“It’s already very light, okay?” Song Zhiwei had no confidence to retort.
Song Zhiyuan looked at the two of them fussing and couldn’t help but say, “It’s really okay, you two don’t have to fuss.”
“How can it be okay? What if you have scars?” Song Zhiwei’s tone was full of self-blame. If he had known that the little rabbit was so dangerous, he wouldn’t have let his sister touch it.
Shen Jingmo looked at Song Zhiwei’s clumsy appearance when he applied medicine to Song Zhiyuan, and took the initiative to take the cotton swab from Song Zhiwei’s hand, “I’ll do it.”
This time, Song Zhiwei did not refuse Shen Jingmo’s kindness and consciously gave up his position.
After Shen Jingmo helped Song Zhiyuan apply medicine, he leaned over and blew gently on Song Zhiyuan’s wound, “Duoduo said it won’t hurt.”
“How is that possible? Who knows if you are looking for a fallacy from?” Song Zhiwei felt depressed and bored when he saw Shen Jingmo and his sister get so close.
The warm breath sprinkled on the skin of the arms, with a itchy feeling. Song Zhiyuan quickly took back his hand, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Cheng Yuhan, who had settled the big white rabbit, couldn’t wait for the three of them. Seeing the rabbit on the blanket at a loss, Cheng Yuhan walked to Song Zhiyuan’s door tentatively, “Sister Song, what should I do next.”
“It’s good to watch.”
Cheng Yuhan thought he had heard it wrong, so he asked again, “Look?”
“We can’t help, just help clean up.” Song Zhiyuan explained again.
When he was intern at the Ministry of Agriculture, Song Zhiyuan followed his leaders to the grassroots for inspection. When it rained heavily, he was trapped in the village. He happened to meet a cat from a fellow villager’s house gave birth to a baby. Song Zhiyuan saw the fellow villager watching and occasionally helped to clean up.
“Then I’ll go back and watch.” Cheng Yuhan looked back at Song Zhiyuan and the others in uncertainty.
I always feel that it is unreliable.
Sister Song won’t lie to herself.
Helping Rabbit deliver the baby until three o’clock in the morning. After cleaning up the mess, the four of them went back to their rooms to rest.
The mountains and forests were covered with mist under the rain, but there was still no sign of stopping. The other groups of members had already gotten up one after another, but Song Zhiwei was the last one.
After Song Zhiyuan went downstairs, Shen Jingmo delivered the brewed coffee to Song Zhiyuan.
Song Zhiyuan stood under the eaves with coffee, looking at the raindrops of the hanging ginkgo leaves not far away.
[What kind of magical existence is Sister Song? Just standing there and doing nothing is just an atmosphere blockbuster. 】
[Stop talking, I am already taking screenshots in a crazy way. I even want to go to the guesthouse where Sister Kasong lives, which gives people a sense of comfort. 】
“Jing Mo, don’t you have my share?” Zhou Qingli’s voice suddenly interrupted the beauty.
Shen Jingmo picked up another cup of coffee and said perfunctorily, “No.”
“Jingmo, you are so inhumane. Not to mention the relationship between our former colleagues, we are still current colleagues, and you don’t know how to make a cup of coffee for me.” Zhou Qingli teased and complained, then went into the kitchen to make coffee by himself.
“It should be impossible to record it when it rains.” After picking the fragrant pears for a day, Zhou Qingli felt a little sore all over.
This is the first time she has done so much farm work after growing up.
As soon as Zhou Qingli’s voice fell, Ma Tao appeared in front of everyone with an umbrella.