Lin Miao's eyes flashed slightly, and he lowered his head quickly.

After changing her shoes, she turned to the dining room.

When I opened the cabinet by the window, the medical box was indeed still in the old place.

Lin Miao took out the box and opened it.

The medicines inside were indeed replaced by the latest production date today, and some of them were new medicines that had just been released.

"Is there anything else missing?"

Luo Yan came over and asked.

"Lin Miao glanced at him, pulled the stool, and signaled him to sit down.

He picked up his sleeves, ignored him and deliberately cut open his sleeves piece by piece.

The sharp edge moved between his flesh and the material, and the finely textured material was cut into two wide and narrow pieces, falling down.

Lin Miao looked at Luo Yan with a provocation.

Luo Yan smiled and looked doting.

Lin Miao stretched her face and continued to cut it.

But this time, she cut off the entire sleeve along the lines of her arm.

At this time, Luo Yan's wound was exposed to the air.

Lin Miao looked at the arrogant arm scratching the little arm, and the flesh was turned open and the white wound had appeared, and gritted her teeth hard.

"When will I be injured?"

"In the afternoon," Lin Miao's face was so heavy that ink could drip out, and Luo Yan hurriedly answered honestly.

"After afternoon? What time is it now?"

Lin Miao asked coldly.

Luo Yan glanced at the watch hanging on the wall and said nothing.

Lin Miao snorted coldly, opened the potion bottle, pulled the cotton pad, and cleaned the wound.

Potion irritates wounds.

Luo Yan raised his eyes.

Lin Miao kept his face cold and said nothing.

Just keep moving your hands.

I noticed Luo Yan, she looked back coldly.

Luo Yan was in a loss and was busy lowering his head.

Lin Miao hummed gently, threw away the blood-stained cotton cotton, took the bandage that had been completely soaked by the potion, and pressed the wound on both light and heavy.

"Hiss," the severe pain hit his body instantly, and Luo Yan couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to stop it.

But he was wearing plaster with one hand, while Lin Miao pressed the other.

He could only lean on his head and lean on Lin Miao's arm.

"I know it hurts?"

A faint cold fragrance mixed with a little blood hit Lin Miao's heart trembled and he endured it.

"I know, I'm wrong, really," Luo Yan put on a very sincere expression, only with tears in his eyes.

Lin Miao hummed lightly with his nose, relaxed his strength, and bandaged him carefully.

After tied the knot, she stood up and went out.

"You're leaving?"

Luo Yan followed by the door.

"Otherwise," Lin Miao put on his shoes and went to the door.

"Wait a minute," Seeing Lin Miao leaving, Luo Yan grabbed her.

Lin Miao turned sideways and saw the blue veins bulging on his forehead, and knew that it was pulling the wound.

She dared not move again.

"The bus has stopped at this time, otherwise," Lin Miao looked at him, and Luo Yan said a little while, "Or I'll let Xiao Zhao give you?"

"Okay," Lin Miao nodded with a smile.

Luo Yan let go of his hand dejectedly and signaled to the phone in the hall.

"He should leave now, please call him."

Lin Miao changed his shoes and went to the living room.

Luo Yan turned his head slightly, pursed his lips in annoyance before following him.

In the living room, Lin Miao had already picked up the phone.

Luo Yan reported a string of numbers.

Lin Miao passed by and someone quickly picked it up.

"boss."

"It's me," Lin Miaoqingqian.

"Hello, Miss Lin, is it the boss who is so late?"

Xiao Zhao asked.

Lin Miao turned his head, Luo Yan came over, bent down, and approached.

"Come here and send Miss Lin back."

"Okay, I'll come right away," the other side of the microphone was quiet for a moment before responding.

Lin Miao put the phone down and looked at Luo Yan.

Just now, Xiao Zhao's voice was too obvious. Anyone who is an adult would understand what it means.

"You sit back first, I'll go clean up," Luo Yan turned to the dining room.

"How do you clean up?"

They have become the male version of Venus, so why are you showing off?

Lin Miao followed him to the dining room and neatly packed the medicine box. She took a broom and sorted out the debris on the ground.

Luo Yan leaned against the door and watched her busy.

Suddenly, he had the illusion of returning to the past.

Lin Miao was the same at that time, and cleaned up the house.

A few slow knocks sounded at the door.

"Here," Lin Miao put the broom on his back, carried his bag, and walked over Luo Yan to the door.

Luo Yan came to his senses and hurriedly followed him.

Lin Miao put on her shoes and opened the door.

Xiao Zhao grinned subconsciously.

Before I could laugh, my neck suddenly felt cold.

He raised his eyes and faced Luo Yan's cold eyes.

"The wound cannot be wet. The wound is too deep. I will come back tomorrow morning. If the situation is not good, I will have to be stitched," Lin Miao explained.

"Okay," Luo Yan opened his eyes and smiled slightly at Lin Miao.

Lin Miao had turned around and went downstairs.

Xiao Zhao shrank his neck and kept up.

When he turned to the corner that Luo Yan couldn't see, he secretly touched his neck.

Luo Yan turned to the balcony and watched the car slowly leave.

More than an hour later, Xiao Zhao called and said that he had sent the person to the place safely.

Luo Yan hummed and said, "Come and pick me up one and a half hours tomorrow morning."

Xiao Zhao glanced at the time in the car. It was almost early morning. If he had gone early, he would have to sleep for three or four hours when he went back.

"It's the boss," he answered happily.

After hanging up the phone, he dialed the phone home again.

"Wife, I won't go back tonight, I'll go home early tomorrow."

I don’t know what was said on the other end of the phone, Xiao Zhao hung up the phone with a happy expression, drove the car to the bottom of the small building, placed it in a flat driver’s seat, and found a comfortable position to sleep.
To be continued...