A little sour and a little sweet.

Song Zhiyan and He Qinghuan came back from the office. Song Zhiyan took Gu Wang's hand, looked at Gu Wang, and then looked at He Qinghuan, "Look, Lao He, since I confessed to being lenient, I don't have to stand up anymore. Alas, I don't think about it either."

Li Shuya was behind him, and she said lightly, "Then you stand with me."

Song Zhiyan, “…”

Gu Wang smiled unkindly, and then he was curious again, why did Song Zhiyan start to "Old He" and scream like this by himself?

Song Zhiyan stood on the left side of Gu Wang, and He Qinghuan stood on the right side of Gu Wang. Song Zhiyan lowered his voice and whispered, "Actually, I really got in touch. I found that Lao He is a good man and loyal. He just took the responsibility on himself. At that moment, I almost fell in love with him."

He Qinghuan glanced at Song Zhiyan and said nothing. He just wanted to leave Gu Wang.

When Gu Wang smiled, his hand was pressed against his mouth, and He Qinghuan saw that the joints connecting the back of his hand and his fingers were all scratched. He didn't notice these last night, and the injury was on his right hand.

Gu Wang was still talking to Song Zhiyan, and the person next to him grabbed his hand. Gu Wang was shocked. He did not dare to stop him. He absent-mindedly perfunctory Song Zhiyan, but in fact he was all his attention on the hand that He Qinghuan held.

He Qinghuan brought the ointment, which was originally for Gu Wang, and used three times a day.

The cool ointment was applied to the back of Gu Wang's hand. Song Zhiyan patted Gu Wang's shoulder and covered his stomach, "Look, I'll pull it every day."

Gu Wang, "..."

Now only Gu Wang and He Qinghuan are left in the corridor. Gu Wang looked at He Qinghuan and whispered, "It doesn't hurt."

He Qinghuan stopped his movements, raised his eyes to look at Gu Wang, and Gu Wang was a little helpless expression in his eyes. His fingers gently stroked the back of Gu Wang's hand, and he slowly said, "I hurt."
Chapter completed!