Chapter 99 Her Care (9)

Song Qingchun let out a sigh of relief as he ran all the way downstairs.

Why is she so stupid, even if she saw the palm prints on his face, she couldn't say it... Fortunately, she ran fast just now, if she was slower, his angry look at that time might have killed her up...

Song Qingchun patted her chest as she entered the restaurant. She sat at the dining table, picked up the chopsticks, and was just about to eat when she saw blood on the arm holding the chopsticks.

Song Qingchun threw away the chopsticks abruptly, and began to check her body. She looked back and forth several times to make sure that she was not injured.

So, the blood on her wrist...

Song Qingchun subconsciously raised her head and looked at the ceiling... Only Su Zhinian grabbed her wrist just now... Was his hand injured?

Song Qingchun also thought of the slap marks on Su Zhinian's face. Although the light in the room was very poor and she couldn't see it very accurately, she could still tell that his face was very swollen.

What happened to him today?

Song Qingchun sat on the dining chair and thought for a while before shaking his head vigorously.

What happened to him and what did it matter to her?

She and him haven't gotten to know each other yet, and she needs to worry about him so much!

Yes, she doesn't need to worry about it!

Song Qingchun nodded vigorously, stood up, walked into the bathroom, washed off the blood on his wrist, and then returned to the restaurant, sat at the dining table, picked up the chopsticks, and ate like no one else was there. meal.

Song Qingchun only took a few mouthfuls before stopping.

At any rate, he and she knew each other well. Although she felt a little resentment towards him in her heart, he seemed to be seriously injured. It didn't seem too good for her to just sit back and ignore him, didn't she?

She bit her chopsticks and thought for a while, then raised her head, glanced at the ceiling, then continued to lower her head to eat, took a few bites, then raised her head to look at the ceiling, repeated this many times, Song Qingchun finally put down the chopsticks , into the kitchen.

He signed a contract with her. During these one hundred days, she will be responsible for his daily necessities, so if he is injured, she should also take care of him.

While thinking about it, Song Qingchun touched two eggs and boiled them in plain water.

Song Qingchun stood in front of the gas stove for half a minute, then turned around and left the kitchen, went to the bedroom upstairs to get a coat, put it on, and walked out of the villa.

When Song Qingchun came back, the white water eggs had already been boiled. She took the eggs out and soaked them in cold water for a few minutes before reaching out to test the temperature. Put it in a small dish and carry it upstairs.

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Maybe it was because he hadn't touched a woman for a long time, and Su Zhinian, who was always innocent, felt that the fire in his body couldn't be extinguished even after Song Qingchun had been away for such a long time.

In the end, he simply went directly to the open-air balcony, blowing the cold winter wind.

The temperature of more than ten degrees below zero gradually forced back the hotness in his heart.

He looked at the unmelted white snow on the roof not far away, and listened to all kinds of small sounds Song Qingchun made, the sound of the induction cooker being turned on, the sound of boiling water, the sound of her going up and down, and her running out of the villa The sound of footsteps... Then the fluctuating mood gradually calmed down.

She left the villa for less than ten minutes before trotting back all the way.