Yan Yanqi glanced at the lid that rolled to the bottom of the seventh master's feet, half of his body was lying on the table, and then crossed over, intending to help pick it up.
My fingertips just touched the lid and I was going to clamp it with two fingers, and it hurt in my wrist.
Seeing his slightly white fingers holding his slender wrist, Yan Yanqi raised his head in surprise and looked over, blinking, with a blank expression.
A light gaze swept over her face, Bo Qichen quickly let go of her hand, then threw the ointment in his hand to her, stood up and walked towards the door.
Yan Yanqi glanced at the ointment in his arms inexplicably, and then hurriedly got up, looked at the cold back of a certain uncle, and asked: "Seventh master, can you eat this?"
Bo Qichen: "" "The ointment you hold in your hand is applied to the wound twice a day, and the other bottle on the table is applied when the wound is scabbed, and it will not leave a scar.
After typing the information, I went back to the mansion by myself. ” After speaking, Bo Qichen opened the door, did not linger any longer, walked out directly, looked at the door that opened and closed, and looked down at the ointment in his arms and on the table, Yan Yanqi frowned, and there were very complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.
She didn't want anyone to be that nice to her.
It can also be said that she doesn't need to, because she is just doing the task, doing what she should do, and she doesn't want to be taken into account and reluctant when she leaves.
So Yan Yanqi put the ointment into his backpack, looked at his bloody wounds, and then picked up the gauze that fell on the ground and slowly wrapped it.
Soon, she smiled, just like before.
Walking to the desk, she could see if there was anything she wanted to get in the president's office while the seventh master was leaving, but there was also monitoring in it, although it was not obvious, but as an undercover self-cultivation, every time she arrived in an unfamiliar environment, the first thing she saw was to observe.
She hasn't stopped watching since she came in.
So don't act rashly, after all, it's only the first day, so it's better to spend a few days steadily, anyway, there is half a year, don't worry Opening the notebook and looking at the dense text on the paper, Yan Yanqi rolled his eyes and began to tap his fingers on the keyboard.
On the other side, Bo Qichen walked out of the student union, looked around, and found the figure of Dongfang Shiyu behind a tree, and his eyes sank.
Dongfang Shiyu originally thought that Yan Yanqi would come out soon, so she was waiting for her here, thinking about whether to leave a contact information.
Unexpectedly, Yan Yanqi did not look forward to coming, but he was looking forward to this big Buddha.
After hesitating for a moment, Dongfang Shiyu straightened the bow on his neckline, raised a smile, the dimples were very good-looking, and strode towards Bo Qichen.
"Seventh Master is good."
Standing still, Dongfang Shiyu bowed slightly and shouted.
Bo Qichen was standing here, just waiting for her to come over by herself, "Hmm." ” Glancing up and down at him and her, the seventh master spoke again: "There is a dinner party in Mansion No. 7 on Saturday, if you are interested, you can come, Ouyang Zuo will be there." ” "Really" mentioned Ouyang Zuo, Dongfang Shiyu still couldn't help but be excited.
"Hmm."
After a pause, a trace of hesitation flashed in the eyes of the seventh master, "You will leave later" to the three-word name on the side of his mouth, and finally the seventh master swallowed back, "You will stay away from the student union in the future and go to class." ” "Okay, good" Oriental poetry practice nodded, pulled out his legs and ran, today is Friday, tomorrow is Saturday: