Drifting Towards You

Han Che lowered his eyes slightly, he could clearly smell the faint scent of her body, and the sighs poured into her nose, which made people feel indescribable.

Su Xiangwan frowned and stared at his wound. His clothes were half open now, and the wound could be seen clearly.

The scar of about two centimeters, although the blood has stopped, the wound is particularly clear.

Because he didn't understand the effect of the medicine, Su Xiangwan acted very slowly, so he had to fumble slowly step by step.

Han Che's gaze swept across her palm, and there was a red scratch on it.

He withdrew his gaze and said nothing.

Su Xiangwan tossed for half an hour before sticking a palm-sized piece of gauze to his wound.

"It's okay." Su Xiangwan whispered, and finally glanced at Han Che.

A layer of fine sweat oozes on his forehead, which is obviously painful just now, not at all.

It would be in the sun, and his face was a little pale, and when he looked at people without a smile, he felt a little weak and innocent.

After putting down the medicine box, Su Xiangwan still solemnly apologized for him again: "I'm sorry."

Han Che didn't speak, but grabbed the palm of her hand, and took the medicine box with the other hand.

Hearing this, Mu Beiting's expression became even colder, and the gaze that fell on Han Che's body was a bit wicked.

Seeing that the atmosphere is getting more and more wrong, Su Xiangwan's small hand covered Mu Beiting's big hand, and he whispered, "I haven't dealt with it yet, can you help me?"

Looking across her bruised palm, Mu Beiting finally let go of Han Che slowly and gave him a deep look.

Immediately, he glanced at Su Xiangwan, took the medicine box, turned and walked towards the nanny car.

Su Xiangwan glanced at Han Che, did not say much, followed.

"Come here." He looked at her and said in a deep voice, letting her sit closer.

Su Xiangwan moved, he took her little hand up, twisted his eyebrows and began to deal with the wound on her palm, without saying a word.

Looking at his tight cheeks, Su Xiangwan whispered, "I just bandaged him because I injured him with the knife."

Mu Beiting just pressed his thin lips and said nothing.

Just now Han Che had already disinfected her for her, but he would just look like he hadn't seen it, and then disinfected her again.

Not only that, he wiped both hands with alcohol cotton balls, then rubbed the potion on the wound, and then wrapped it with white gauze.

Until the last adhesive tape is cut by scissors, the processing is complete.

Su Xiangwan moved his hands, feeling that there was nothing serious about it.

It's not that she can't eat people because of the pain, and she doesn't feel anything.

"Are you angry?" she asked him softly.

Mu Beiting glanced at her, hugged her in his arms, and said in a deep voice, "No."

Hearing this, Su Xiangwan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to explain: "I just lost my mind when shooting, and hurt him and shed a lot of blood. I should take care of it for him."

He lowered his eyes slightly and put his chin on top of her head: "Well, I know."

She tugged at his shirt with a little hand: "Then don't be angry."

"En." He gently kissed Su Xiangwan's forehead.

Su Xiangwan still has scenes to be filmed afterwards, and Mu Beiting didn't stay long, after all, he still had something to investigate.

Not long after, Shang Wen called.

"Master, Han Che was not in the room that day. One of the assistant and the agent was injured and unconscious, and the other was locked in the utility room. Only the hotel attendant said that Madam Young and Han Che met in the hotel lobby that evening."

"understood."

After hanging up the phone, Mu Beiting's eyes grew darker, as if he had thought of something. After a long time, he slowly lowered his eyes.