The boss of fast time travel said that I am sweeter than sugar

Chapter 29
The prerequisite for doing all this well is to take your life into your own hands.

Don't let anyone with bad intentions intervene in her life, let her life follow the path she wants to go.

"Heh, I heard that you don't have a good relationship with that Lin Xiaoling. Now it seems that it is indeed the case. Do you want to oppose her actions?"

Qing Huan raised her brows, and said with undisguised disdain in her tone: "That's just one, and the other is that I don't like you."

Sheng Yimo was really hitting the gun. Qing Huan was in an extremely bad mood because of the mysterious gift package. As a result, Sheng Yimo happened to come over at this time, and he said something that made Qing Huan unhappy. If you are happy, it is normal for you to use such retort language.

Sheng Yimo raised the corners of his lips dangerously and raised his right eyebrow slightly.

"Oh, you don't like me?"

Qing Huan admitted: "Of course."

Qing Huan can finally be sure of one thing now, the sight she noticed that day was not an illusion, and Lin Xiaoling really went there with other purposes that day, but was interrupted midway.

On this crowded street, Qing Huan and Sheng Yimo were not very conspicuous, just like ordinary friends who met on the road.

But the current atmosphere between the two is really interesting, and no one wants to take a small step back.

Sheng Yimo nodded: "Tsk, it's very interesting."

Interesting is only interesting.

Sheng Yimo looked at Qing Huan now as if he was looking at a commodity, and it was an extremely cheap and inevitable commodity.

Qing Huan didn't like it very much.

He lifted his foot and left first, but Sheng Yimo did not catch up.

It's just a commodity, so there's no need to care so much about it.

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"Who hurt you?"

When Qing Huan heard this voice, she subconsciously stopped, knowing what Lin Shijin was asking, she pursed her lips.

"I accidentally got hit by the corner of the table." After answering this sentence, he planned to go back to the room, not wanting to be in this environment where he still didn't know how to get along.

Lin Shijin's voice seemed a little hoarse: "Why didn't you apply the medicine?"

Qing Huan really didn't care much about the wound, because apart from the slightly scary wound, there really wasn't much else, and even the pain was very subtle: "Small injury."

It was Lin Shijin who found Qing Huan on the street that day, and he never said anything about liking or disliking after that day.

It seemed that all this could pass so peacefully, but today Lin Shijin spoke again at this time, with concern, and the tone made Qing Huan's heart flutter.

Lin Shijin had already turned around and took out the medicine box: "After applying the medicine, go to sleep."

Qing Huan walked towards Lin Shijin uncontrollably.

Some nodded in a daze: "Okay."

Immediately, when Qing Huan realized what she had done, her hand was already held in Lin Shijin's, and a slight cold feeling came from her wrist.

The wound, which was not very painful at first, felt a slight sting when it touched the ointment. Following the slight sting, Lin Shijin's cold voice sounded: "It hurts a little, bear with it, and tell me if it hurts."

I don't know whether it's a psychological effect or a physical feeling, but Qing Huan actually feels that the wound really doesn't hurt that much anymore.

Lin Shijin gently applied the ointment to Qing Huan's wound.

This wound is indeed terrifying, and the flesh and blood can already be seen clearly. If it is really a wound touched by the corner of the table, how sharp is the corner of the table?

(End of this chapter)