mingwei smiled and didn't speak, opened the food box, took out the steaming food inside, and ate it with his head buried.

Why did Zhong Mingwei untie the knot so easily? Because Aghou always tied the rope like this, when he first went to the ground, he was too thin to support him, and he was afraid that he might fall, so he always tied the two with a rope and tied such a knot. At the beginning, he wouldn't understand it, but if he looked more, it would be. Later, when he tied the rope again, he always used this kind of knot.

Chen Qingxuan sat aside, silently watching Zhong Mingwei gobbling, and silently looking at the food slowly at a small table, exactly the same as what he had just eaten at Jixian Bookstore, but with a small bowl of red bean porridge, Zhong Mingwei was obviously Xian likes to drink red bean porridge. She didn't eat a single bite. First, she finished the small bowl of red bean porridge before eating.

Chen Qingxuan looked at the empty small bowl. He didn't know what was in his heart. Some of it was empty. He didn't know what was wrong with him. The smell of red bean porridge from the bowl was sweet and terrible. He just smelled it. Gu Zi tastes, knowing that there must be a lot of rock sugar in the porridge. People like him who do n’t like sugar should be far away from each other, but at this time, he feels a little greedy and urgently wants to know the bowl of red bean porridge. How sweet it is.

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"It's a lot better." After eating, Chen Qingxuan changed Zhong Mingwei's dressing, and he was very satisfied with the wound that had grown new meat. Chen Qingxuan was very satisfied, rubbing the ointment upward, and said to Zhong Mingwei, "The wound is too Deeper, I'm afraid it will leave a big wound in the future. "

"No problem." Zhong Mingwei looked at the pitted wound from the foot to the calf. He didn't care. His hand rubbed gently on the red and swollen knee, and there was a sore pain in his knee, and he wrinkled Frowning, anxiety beyond my heart.

"Sir, please don't touch it there in the future," Chen Qingxuan was busy with Zhong Mingwei, glancing at a small and small scar on his knee, with a light yellow layer of scar on it, and he immediately tightened it. Frowning, he looked at Zhong Mingwei and said, "Did you come out a few days ago?"

Zhong Mingwei didn't speak, frowning at the scar on his knee.

"Sir, do n’t do it yourself in the future, your knee injury is not an ordinary one, and I do n’t even dare to touch it easily. It ’s better to wait for Mr. Gu of Yanshe to come over. You put on pus and heal well, "Chen Qingxuan said while taking a bottle of cooling cream to apply to the knee, and then said to Zhong Mingwei," This cooling cream can't cure the wound naturally, but it can save the husband for a few days. If you feel the pain of high fever and itching, if you feel your knees are uncomfortable, you can apply some cooling ointment to reduce the pain. "

When Liang Sisi's plaster was applied to his knee, Zhong Mingwei felt very comfortable, and it was unbearable for a few days of high fever and itching. At this time, it disappeared. He took the small bottle of cooling cream from Chen Qingxuan's hand. One side nodded to Chen Qingxuan: "Thank you."

"Sir, you don't have to be polite to me," Chen Qingxuan slightly ticked his lips. He went to the outer hall to clean his hands, and then entered the bedroom. He took out a few books from his suitcase and placed them in front of Zhong Mingwei, asking. "Do you like these books, sir?"

Zhong Mingwei's eyes patrolled these books, and finally fixed on the slightly yellowed "Ancient and Modern History", while reaching out to take the book.