When he stretched his hand halfway, he felt uncomfortable, Tao Ling patted Wen Qingying's shoulder.
Wen Qingying raised her head again, her face was calm, she didn't seem to have argued with anyone at all, she just looked at Tao Ling seriously, waiting for his meaning.
Tao Ling cleared his throat, pointed his finger to the side of his neck, and pointed to his injury.
Wen Qingying's expression did not fluctuate. He got a little dirt on his hand, didn't touch his neck, just touched his eyebrows with the back of his hand, and smiled again.
Fine.
Tao Ling knew that he knew what he had, so he didn't say much, just looked down at him turning over the rose, looked at him and asked, "How did it break?"
Of course no answer.
Tao Ling continued: "I think about it, I just saw a girl entered your store, is that your girlfriend? You two quarreled? Did she scratch your neck? The little girl is very energetic. How did the flowerpot fall? You fell or she fell? The young man can't be too short-tempered."
"It's a pity," he looked at the broken pieces of porcelain beside him, "these two flower pots should be very beautiful, the color of the sky, in ancient times this blue was called azure."
"I'm really boring, I can talk to people who can't hear me." Tao Ling sighed, "I have to go back to write the report and work overtime. There is still a paper to be submitted to the religious studies conference. I have to do it. For the courseware in the second half of the semester, there is a platform course that can be taken."
Say so, but don't move.
The rose was replanted in the flowerpot, and at first glance it could not be seen that it was ravaged/ravaged, but if you look closely, you can still find that the two flowers at the edge are different. The lace seemed to have rubbed on the ground, and there was a slight crease, because the petals were too thin and white, and the tissue at the crease looked transparent.
Pathetic.
And the transparent traces will turn black after a long time.
Not only pitiful, but also dirty.
Tao Ling noticed this because Wen Qingying touched the lace with her fingers.
He raised his eyes and saw that Wen Qingying was staring at the flower, as if he was in a trance, and he couldn't help but feel more certain that the girl just now should be his girlfriend, and the two might have had a conflict.
"Let's go." Tao Ling stood up.
Wen Qingying looked up at him with a blank expression and clear eyes. Tao Ling paused for a moment and said in his heart that he was as pitiful as this flower.
He took out his phone to type.
"Do you want to treat the wound on your neck?"
Wen Qingying saw the words he handed over clearly, and stood up holding the flower. The height difference made Tao Ling feel a little pressure.
Although Tao Ling is not strong, he is still 1.81 meters tall, and he doesn't like to laugh very much. Usually, he is the only one who feels oppressed by others. How can he be oppressed in his own turn. The situation at this time suddenly made him a little annoyed.
Fucking pathetic. Tao Ling involuntarily took a half step back.
He continued typing: "Need my help? I'm going to the pharmacy at the end of the street to buy medicine. By the way, I will bring you iodine and a Band-Aid."
Wen Qingying looked down at the bag in his hand.
The school hospital does not give a bag for prescribing medicine. Tao Ling picked up an old one in the office just before he left.
He didn't change his face and continued to write: "I just remembered that I forgot to buy some medicine."
Handing over the phone again, Tao Ling suddenly found that Wen Qingying was wearing a half-length apron, navy blue.
The tall man wears an apron, and the scene does not seem to violate the harmony, and even the apron becomes a little better.
Just when Tao Ling pretended to look at people casually, Wen Qingying put the flowers on the shelf, and then he patted the soil on his apron and looked around, as if he was looking for a mobile phone, but he didn't remember it for a while. Where is it.
Seeing this, Tao Ling was a little impatient and stopped typing. Whether he could hear him or not, he simply said, "Wait."
Tao Ling suddenly felt like a fool when he went out.
Tao Ling, who thought he was an idiot, ran to the pharmacy, there were too many people in it, and it was already a quarter of an hour after buying something.
When he was about to reach the door, Tao Ling suddenly didn't want to go in.
After hesitating for a moment, he stopped.
A boy stood at the door of the flower shop, with one hand in his pocket and a rose in the other, he was looking up at Wen Qingying, his body swayed from side to side, and he looked like he was acting like a spoiled child.
"Brother, can you help me pick another one?"
Tao Ling stood behind and saw the boy reaching out to touch Wen Qingying, Wen Qingying stepped back and stroked a flower and leaf on his shoulder.
Dead little gay.
Tao Ling stepped forward, and Wen Qingying smiled when she saw him.
The boy turned his head to see Tao Ling with an indifferent face, and frowned.
"Guest, do you want to buy flowers?" Tao Ling pushed up his glasses, "My brother can't hear you."
"Can't you hear?" The boy was stunned, "What do I say." He looked a little upset, but he couldn't say anything else. He just pointed his orchid fingers and drew another rose from the flower bucket.
Wen Qingying pointed to the payment code on the glass door, and then immediately looked at Tao Ling. When Tao Ling touched his eyes, he actually felt that the look was a bit sloppy.
He understood it, brushed past the boy, and entered the store.
After waiting for two minutes, the guests outside left.
Wen Qingying stepped in, pulled out a chair beside the table, motioned for Tao Ling to sit down, and went to the sink at the back of the store to wash her hands.
"I said boss, you have too many peach blossoms." Tao Ling said. He was sitting on a chair, and he could see Wen Qingying's movements through the half-open door.
Wen Qingying washed her hands unknowingly, very carefully, to the point of being meticulous, leaving only Tao Ling's quiet back.
The half-length apron was still on him, and the straps were tied tightly around his waist, revealing the waistline.
But the owner didn't seem to realize it.
Look no further.
Tao Ling lowered his head and played with his mobile phone.
After a while, Wen Qingying came out, picked up the phone and typed: "Thank you sir, sorry for your troubles."
"You're welcome." Tao Ling said, picking out the medicine, "Can I wipe the iodine for you?"
Wen Qingying just blinked, not knowing whether she understood or not.
Tao Ling simply pointed to his collar and made a tugging action.
Wen Qingying didn't hesitate, nodded and dragged the stool behind the table over. He sat sideways in front of Tao Ling, unbuttoned the two buttons on the top of his shirt, and exposed the side of his neck to him.
"Hiss." Tao Ling saw the scar clearly, shook his head, and asked in vain while dipping a cotton swab in iodine, "Your girlfriend is a little too cruel? Doesn't she feel bad? A bite is better than scratching like this. ."
"Tsk, what am I talking about?"
Tao Ling didn't know how to write the word "gentle" by nature. The moment the cotton swab touched the wound, he realized that his hand was too heavy, so he could not help but let it go.
Wen Qingying didn't seem to feel any pain, her body was still supported so relaxedly, she didn't move at all.
The wound was completely rolled over, and the side neck was stained with a large patch of strange color, dark coffee, which set off Wen Qingying's cold white skin.
Tao Ling threw away the cotton swab and fanned him with his hand, trying to make the iodine dry faster, the movement was too big, and his fingertips hit Wen Qingying's hand holding the shirt.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Tao Ling hurriedly apologized.
Wen Qingying's hand clenching her neckline tightened slightly, turning her head to smile at him.
When they turned their heads, Tao Ling suddenly pursed his lips, and his Adam's apple rolled twice uncomfortably.
After dealing with Wen Qingying's injury, Tao Ling breathed a sigh of relief.
Relax for yourself.
Throwing away the messy Band-Aid stickers and cleaning up the tabletop, Tao Ling borrowed Wen Qingying's bathroom to wash her hands. After washing, she saw Wen Qingying sorting out a pile of dried flowers.
"Let's go." Tao Ling picked up the bag and medicine, poked Wen Qingying on the shoulder, pointed to the door of the store, and waved at him again.
Just as he turned around, his wrist was grabbed.