Chapter 480 This President Is A Little Bad 17

Heng Shuai: "..."

In front of Ah Zhao, she must not damage her image.

He put down his hands calmly, and said, "I remembered that there is still something I haven't explained, and I'm going to find Xiao Li."

A Zhao nodded, and saw his flushed forehead all at once.

"You seem to have been hit hard, is there any medicine in the office?" Ah Zhao was a little worried.

Heng Shuai returned to the desk and opened a side drawer.

Ah Zhao took a look: "..."

There are all kinds of neatly arranged medicine boxes.

Take a closer look, in addition to all kinds of common cold and fever medicines, there are bruises, anti-inflammatory, band-aids...etc.

Heng Shuai explained: "You know, I often encounter various accidents, so I am prepared."

Ah Zhao sighed, "Sit down."

Heng Shuai didn't understand what she was going to do, but sat down obediently.

A Zhao glanced at it, found one of the ointments, opened it and smelled it, fortunately, it was herbal, and the smell was not bad.

Seeing her pick up the ointment and cotton swab, Heng Shuai understood her thoughts at once.

"I can do it myself." He whispered.

Ah Zhao dipped in the ointment and wiped it on his forehead.

After only a short while, the place where it touched has already started to bruise. It is obvious that the impact just now was not light.

She looked at the man in front of her and frowned, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Heng Shuai wanted to say that it didn't hurt.

But for some reason, when he raised his eyes, he happened to see a look of distress in Ah Zhao's eyes.

Distressed? !

It was also at that moment that he was blessed to his heart, and he subconsciously blurted out: "It hurts!"

Ah Zhao's heart softened.

Heng Shuai's complexion is very fair, so the bruise looks extra ferocious, and the three-point injury can also be regarded as seven points.

After carefully applying the ointment on him, Ah Zhao bent down and blew it gently twice.

Heng Shuai was made comfortable by this caring service, how could he remember the little bruise on his forehead?

He didn't know how many falls he had since he was a child, and it was much more serious than this.

Seeing that Azhao was about to leave after applying the medicine, he felt a little bit reluctant to part with the rare intimacy between the two.

With a heartbeat, he murmured: "This bruise, it's best to rub it in time, and it will heal faster when it disperses."

"Really?" Ah Zhao heard, and asked as expected.

Heng Shuai nodded calmly: "From childhood to adulthood, I have gained experience from bumps."

As he said that, he acted as if he was going to massage himself. Ah Zhao was worried that he would not have a chance to contact him, how could he let it go.

"Hey, don't move around, I'll come."

Heng Shuai refused with some embarrassment, "This is not very good, is it?"

Azhao was nonsense in a serious manner: "You don't know, I was born with good luck, rubbing it with my hands will make you feel better faster than usual."

Floating on the side watching the lively marshmallow: "..." Why didn't I know that Little Lucky Star still has this function? ? ?

However, no one cared about the idea of ​​marshmallows, and both parties involved thought it was OK.

So Ah Zhao carefully applied some ointment on his fingers, asked Heng Shuai to lie on his back, and stood behind the chair, rubbing his head gently for him.

Heng Shuai discovered the new continent here.

He could see it, Ah Zhao, who had always been gentle and quiet and didn't show any difference to him, felt very distressed after seeing himself hurt.

At this moment, the high-cold president of Evergrande's integrity was instantly shattered.

"It hurts!" Ah Zhao cried out the moment he pressed it down.