After He Qingchi's knee fell heavily on the cold marble floor, his black satin-like hair spread out, blocking the expression of a moment of confusion on his face. Until he was gently helped up by the man's palm, he couldn't believe that he would make such a look.

Her black eyes looked at Wen Shuchen who was close to her and said hoarsely.

Wen Shuchen held her shoulder, and there was a look of distress between her eyebrows and eyes, and his tone was slowing down, "Can you still walk?"

Under the dark green skirt, the light red marks were already fainted on the knees.

He Qingchi even stood with his strength. The thin high heels on his feet were stuck just now, and the heels were broken. She lowered her head and looked at her, raised her white face and wanted to smile at him. She wanted to cry but couldn't shed tears.

Wen Shuchen's eyes followed her gaze and saw her embarrassment.

“Put it.”

He took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around He Qingchi.

When his shoulders are warm, they are all his pleasant smell.

Wen Shuchen was outside the elevator, and others witnessed it. He stretched out his arm and picked her up, walked straight to the club door, with his long legs walking without rushing or slowing down, calm and steady.

He Qingchi couldn't walk and didn't dare to struggle. He grabbed the corner of the man's shirt collar with his thin fingertips. His fair and clear face was extremely blushing. She shrank herself into her suit jacket and simply pretended to be an ostrich. She vaguely felt that Wen Shuchen had walked outside with her holding her.

The driver, bodyguard and others were all staying outside. When they saw Wen Shuchen's figure, they immediately drove over.

No one dared to ask another word at this time, as if he turned a blind eye to the woman in his boss's arms.

He Qingchi touched the leather of the seat on the back, and the cool evening breeze outside was gone, and it was replaced by a warm heat. Only then did she slowly poke her head out of the suit, frowned, and looked at the man standing outside the car and explaining to the bodyguard.

Wen Shuchen also sat in and slammed the car door.

At this time, the driver went down to smoke and did not drive away.

It is still outside Penglai Palace, with a bustling and lively street view, which seems to be separated from the inside of the car into two different worlds.

He Qingchi returned the suit to Wen Shuchen, but he didn't answer.

Following the man's gaze, she noticed the knees under her skirt.

Wen Shuchen spoke first, breaking the atmosphere in the car, "I asked the bodyguard to buy medicine, does my knee still hurt?"

He Qingchi nodded his head, this would be very honest.

She was also uncomfortable wearing high heels, so it was not easy to barefoot like this in front of him.

Wen Shuchen stayed with her in the car seat for about two minutes, and then pushed open the car door.

He Qingchi's dark eyes were puzzled. Through the car window, she saw Wen Shuchen walking to the trunk, not knowing what he had taken.

After a while, he walked back slowly.

He held a soft thin blanket in his slender and cold hands. After returning to the car, Wen Shuchen had slender fingers and gently held her snow-white calf, and placed her face on his knees without changing his face.

The thin blanket covered He Qingchi's legs.

Such considerate and thoughtful actions also eliminate the embarrassment of women.

Wen Shuchen's fingers were gently pressed through a thin layer of blanket fabric, helping her to press her slightly sprained ankle. Under the warm-toned light, her expression was focused and heart-warming.

He Qingchi's slender curly eyelashes swayed, his eyes drooping, staring at his thin, clearly thin back of his hands.

If I still want to separate myself from him in this way, I can't even convince myself.

Wen Shuchen relieved the pain in her ankle, and the bodyguard outside the car bought all the medicine, making her work very efficient.

He Qingchi wanted to put his feet down, but the man's palm was pressed down through the thin blanket, and his voice was low, "Be good."

He took apart the medicine he bought from his bodyguard and it was close to his knees.

He Qingchi could only sit in the back seat stiffly, his calf cooled slightly, his blanket was removed, and even her dark green skirt was lifted up, piled up on a part of her knees.

The skin is fair and delicate, and a faint red color is printed on it.

Wen Shuchen's eyes swept over for a moment and then moved away.

He put the ointment on and pulled his thin lips lightly, "This is to reduce swelling, so that your knees will not hurt when you wake up tomorrow."

He Qingchi felt that the knees were very refreshing and slightly cool, and the previous pain and discomfort was fading away. He didn't know where to move his eyes under his eyelashes. He looked at the medicine bag again and wanted to ask, "Did the bodyguard buy you antidote medicine?"

Wen Shuchen had calmly tidied up her dark green skirt, covering a piece of her fair calves.

He didn't say anything, but stretched out his arm and let people hug He Qingchi without any warning, and conveyed all the breath about him, Wen Shuchen, through his thin shirt.

He Qingchi's mind turned pale and he forgot what he wanted to say.

She could feel Wen Shuchen's chest was very strong, the temperature was a little higher than that of a woman, which was completely different from his low tone of thin lips. "Hold for three minutes, okay?"

He Qingchi's ears were hot and he secretly felt that he should drink alcoholic medicine for him.

"Did you get drunk tonight?"

Wen Shuchen hugged her in his arms with his arms, which was extremely close. He lowered his head and his face seemed to be able to touch her forehead. His eyes were staring at He Qingchi's thick eyelashes, and his curves were very beautiful.

He suddenly smiled and whispered in a low voice, "I haven't drunk much."

He Qingchi thought to himself, it’s so abnormal if I didn’t drink much

She is going to drink too much, and she is not doomed tonight.

Wen Shuchen didn't care about her secret complaining, and his fingers with clear joints were pressed against her hands on her knees, slowly, his fingertips gently slid down from her palms.

He Qingchi's fingertips trembled, and his fingers were intertwined.

Wen Shuchen just hugged her quietly and sat in the car. The two of them felt their hearts beating. Time passed more than three minutes, and he had no intention of being separated.

He Qingchi couldn't help but look up, and his soft black hair swept across the man's perfect jaw. "Three minutes have arrived."

She wanted to remind him that it would be unconventional to hold him like this.

Wen Shuchen smiled warmly and took off his gentlemanly disguise accordingly. "Does it come? It seems that our time may be different."

In just three minutes, what else can be different

He Qingchi wanted to roll his eyes on him, but he never expected that before he hit his car, Wen Shuchen was from two different worlds with her. He had his secret social circle in the upper class. In her world, he was flattered as the leader of the celebrity, and he would never have any social interaction in his life.

Who knew that two months later, He Qingchi was in his arms.

Fate is sometimes very magical, and He Qingchi himself feels it is too unreal.

She quietly touched Wen Shuchen's hand, "Do you really like me?"

Wen Shuchen responded, slowly approaching her an inch, and the warm breath in her breath passed through her ears, "How can there be fake?"

He Qingchi felt that his attitude of developing this relationship was too natural.

It seems that she is born with Wen Shuchen.

After rolling between her lips and teeth twice, she whispered, "You haven't gotten engaged to you at home?"

When Wen Shuchen asked her blatantly, He Qingchi forgot to ask about his family.

"My family can't be my master."

Wen Shuchen gives people the feeling of being low-key and gentle, not very aggressive, but his regular words and deeds make people feel the pressure of strongness invisibly.

He was in power in the Wen family in Jiangcheng at a young age, and no one could do his job.

He Qingchi's red lips moved slightly, thinking about whether to support him and hug him.

Wen Shuchen said slowly in the second half of the sentence, “If you marry in the future, you will be my master.”

""I can't answer this sentence.

She wanted to light her head, which was no different from agreeing to his proposal.

He Qingchi wanted to use Qu Bixin's catchphrase to scold him for being a dog man, and add a show to himself

Such impulse will be suppressed.

He Qingchi said with a slight smile, "I don't have time to care about you."

Wen Shuchen had a smile in his eyes. The two of them were quite happy to chat. They held her fingertips and tried to press their thin lips.

This is a very natural move, not to take advantage of her.

He Qingchi's dark eyes widened slightly and he was nervous.

Fortunately, Wen Shuchen also noticed that his thin lips did not really touch her excessively clean fingertips.

"take it easy."

His expression and smile were surprisingly gentle and friendly, comforting her at the moment, "I won't do anything randomly."

He Qingchi thought it would be better to buy him some medicine.

"Have your bodyguard only bought me ointment?" She acted to turn it over, but Wen Shuchen held her hand and kept not letting it go.

He Qingchi had no choice but to take the medicine bag with his other hand.

After looking through it, the bodyguard bought some alcoholic medicine.

After seeing it, He Qingchi seemed to have seen a life-saving straw and took it out to give it to Wen Shuchen for food.

Wen Shuchen cooperated obediently and laughed at himself, "You don't have time to care about me."

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To be continued...