Xinya Yixin was on the wound on his shoulder and didn't hear Ye Cong say, "Let's go to the hospital."

"I can't die." Ye Cong turned his back to Xinya, still insisting on the question just now, "Who told you about those messy things?"

New sprouts: "…"

What a mess?

Ye Cong took the ointment that had been used up by the new sprouts and shook it in front of her.

New sprouts: "…"

The hand that pushed the ointment away paused, this, that—

Xinya is laughing a little stiffly at the moment, it is hard to explain.

"Don't say it?" Ye Cong sneered and put away the ointment in his hand. "It seems that this matter has nothing to do with Sister Mao. Sister Mao will not take you in the future."

"No, no." Xinya said hurriedly, but because Ye Cong gasped, he hurriedly took back his hand, and then whispered: "I heard someone say it when I was filming last time."

Ye Cong said, "Don't understand the inappropriate ones? Can a good child listen to this?"

New sprouts: "…"

"I'm twenty soon and I'm no longer a child." Xinya couldn't help but retort, and used gauze to help him bandage the wound, because he was unhappy because he was treated as a child.

Twenty soon?

Ye Cong sneered and put on her shirt after she finished the gauze. Xinya would reach out to help him with buttons.

Ye Cong lowered his eyes slightly and landed on her slightly fat little hand. Isn’t this fat little hand just a child?

but--

The eyes fell on her neck, and the slightly exposed clavicle was very white. As for the place under the clavicle, there was nowhere to be seen...

He is indeed not a child.

He helped Ye Cong tie the buttons of his shirt and then put on his coat. His little face was still scattered, "Why are you so seriously injured? Are you still driving like this? Otherwise—"

Ye Cong withdrew his gaze that was placed on her and started the car, "Or won't you drive? Then I probably didn't have to be injured or die."

Xinya was choked up by Ye Cong and sat down with some anger, but his eyes kept falling on his shoulders, and his worries were obvious.

When Xinya stared at Ye Cong's shoulder, she received a call from her mother again on the road, asking her where she was and be careful on the train at night.

Xinya responded one by one, and then hung up the phone after talking to her mother about the location.

"Your parents care about you very much." Ye Cong suddenly said.

Xinya just finished talking to her mother and 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 said when Ye Cong looked at her: "Boss, you should celebrate the New Year at my house this year. The food my mother cooks is so delicious."

This time, it was sincere.

Ye Cong raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is he lying to me this afternoon?"

New sprouts: "…"

"Of course not, it's just that this time I'm more sincere." Xinye said seriously, blinking his big eyes, proving that everything he said was true.

Ye Cong suddenly laughed, reached out and touched her head, and then continued to drive.

However, Xinya paused because of his movement, and the place where he touched his head felt numb, and even his heartbeat was a little faster.

Xinya silently shifted her gaze, reached out to cover the place of her chest, and secretly warned herself something.
Chapter completed!