He Yunxiao didn't dare to disturb her rashly, he was afraid that the girl would be frightened by him, and she couldn't poke her finger, but she poked her finger after she was frightened.
He quietly opened the door and walked in, and put the candied fruit, rouge and fish away one by one.
Then he walked behind Meng Qingrou and watched what she was doing.
She is embroidering a sachet.
Even if He Yunxiao was not professional, he could tell that the fabric of the sachet was average, and Nanzhu's wife's needlework was even more average.
It belongs to the level of needlework that can barely be regarded as needlework.
It's no wonder that she can't move these things. There is no way to practice more.
When He Yunxiao waited for Nan Zhu's wife to pause, he made a sudden move and snatched the sachet and needle and thread away.
Seeing that the things in her hands suddenly disappeared, Meng Qingrou was stunned for a while, and then looked up belatedly.
"Master Xiao! You..."
He Yunxiao quickly said: "It was agreed yesterday, and I will continue to heal you today."
Meng Qingrou stretched out her left hand and said anxiously: "My hand is already healed, there is no need for healing."
Meng Qingrou's hands were indeed almost healed. The wound from yesterday has already shed the scab today, and it is basically invisible. But is this a good or bad thing
He Yunxiao pretended to be angry, pointed at the little red dot on Meng Qingrou's hand and asked, "Did this just get pricked by a needle?"
Meng Qingrou lowered her head guiltily.
"If I hadn't given you a blood transfusion yesterday, even if you were pricked by a needle, the wound would be small, and the blood would not stop for a while."
He Yunxiao put the half-made sachet on the table.
Then began to teach Meng Qingrou a lesson.
"Do you know that you have hemophilia? Can you touch sharp things? As the eldest princess of Qi, a sixteen-year-old girl, can you..."
Meng Qingrou raised her head slightly, and said cautiously: "Young Master Xiao, Nan Zhu is seventeen years old..."
"How dare you talk back! You!"
He Yunxiao made a gesture to fight.
Seeing him like this, Meng Qingrou immediately lowered her head. The hands rest on the lap, and the two fingers of the right hand are tightly held in the palm of the left hand. At the same time, the slender and well-proportioned legs are squarely closed together.
It's completely like: Nan Zhu knows that he has done something wrong, so he can teach Nan Zhu how he wants to teach Nan Zhu.
Seeing her like this, He Yunxiao's heart softened immediately.
As a man, you can be soft-hearted, but you can't do anything else.
He Yunxiao squatted down, poked the tip of her nose, and said seriously: "Be more concerned about yourself. Fortunately, my blood is still good. You poked your finger today, and there is no bleeding. Next time, I will leave this kind of thing to the maid. .”
Meng Qing said softly: "Myolie and the others are very busy, Nanzhu doesn't want to trouble them anymore. Besides, this is a sachet for my sister, I want to make it myself..."
He Yunxiao thought, he gave Nanzhu's wife a lot of blood transfusion yesterday, it should be enough for a while, at least it won't cause any major accidents if he pricks his finger.
So he said softly, "If you promise not to get stuck again, I will agree with you."
Meng Qingrou nodded quickly.
"Yeah. I promise."
He Yunxiao picked up the needle and thread and the sachet, and returned them to Meng Qingrou, and carefully wrapped the needle in the thread to prevent the possibility of it piercing Nanzhu's wife.
"Back to you."
Meng Qingrou smiled sweetly: "Thank you Mr. Xiao!"
He Yunxiao also smiled and said: "Are you satisfied? If you are satisfied, let's start healing. Come on, be obedient, and stretch out your hand."
Of course Meng Qingrou knew what "healing" meant.
Last night, she and Mr. Xiao held hands for half an hour.
Even though she now has the idea of discussing with her sister not to marry He Yunxiao, but no matter what, she and Young Master Xiao are not engaged yet...
Although the past can be explained by the relationship between the doctor and the patient, but... I have obviously recovered...
Seeing Nanzhu's hesitant look, He Yunxiao knew that his chance had come again.
Without hesitation.
"Snapped!"
The numbness and numbness are transmitted to the brain together with the familiar voice. Meng Qingrou's face turned red instantly, and then subconsciously began to panic.
He Yunxiao looked at her and smiled, "Hand."
In the panic, Meng Qingrou was a little confused, even though she was very shy, she obediently raised her left hand and handed it to He Yunxiao.
"Separate your fingers yourself."
Meng Qingrou blushed and pretended not to hear.
But He Yunxiao wouldn't just let her go.
"Snapped!"
Meng Qingrou turned her face away, afraid to look at her left hand as if afraid of an injection, blushing, pursing her lips, feeling ashamed and indignant. But he still separated his fingers obediently, waiting for He Yunxiao's big hand to shake.
Seeing her like this, He Yunxiao deliberately teased her, but didn't hold her tightly.
He let his fingers start from the root of her palm and go up, rubbing and pushing forward a little bit.
That feeling from last night returned to Meng Qingrou again.
She only felt it from her left hand, which was rough, warm, hard and solid.
It's like a big tree that can shelter from the wind and rain in the wind and rain.
Gradually, her attention was attracted by the slow touch, and she was drawn from other parts of her body, focusing on her hands.
At this moment, the big hand moved suddenly, completely grasping the white and soft little hand, interlocking the fingers, and pressing them together tightly.
Because the attention is all on the hands, the sensory information from the sense of touch is collected quite enough.
A large amount of disordered information made her face instantly red, and at the same time, she subconsciously straightened her whole body and tightly closed her legs. It's like being electrocuted from head to toe by an electric current.
Seeing Xiao Yun tightly grasping her hand again, Meng Qingrou said resignedly, "Mr. Xiao, how long do you need to heal today?"
He Yunxiao thought for a while, but didn't want to make an inch of it, so he doubled the time and said, "One hour."
Meng Qingrou's hand was held honestly, and she protested: "It was only half an hour yesterday."
He Yunxiao explained nonsense: "It took half an hour yesterday, because yesterday I kept holding on and didn't separate."
Meng Qingrou argued hard, "Then must we separate today?"
He Yunxiao smiled and said: "This is what you said, if you don't separate, you won't separate."
Meng Qingrou:? ?
He Yunxiao doesn't care about routines or not. What kind of routine is his wife? It's called fun.
He also got his hand, so he took Meng Qingrou to the place where the "New Year's goods" were placed just now.
She stuffed a few packets of snacks into Meng Qingrou's hands, took the rouge, and put it on her dressing table.
He Yunxiao said deliberately: "This rouge is not expensive, you can use it as you like, and I will buy it when you run out."
Looking at Nan Zhu's wife's empty dressing table, He Yunxiao said again: "Is there anything else you want? Hairpins, hairpins, necklaces, bracelets?"
She hesitated.
He Yunxiao added: "My family has money, so you are welcome."
Meng Qingrou hesitated and said: "Young Master and Nan Zhu are not related, why are you so kind to Nan Zhu?"
"I miss you."
"What does 'rare you' mean..."
He Yunxiao didn't answer in a hurry, but pulled her to sit at the table, unpacked several packets of snacks in her arms, then picked one of each, and stuffed it into her mouth.
At this moment, Meng Qingrou's cheeks were bulging, like a little hamster.
"You ate my snacks, and my blood is still flowing in your body. From now on, you are mine. You can only marry me, and you can't even run away."
Meng Qingrou's eyes widened, she felt that she had been tricked. Because there is a snack stuffed in his mouth at the moment, he can't say a word!
He Yunxiao said: "I respect other people's opinions very much, you have ten seconds to object."
Hearing what He Yunxiao said, Meng Qingrou was in a good mood, so she quickly chewed what was in her mouth.
He Yunxiao started counting down: "Ten! Nine! One! It's over. If you don't speak, I will take it as your agreement."
Meng Qingrou was in unspeakable suffering at the moment, the only thing she could use to comfort herself was that the snacks were quite delicious.
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