When Xin Ya came out, he searched for a while before finding Ye Cong in the rest area where he was eating.
After all, it is easy to find a man like Ye Cong at a glance. It is not an exaggeration to say that he stands out from the crowd.
Xinya went over and sat down opposite him, looked at the food on the table, stretched out his hand and rubbed his belly: "Boss."
Ye Cong raised his eyelids and continued eating, "Didn't you already eat?"
Xinya put his chin on the table, "Then you didn't say you wanted to come here to eat?"
"Do you still need to talk about common sense?" Ye Cong continued to eat.
Sprout: “…”
I feel like I've been stabbed in the heart again.
But she still wanted to eat.
Xinya slowly reached out and wanted to take the flower buns on top, but also wanted to be careful not to be seen by Ye Cong.
But when Xin Ya came closer, Ye Cong hit him directly on the back of his hand with chopsticks.
Xinya groaned and suddenly took back his hand, looking at the man opposite who continued to eat, he was still as excessive as ever.
Ye Cong continued to eat and looked at the time. If he had a rest today, he might not be able to arrive until tomorrow night. According to Xinya, it would take several hours to walk after getting off the car, so it would be best not to rest tonight.
However, the injury on his back must be treated first, otherwise he may not be able to drive the car to its destination.
After dinner, Ye Cong packed two drawers of steamed buns and millet porridge.
"If you don't take it, do you want it?" Ye Cong paid the money and looked at the sprout that had not yet moved.
"I want it, I want it." Xinya hugged the lunch box into his arms before he could react. Eating was more important.
After the two got in the car, Xinya was thrown a tube of medicine by Ye Cong. Xinya hurriedly took it and looked at Ye Cong in confusion, as if asking him what he meant.
Ye Cong turned on the lights on the roof of the car and reached out to unbutton his clothes.
Sprout: “…”
"You, you, you, what are you doing?" Xinya said, throwing away the ointment in his hand with shock on his face.
Ye Cong paused in taking off his clothes, looked at the girl with a frightened face and covering her face with her hands, and then looked down at the ointment thrown on the ground.
"What are you thinking about?" Ye Cong continued to take off his clothes. His shoulder was injured and his undressing movements were a little slow. "Pick it up for me."
"I don't, I, I, I won't promise you, you still want to use that kind of thing." Xinya covered her face and stammered.
Won't you agree to him
Hey, this heartless girl refuses to give him medicine
But wait—
What kind of thing
Ye Cong looked down at the ointment on the ground again, and then looked at the new sprout whose neck was now red from shyness.
Ye Cong bent down to pick up the ointment, turned it around in his hand twice, and came slightly closer to Xinya: "Why don't you get out of the car if you don't agree to me? Are you covering your face and saying that you want to refuse in return for welcoming you?"
"No." Xin Ya's cheeks exploded with shame, and she suddenly reached out and pushed Ye Cong.
"Hiss—" Because the wound was pressed, Ye Cong gasped and leaned back on the chair.
Sprout: “…”
Ye Cong watched the expression on Xinya's face change from shyness to shock, and threw the ointment in his hand directly, "Give me the medicine."
Xinya hurriedly reached out to catch it, her eyes falling on his bloody shoulder for a moment, "How did you do it?"
"Who taught you these messy things?" Ye Cong answered the question incorrectly. He even knew about the moisturizing ointment. It seemed that he wanted to check carefully when he went back to see who taught his novice bad things.