Her eyes and nose wrinkled together: "Then you should be gentler to yourself."

Gu Congli smiled and suddenly raised his hand, the wet back of his hand in front of her: "Blow it and it won't hurt."

His voice was very low, so plain that you couldn't tell he was acting coquettishly.

"..."

Shi Yin wasn't sure if this man was joking.

But this did not prevent her from having a very real feeling that her heart skipped two beats.

When he said these words, her heart melted.

Not to mention bragging, she is willing to do whatever she is asked to do.

Sure enough, if Hantang Lengyue casually said something soft, the destructive power would be comparable to that of nuclear weapons.

Shi Yin hesitated for a few seconds, licked his lips, raised his hand, grabbed his wrist, pulled it to his lips, and blew gently.

The cool air blew on the hot burn, and the strange feeling made Gu Congli feel itchy on the back of his hand. The itching climbed through the nerve endings on the fingertips on the back of his hand and spread all over the body, along the spine to the tailbone.

Gu Congli looked down at her, his eyes deep and dark.

She raised her head: "Is that so?"

Gu Congli paused, quickly looked away, and twitched his hand.

There was still clear residue on the wrist she held, a soft, warm touch and temperature.

The girl knelt in front of him, looking up at him with clean and bright eyes.

Can't stay any longer.

Gu Congli took a tissue from the coffee table to wipe away the dripping alcohol, stood up quickly, walked around the coffee table and walked towards the door.

Before Shi Yin could react, her eyes followed him to the door: "Editor-in-Chief?"

He bent down and put his slippers on the shoe rack: "I'll go to the hospital to take care of it."

Shi Yin said "Ah" and quickly stood up: "Then I will accompany you?"

"No need," he straightened up and turned his head, his brown eyes looking very gentle under the dim yellow light of the entrance hall, "Don't go to sleep for a while, remember to eat something."

Shi Yin's sleepiness was long gone, and he sent Gu Congli away, returned to the living room, and put the alcohol on the coffee table into the medical box together with the medical cotton swabs.

After snapping the lid shut, she hugged the box and sat on the ground in a daze.

She suddenly felt a little bad.

Gu Congli is such a terrible man.

To her, he was like a magnet with opposite poles attracting each other. She was obviously mentally prepared. Shi Yin rationally made the relationship between the two people clear and clear, but the more they continued to get along like this.

, the more clearly she began to waver emotionally.

The editorial department is busiest around the deadline.

Gu Congli stayed inexplicably for a while that night and then started to get busy again, and Shi Yin's life was finally able to calm down.

Several times during this period, she wanted to send a WeChat message to ask how his hand was doing, but she held back.

After thinking about it, I picked out the post-scald care information I had found online and sent him a screenshot.

After resting for three or four days, Shi Yin received another WeChat message from Editor Yang.

Ask her if she is free recently and want to ask her out for dinner.

Shi Yin was a little confused. She originally thought that Editor Yang was just being polite, but she didn't expect that he actually came to her for dinner.

Regarding this, Fang Shu's thoughts were superficial and vulgar: "He wants to pick you up."

Shi Yin was embarrassed: "I knew I was as beautiful as a fairy, and countless people of the opposite sex fell under my pomegranate skirt from junior high school to university, but I didn't expect that I have such a charming personality that everyone loves."

"..." Fang Shu looked at her with a confused expression, "Then are you going or not?"

Shi Yin is actually a bit lazy.

But I don't know how to refuse.

"Go ahead," Fang Shu decided for her simply, "Didn't you say that Chief Editor Yang is a talented person with good moral character? What if a romantic relationship can develop between you and me?"

"Moreover," she raised her hand and pointed out the key point, "didn't you say that Gu Congli seduces you every day, making you itchy and unbearable and almost unable to control yourself? It's just a good time to fall in love and cure your disease.

"

Shi Yin: "Why do I feel like a pervert when you say that?"

"Aren't you? You are only perverted and indifferent to Gu Congli."

Shi Yin: "..."

In order to prove that he was not a frigid person who had to follow etiquette, Shi Yin agreed.

The two of them made an appointment the next night. The restaurant was chosen by Editor Yang. It is a very stylish Spanish restaurant. It is said that the chef is a very handsome Spanish guy. There are very few places in the restaurant and it is very difficult to make a reservation in advance.

Shi Yin had never been to this restaurant before. She didn't know how long it would take to get there. She was afraid of being late, so she went out long in advance. As a result, it took much less time to get there than expected. She arrived early, and Editor Yang hadn't arrived yet.

arrive.

She called Editor Yang and gave her name, and the waiter took her to the table by the window to wait.

Not two minutes after he sat down, Shi Yin's cell phone rang.

Gu Congli’s phone number.

Shi Yin was stunned for a moment, a little hesitant, and even had some inexplicable feeling of guilt.

After waiting for a while, she finally picked up.

Gu Congli's side was very quiet, and there was soft background music playing, which sounded inexplicably familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

But unexpectedly, she said "hey" for a moment.

He asked: "Where are you?"

Shi Yin replied instantly: "At home."

Gu Congli fell silent.

Shi Yin felt inexplicably and a little uneasy.

I felt more and more guilty and subconsciously lied.

It didn't seem necessary, she just came out to have a meal, and she didn't do anything wrong.

On the other end of the phone, the man remained silent. The background music on his side gently fell into the eardrums through the electric current, with an exotic flavor, a trance, and the feeling of overlapping with something.

After more than ten seconds, Gu Congli continued: "Really," his voice was calm, "I can also cook Spanish food, and I can cook it better than this chef."

The author has something to say: lily: Jealousy has changed me beyond recognition.

I'm most afraid of the sudden silence in the air.

Learn about the scene of a large rollover.

Thanks to Su Anyan, Blame, Liuwa for the grenade
Chapter completed!