Bo Jingxing nodded slightly, holding the medical box in his hand.

Seeing that the aunt seemed to be looking for something, he asked gentlely: "Auntie, what can I help?"

"Thank you, I just want to get the medicine box."

The aunt walked up and explained by the way: "Ms. Chu cut his hands in the kitchen and had a lot of blood. I won't chat with you anymore."

"Miss Chu?" Bo Jingxing raised his eyebrows: "What is she doing in the kitchen?"

The aunt turned around and was about to leave. After hearing this, she smiled at him, "By the way, you don't know... You are not injured because of Miss Chu. She wants to repay you well and is learning to cook."

Learn to cook, so I hurt my hands?

Bo Jingxing frowned with a beautiful brow, reached out and took the first aid kit from his aunt's hand: "I'll do it, I'm very good at treating wounds."

"Oh, you're a professor at the Medical University!"

Thinking of the man in front of me as the most suitable candidate in all senses, the aunt left with a smile, ran to the garden to water the flowers, leaving the space for my young man.

However, Bo Jingxing did not mean to be close to Chu Qianqian.

He walked into the kitchen with his long legs spread out and looked at him sideways. His index finger on his right hand wrapped it in a few circles with a napkin. The snow-white tissue was covered with red blood stains.

She seemed to have no idea that the pain was, and was torturing a tomato with her fingers. She really wanted to peel off its transparent skin, but she didn't notice who the person was.

When he heard someone approaching, Chu Qianqian said without raising her head: "Auntie, I just poured the tomatoes with hot water, but the skin still can't be peeled off. Is there any way you can..."

"Cook in hot water for half a minute."

Responding to her question lightly, Bo Jingxing's slender figure stopped in front of her and took the bumpy tomatoes in her hand.

"Jing Xing?" Chu Qianqian was startled, and unconsciously hid her injured fingers in her palm, and smiled as if nothing had happened: "I have started taking care of you, start from cooking!"

"I'm afraid you start with sepsis." Bo Jingxing's expression was faint, and he seemed to be unwelcoming her affection, "stretch out his hand."

“Hey…”

Realizing that the injury was exposed, Chu Qianqian stretched out her fingers depressedly, watched Bo Jingxing open the medicine box, take out the disinfectant and band-aids, and whispered in a depressed state: "Am I too stupid?"

"I'm pretty stupid." Bo Jingxing glanced at her and gave a rare evaluation that did not match the word "gentle": "It's okay for you to hire a chef for the rest of your life. Since you are not good at this kind of thing, why force yourself?"

"I didn't feel forced... Um!" He frowned after suffering. Chu Qianqian saw him lifting the tissue on her finger with a different gentleness from the evaluation, and said a little awkwardly: "Don't you dislike having other people at home?"

”

Bo Jingxing treated her wound step by step, "So?"

"so……"

The snow-white cheeks were slightly red, and Chu Qianqian continued uneasyly: "If we really have a future and you are so busy with work, I just hold concerts occasionally, and of course I have to be responsible for housework, such as washing clothes and cooking," she said.

Let you have no worries.”

She actually thought so long?

Bo Jingxing raised his eyebrows and looked at her, opened the lid of the disinfectant, held her injured finger, and said lightly: "Hold on."

Chu Qianqian wrinkled her little face.

Even though she was mentally prepared, the disinfectant was still too irritating, and she couldn't help but tremble in pain.

The wrinkles between Bo Jingxing's eyebrows deepened slightly, and he bandaged her wounds in two strokes, and finally tied a cute bow.

Chu Qianqian looked at the cute bow and felt that the wound didn't hurt much.

Her eyes were bright with bright black and white eyes. She looked up at the handsome man's side face and smiled with her lips pursed: "Thank you, Jingxing."

Bo Jingxing looked at her again, "You want to prepare tomato brisket and sit there."

Chu Qianqian tilted her head and saw the man picking up the pitiful tomato, and quickly stopped him: "No, you are a patient, and the doctors say that you should have a good rest for your injury."

"The injury is in the arm, not the injury is in the hands."

Bo Jingxing didn't care, so he took the pot and boiled water to prepare to cook tomatoes. "But you, just keep your wounds in your hands and don't do these extra things."

"What a redundant thing..." Chu Qianqian bulged her cheeks with dissatisfaction, "This is a compulsory course for becoming a wife, I'm practicing in advance."

Bo Jingxing did not agree with her statement: "You won't marry an ordinary man. There must be a professional chef at home, so you don't need to practice this kind of thing."

Chu Qianqian thought about the meaning of his words and asked dejectedly: "Jingxing, are you hinting that you won't marry me?"

Bo Jingxing was a little helpless, "Our relationship is far from talking about marriage, I'm just reminding you."

"Hmph, I didn't say I had to marry you."

Chu Qianqian was even more depressed and pulled the corner of his clothes in grief, "Okay, I'll do it myself, I'll do it soon."

Bo Jingxing raised his hand and pressed her shoulder, "You can find something for yourself to sit. This kind of dish usually takes a long time, and it's best to have two hours."

"Two hours?" Chu Qianqian opened her eyes wide and echoed the recipe she was looking at: "It's enough to say half an hour."

"That's a quick way, it basically takes two hours in the hotel."

While Bo Jingxing was talking, the water in the pot boiled and bubbled.

He turned his back to Chu Qianqian, threw the tomato in and cooked for a while, then took it out with a spoon and put it aside to cool it.

Seeing the heat on the tomatoes almost disappeared, Chu Qianqian volunteered: "I'll do it!"

Seeing that she took this dish very seriously, Bo Jingxing thought about it and did not stop her from doing anything.

He stretched out his finger and poked the soft tomato. Chu Qianqian took advantage of the remaining heat and took advantage of the transparent skin of the tomato nervously.

After successfully completing the second important program, she smiled so hard that her eyebrows were curved, and she raised her little face happily, as if she was waiting for Bo Jingxing's praise.

Bo Jingxing glanced at her and clearly received the hint of asking for praise, so he had to speak carefully: "Everyone has something that is not good at, Miss Chu doesn't have to force herself."

"It's not a force." Chu Qianqian accepted his comfort, and was not jealous at all: "I want to cook for the person I like."

Here comes again, an unexpected confession.

Bo Jingxing pretended not to understand and directed Chu Qianqian, who was excited, to cut the tomatoes into pieces and boil water again...

After a while.

Watching the tomato and brisket floating in the pot, Chu Qianqian felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment and wanted to take a spoon to taste the taste immediately.

Since she was planning to stay here and stare, Bo Jingxing did not disturb her Yaxing and turned around to leave.

Chu Qianqian looked back at his back and suddenly thought of something: "Jing Xing, show me your wound. Didn't the doctor say you should observe it frequently?"

Bo Jingxing kept walking, and said to her back, "I am half a doctor, and I can observe it myself."

"...I want to see." Chu Qianqian looked at the soup stewed on the stove, and ran to him in two steps: "You are because of my injury, and I want to help you."

Bo Jingxing looked at her sideways, "The wound has not healed, it will probably affect your appetite."

"I'm not afraid!" Chu Qianqian pushed him towards the room, "And, if I don't see with my own eyes how serious the injury you are being injured, how can I measure the degree to take care of you?"

"I don't need to take care of you." Bo Jingxing was forced to return to the room, looking at Chu Qianqian looking eager to try, and wanted to rush up to take off his clothes, "And I've already disinfected."

"Just just take a look, just a glance!"

Seeing that he refused to agree, Chu Qianqian pushed him to the sofa to sit down, gently rolled up his sleeves, and looked at the slightly blood-stained gauze.

She felt so painful in her heart, and she whispered: "I'm sorry, Jingxing, it's all my fault."

"The traffic police have already given a compensation plan, and 70% of the responsibility lies with the party who caused the accident when they are drunk. You don't have to blame yourself like this."

Bo Jingxing looked at her lost expression and raised his hand to put down his sleeve: "I am a man, it doesn't matter if this little injury is."

"Injury is equal to everyone, and it has nothing to do with men and women." Chu Qianqian lowered her eyes and found that he really didn't want to show her the wound. "Jing Xing, are you afraid of scaring me?"

"Yes." Bo Jingxing nodded slightly: "And I don't want you to feel guilty."

Compared to Chu Qianqian who suddenly became obedient now, the arrogant aunt before was her nature, but she was suppressed for various reasons.

Although he was very grateful for her intention, the things that were disguised would not last long.

Just as he pretended to have no special emotions towards Qin Yiren, he still aroused the hostility of Chu Xinian.

"But I should feel guilty." Chu Qianqian looked up at him and said seriously: "It was me who was injured. You took on all this for me. If I don't even feel guilty, wouldn't it be a very bad thing.

Human?"

Bo Jingxing was a little surprised by her stubbornness and said thoughtfully: "It's very hard to live with guilt."

“Thank you for your own hard work.”

Chu Qianqian tilted her head and smiled, and continued with a serious look on her face: "Jingxing, I want to help you, tell me what I can do, right?"

Bo Jingxing had no choice: "I have been on vacation recently, nothing special."

"So sure enough, it's still starting from three meals a day, and..." As if thinking of something disharmonious, Chu Qianqian cleared her throat and said in a pretentious manner: "Don't worry, I'll never do that when I take a shower tonight.

Will peek."

Speaking of this, she remembered that Bo Jingxing took a bath last night, and immediately became worried: "Is your wound really okay? Do I want me to take you to the hospital for a look?"

"It's really okay."

Bo Jingxing pondered for a moment, and saw that she was a little uneasy, and barely found something that needed her help: "I want to lie down, do you want to read a few emails for me?"
Chapter completed!