This is summer. Wen Jing wears short sleeves. Her skin is white and tender. Just now, there is still steam in the lid of the pot. The smoked Wen Jing's whole forearm is red, and there are signs of blisters.

It hurts really, and Wen Jing was not able to withstand the pain, and after a while, her body was sweating and she burst into tears.

...

"I'll go to the store."

Lan Mu was having a meeting with a partner and insisted on pulling Yan Zao together. Yan Zao received the call and stood up in a panic and interrupted Lan Mu's communication with others.

Her face turned a little pale and she was panicked, Lan Mu was nervous, "What's wrong?"

He got up and had already arrived in front of Yan Zao.

Yan Zao said: "Wenjing was scalded in the kitchen."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sicheng, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly stood up and said, "I'll go and have a look."

It was almost time for me to say that others had arrived at the door.

Yan Zao also went out.

Naturally, Lan Mu is indispensable, so I can only leave congratulations to the aftermath in the conference room.

When they arrived at the parking lot, Lan Mu and Yan had already met Zhou Sicheng. Lan Mu frowned and asked Zhou Sicheng: "What are you doing?"

"I'll go if I want to, what does it have to do with you?"

Zhou Sicheng replied to Lan Mu in a tone, and didn't even bother to see him. He got in and started the car and left.

Yan Zao: "..."

Why does she feel like she doesn't have to go?

...

The employee applied medicine to Wenjing, and Wenjing sat in the kitchen lounge, and everyone advised her to go to the hospital.

"Manager Wen, you'd better go to the hospital."

"What if you don't go to the hospital and have scars?"

The wounded area was applied with medicine, it was cold and hot, and I couldn't say what I felt. Anyway, it was just pain. Wen Jing was afraid that she would apply medicine to the hospital and insisted on going, "They don't have any magical medicine to get rid of it all at once. You guys are busy with yours."

She felt that she had affected the work of the employees here, so she got up and left.

I cried until now, but the tears in my eyes have not dried yet. With the heat, my eyes are a little swollen.

After leaving the kitchen area and reaching the lobby, she walked straight towards the stairs and suddenly heard a familiar name.

"Vice Team Zhou."

Wen Jing turned her head suddenly and looked towards the gate.

Men wear white shirts and black trousers, and their unique noble temperament is unnecessarily ignored even in a noisy and chaotic environment.

She was stunned.

She only cared about the pain, never expected it, and never even thought of this person.

But when he appeared, her heart was uncontrollably aroused by a thousand sensations.

She turned around instinctively and faced the direction the man was running towards.

Zhou Sicheng ran closer and saw a large area of ​​red on Wenjing's fair arms, and some areas had yellow blisters. His heart tightened and he accelerated his pace.

When he arrived in front of Wenjing, without saying a word, he took her uninjured hand and dragged it out the door.

Wen Jing seemed to wake up from a dream and asked in surprise: "Zhou Sicheng, you...what are you doing?"

She also had a nasal sound when she spoke, and she sounded like she was crying.

Zhou Sicheng's heart suddenly became soft to the limit. He frowned and said in a doting tone, "How can you usually make a sound? If you get hot, you will cry like this?"

As he said that, he reached out and used his fingertips to wipe away the tears from Wenjing's eyelashes.

Many people were watching.

The waiter forgot that he was still holding the food in his hand and wanted to deliver it to the customer, with his aunt's smile on his face.

Wenjing felt a little embarrassed and stared at Zhou Sicheng, "What does it have to do with you if I cry?"

She shook Zhou Sicheng's hand hard.

Zhou Sicheng didn't care about anyone's gaze and took Wen Jing's hand again, "Of course it's my business, I will feel distressed."

“…”

Who can bear this?

Wenjing almost couldn't help but pounce on Zhou Sicheng's arms.

She restrained it.

This was the first time she realized that she was restraining Zhou Sicheng.

He felt inexplicably aggrieved and accused, "I told you not to come to me anymore, why didn't you listen?"

Helpless and helpless.

No wonder those men can't withstand the temptation outside, and she, a woman, can't stand it anymore.

If this happens, she may really be...sloppy.

Zhou Sicheng heard Wen Jing's helplessness, was a little proud, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who are you me, why should I listen to you?"

Wenjing: "???"

While they were talking, they had already left the restaurant gate.

Although Zhou Sicheng is behind the scenes, he is famous at least. Many people took photos and short videos to upload them to various platforms.

It was already dark, and colorful neon lights were lit up on the pedestrian street, and tourists and pedestrians were coming and going.

Wenjing was dragged by Zhou Sicheng like this, and she asked, "Where are you pulling me?"

Zhou Sicheng: "Go to the hospital."

Wenjing: "I won't go."

She worked hard and refused to move forward.

Zhou Sicheng: "Then I can only do this."

Without waiting for Wen Jing to figure out his words, he bent down and packed her and hugged her.

Wen Jing reacted instinctively, raised her hand and hooked Zhou Sicheng's neck. The next second he reacted and pushed Zhou Sicheng's chest to resist.

Zhou Sicheng knew that Wen Jing was afraid of pain, "I'll find a doctor for you, just take a look, prescribe some medicine, to prevent inflammation on this hot day, I promise it won't hurt."

The tone was gentle and patient, as if he had put a gun on it, which calmed Wenjing down.

She looked at Zhou Sicheng. At dusk, his face was clearly contoured, like a carefully carved, but a little soft.

Two different characters, angel and devil, popped up in Wenjing's mind.

Is this guy an angel or a demon?

She tilted her neck and looked for a long time, and spit out three words, "I don't believe it."

Zhou Sicheng looked down at Wen Jing and chuckled: "If you don't believe it, you have to believe it."

He speeded up.

Wen Jing gritted her teeth, "Zhou Sicheng, you are so annoying."

Zhou Sicheng smiled, not following Wenjing's topic, looked at Wenjing's injured arm squintly. At this time, the wounded part was pressed against his clothes, and he raised his eyebrows: "Don't your arm hurt anymore?"

"Ah!" Wenjing had a painful reaction again, "It hurts so much."

He quickly took his arms away. The streets were full of people. Even if Zhou Sicheng was not famous, they would be eye-catching when walking on the street like this.

She surrendered, "Zhou Sicheng, please put me down, I'll go to the hospital with you."

Zhou Sicheng knew that Wen Jing was afraid of the influence, so he let her go.

After getting in the car, Wen Jing didn't say a word to Zhou Sicheng along the way. When she arrived at the hospital, Zhou Sicheng dragged her into the emergency doctor's clinic.

This is a private hospital, Zhou Sicheng's property. This outpatient clinic has been off work, and there is only an emergency department. Zhou Sicheng contacted the doctor in the scald department in advance to see Wen Jing.

Wen Jing was sitting in the clinic, always nervous. Looking at the doctor, she felt the pain of the doctor holding pliers and holding a cotton pad to disinfect her wounds.

His face was a little pale.

An expert doctor in his fifty years old looked at Wen Jing's injuries and said, "This is very hot."

He also sighed.

It sounded very serious, Wen Jing became even more nervous, and she asked, "Will there be scars?"
Chapter completed!