Xinya was focused on the wound on his shoulder and did not hear what Ye Cong said, "Let's, let's go to the hospital."
"You can't die." Ye Cong turned his back to Xinya, still insisting on the question just now, "Who told you those messy things?"
Sprout: “…”
What nonsense
Ye Cong took the used ointment from Xinyao and waved it in front of her.
Sprout: “…”
The hand pushing the ointment away paused, this, that—
Xinya's smile was a little stiff now, which is hard to explain.
"Don't tell me?" Ye Cong sneered and put away the ointment in his hand, "It seems that this matter has something to do with Sister Cat. Sister Cat will not take you with her in the future."
"No, no," Xinya said hurriedly, but because Ye Cong gasped, he hurriedly retracted his hand, and then whispered: "I heard someone else say it during the last filming."
Ye Cong chuckled, "Don't understand, don't understand? Is this a good boy? Can you listen?"
Sprout: “…”
"I'm about to turn 20, and I'm no longer a child." Xinya couldn't help but retort, and helped him bandage the wound with gauze, unhappy because he was treated like a child.
Turning twenty soon
Ye Cong sneered. After she got the gauze, she put her shirt on, and Xinya reached over to help him button it.
Ye Cong lowered his eyes slightly and fell on her chubby little hands. Aren't these chubby hands just like those of a child
but-
His eyes fell on her neck. The slightly exposed collarbone was very white. As for the place under the collarbone that could not be seen...
He is indeed not a child anymore.
He helped Ye Cong button up his shirt and put on his coat. His little face was still wrinkled, "Why are you injured so badly? Are you still driving like this? Otherwise -"
Ye Cong withdrew his gaze from her, then started the car, "Why don't you drive? Then I'm probably not injured, but dead."
Xin Ya was choked by Ye Cong, and sat back a little annoyed, but her eyes kept falling on his shoulder, and her worry was obvious.
While Xin Ya was staring at Ye Cong's shoulder, she received a call from her mother again on the way, asking her where she was and that she must be careful on the train at night.
Xinya answered all the questions one by one, and only hung up the phone after telling her mother the location.
"Your parents care about you very much." Ye Cong said suddenly.
Xinya just finished the call with her mother when she heard Ye Cong's words. She suddenly thought of what he said before that he grew up in an orphanage with the young lady, and suddenly felt a little distressed.
Xinya thought, patted Ye Cong's arm gently, and when Ye Cong looked at her, she said, "Boss, why don't you celebrate the New Year at my house this year? My mother's cooking is delicious."
This time, it was sincere.
Ye Cong raised his eyebrows slightly, "Did you lie to me this afternoon?"
Sprout: “…”
"Of course not, I'm just more sincere this time." Xinya said seriously, blinking his big eyes to prove that what he said was true.
Ye Cong suddenly laughed, reached out and touched her head, and then continued driving.
However, Xin Ya paused because of his action. There was a tingling sensation on her head where he touched her, and even her heart beat faster unconsciously.
Xinya silently shifted his gaze, stretched out his hand to cover his chest, and secretly warned himself something.