1642. Chapter 1642 The Great God of Electricity, so Warm Oil (32)

"I'm not weak, and my left hand is not injured."

Qi Jingmo, who felt undervalued, insisted that he should also carry a bag.

Su Qiao thought for a while, put down the bag in his hand, took out a small bag containing green vegetables from the shopping bag and put it in his hand: "You bring this up."

"..."

Holding a small bundle of green vegetables weighing less than two catties in both hands, Qi Jingmo was a little messy in the wind.

Why did he feel that he was regarded as a weak scholar who could not be carried on his shoulders or carried by his hands?

"You have already satisfied you if you want to mention it, why don't you go quickly?"

Seeing that he hadn't followed, Su Qiao turned around and greeted.

Qi Jingmo foolishly held the bundle of vegetables and followed slowly.

As soon as the two walked out of the door of the supermarket, there was laughter from behind.

Su Qiao didn't feel anything, but Qi Jingmo's face turned red.

"Why are you blushing?" Su Qiao felt strange.

Judging from the first three planes, he should not be someone who cares about the thoughts and opinions of others.

Qi Jingmo patted his face and stared at her slightly resentfully: "They are laughing at me."

"They're not laughing at you, they're... having a brain problem, yes, that's a brain problem."

Su Qiao couldn't find any good excuse for a while.

Of course, she also really felt that there was something wrong with those people.

After all, she didn't think there was anything funny about what happened just now.

"Your comfort is not convincing at all." Qi Jingmo still looked resentful.

Su Qiao thought for a while: "Then I'll go back so they can't laugh?"

Although this is a bit cumbersome, it is also a faster way.

Laugh... can't laugh?

Is it what he thought?

Qi Jingmo didn't forget that she had a bad temper.

"That...let's forget it, anyway, I don't care what other people think."

Even if you mind, you can't really go back and beat up innocent people, right?

"Then it's okay, we just live our own lives and don't care what they do."

Saying that, Su Qiao walked forward with the two big bags with ease.

Qi Jingmo behind him thought for a while, and seemed to have figured out something, and a smile slowly climbed onto his handsome face: "That's right."

What do other people think, what does it matter to them?

They feel good about it!

Qi Jingmo felt that his previous entanglement was really ridiculous.

"Hurry up, walk two steps like you and stop for half a day, we can't get home in the dark."

Seeing that he didn't follow up again, Su Qiao reluctantly stopped again.

Qi Jingmo showed her a bright smile: "Come on."

*

After the two of them had lunch, Su Qiao started to give him needles and medicines as usual.

"how do you feel today?"

Su Qiao rubbed his palms, poured some ointment, and started to massage his wrists seriously, not too hard or too small.

"A little hot."

Qi Jingmo nodded slightly and looked at her quietly, his long and narrow eyes flickering slightly.

"That means it works."

Pretty much as she predicted.

Su Qiao was relieved.

"Is your hand healed like this?"

Qi Jingmo's eyes fell on her small white and tender hands, and her ears suddenly became hot.

Although they have been in contact for a while, he even comes over from time to time to help her clean up the room and cook.

Or occasionally make a cup of tea and drink, but such an intimate act is the first time.

He kind of doesn't remember...how he started.

It seems like... since that dream that night, he somehow wanted to get closer to her and get closer to her.