As She Wished

19

Gu Celadon took Fu Jing to the hospital.

Fu Jing was quite taken aback. The cut in her hand was indeed painful, but this kind of wound hadn't reached the point where she needed to go to the hospital for bandaging.

But she did not dare to protest.

Sitting in the taxi hardly dared to speak the whole time.

In fact, Gu Celadon's expression was too scary.

When the dark eyes looked straight over, they were sharp and deep, as if they were about to eat her. Fu Jing was instinctively obedient and had no temper at all, so he went to the hospital to go to the hospital.

Registered in line, it was her turn soon. The doctor simply helped her treat the wound, and at the request of Gu Celadon, he prescribed a box of imported scar removal ointment for several hundred yuan.

Gu Celadon fetched the medicine at the window and brought it to her and said, "Do you remember to apply it every day, do you hear it?"

The tone is calm and plain, not gentle.

Fu Jing vaguely felt that she was angry, but didn't know why.

Smelling the strong alcohol on her body, I can guess that she was in a bad mood.

So is it troublesome to accompany myself to the hospital now?

So more angry?

Fu Jing tried to guess the reason for her bad mood. He thought for no reason that when she was a child, she fell while running and scratched a small piece of her knee.

She felt okay and got up normally.

The teacher saw it but insisted to take her to the infirmary and asked, "Does the fall hurt?"

Xiao Fu Jing shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."

The teacher let out a sneer from his nose, with a slight sarcasm: "You deliberately said this to show that you are brave, right?"

Xiao Fu Jing was stunned.

At that time, she didn't know that the kindergarten teacher had just been taught by her mother, and her heart was burning with anger and anger against her.

All I know is that the knee that didn't hurt before became hot and tingling after applying the red potion.

She could hardly hold back tears.

That sentence has not been forgotten in the past many years.

"..."

Fu Jing lowered his head, feeling aggrieved in his heart.

The congealed wound on his hand was aching. She sniffed, sighed, and suddenly said, "My hands hurt so much."

The tone is low and low.

A more aggrieved faint accusation followed: "Sister, why are you so fierce?"

Gu Celadon was stunned when he heard the words, pursing his lips slightly, looking at Fu Jing with almost complicated eyes. After a while, I said, "Am I murdering you?"

She asked in a gentle tone.

Fu Jing nodded aggrievedly, "Today is so unlucky, you still scared me with a straight face."

Raising her hand, gently grabbing her sleeve and muttering, "I'm not happy anymore..."

"What should I do then? How do you want me to coax you."

When Gu Celadon asked, his tone was very warm, but his face was calm and calm. But staring at her, but so earnestly.

It seemed that no matter what she said, she would agree to it in the next second.