The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

After finishing speaking, she walked to the desk next to her, took out the medicines one by one and placed them on top, "This is three pills once a day, and half an hour before meals, take half a pill for anti-inflammatory..."

Ge Zijie put on a vest on his upper body. Except for the area that should be covered, the rest of his skin was exposed. This man was not shy at all, his back was straight, and he folded his arms calmly until An Jing finished speaking. Speaking out, but talking about a completely different topic.

"Close the door."

An Jing turned her head to look, and found that the door was not closed. She always felt uncomfortable in the same room with Ge Zijie now, and when she opened the door, she kept a way out in her heart, and if something happened, she could run quickly.

"Okay, then I'm going out, good night, Director." An Jing lowered her head and prepared to leave.

"Wait, close the door, you come in." Ge Zijie raised his injured hand, "I can't wash it alone."

"Oh." An Jing's body responded to Ge Zijie's order faster than her brain could think, and she reflexively pushed the door shut with her backhand.

With a bang, she shook her back, looked up at Ge Zijie, and couldn't speak clearly, "Wash...Where do you wash?"

Ge Zijie didn't answer her words, turned around and walked straight to the bathroom. The suit pants without the belt were hanging loosely around her waist, feeling like there was a risk of falling off every step she took.

As soon as she entered, she turned on the warm light in the bathroom first, and the light came through the glass door powerfully, hitting the bright yellow on the floor outside, which formed a strong contrast with An Jing's mood at this time.

She has no chance to refuse this kind of behavior of driving ducks to the shelves, or else... now she pretends not to hear Ge Zijie's words just now, is it too late to run away immediately?

"What are you doing here?" The people inside seemed to be waiting impatiently.

An Jing hesitated, "Here we come."

The first second she broke into the bathroom, An Jing regretted her recklessness, why didn't she knock on the door before she came in!

In just a short while, Ge Zijie had already stripped himself naked, wrapped his slender frame in a delicate leather bag and punched it there, burning An Jing's eyes more than any foreign supermodel.

The person concerned looked at An Jing blankly, with calm eyes, "Come in."

An Jing really panicked now, she almost slipped and fell to her knees directly on the tiles on the bathroom floor.

"I... I'm going to get something." An Jing tore off the thick bathrobe that was folded in the closet next to her, "Put it on first, don't freeze."

An Jing walked back to the room very quickly. After she was fully armed, she stood in front of the bathroom door nervously again.

Like the monk who rings the bell in the temple, An Jing's mood was extremely solemn and nervous when she knocked on the door, as if waiting for her at the back door was not an injured patient with limited mobility, but a giant beast in the deep forest that could easily bite off her head with opening her mouth.

"Enter."

Ge Zijie was quite cooperative. The two of them came back and forth, which was more ceremonial than going to the examination room for an interview on weekdays.

An Jing suppressed the fluctuating heartbeat in her chest, forcing herself to calm down.

Ge Zijie had already taken care of herself when An Jing went back just now, and sat in the steaming bathtub. The size of the bathtub was not small, and it could completely accommodate her two long legs, which were too good among girls.

She raised her eyes, and was stunned for a rare two seconds——An Jing didn't know where to find a sunglasses mask, covered her face firmly, and she was wearing a pair of transparent gloves, which looked like she was getting ready for surgery. Chief surgeon.

Doesn't this mean that Ge Zijie is the lamb lying on the operating table waiting to be slaughtered?

The director would never allow such a thing to happen, he raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and said in a helpless tone, "What are these things?"

"I'm afraid it's inconvenient for you." An Jing replied with a normal face, but the answer in her heart was completely different.

Wearing sunglasses is to prevent her from seeing things she shouldn't see.

The mask is just in case, if I have an unnatural expression or blush, I will not be discovered.

The glove is purely to get rid of all the tactile sensations that may cause An Jing's memories of that night from the root.

"It's very convenient for me." Ge Zijie didn't give An Jing a chance to hide, his eyes were cold, and he seemed to be able to see through An Jing's thoughts through the pair of sunglasses that were too big, "Pick the things for me, you are wearing gloves How to wash your hair."

"Oh..." An Jing felt that what she said made sense, she only found a pair of rubber gloves, and she would definitely pull her hair when it got wet, "Then I'll take off a pair of gloves."

An Jing took off her gloves, washed her hands in a very sensible way, picked up one side of plastic wrap and wrapped Ge Zijie's arms in several thick layers, "The doctor said that touching water can easily cause inflammation, director, you have to be careful in the future, Inflamed wounds are not easy to heal, and the scars left behind are not easy to heal.”

An Jing was used to taking care of Anyang's big and small illnesses since she was a child. When encountering this kind of thing, people who usually don't say a word for a long time immediately become as verbose as an old lady.

She also seemed to realize that Ge Zijie lowered his eyes and didn't answer a word, not even an um.

"I'm sorry, I'm talking too much, you should know all this..." An Jing wrapped her up and glued it lightly with tape, but she still couldn't help saying, "Then you still have to be careful, you always don't treat yourself Take your body seriously."

"It's okay." Ge Zijie rested his head on his uninjured hand, looked sideways at An Jing's busy appearance, "Speak, I'll listen."