The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend Chapter 142 - 126

Rong Zhi didn’t go over, just said, "Anything is fine."

Who knew Bai Su this ti wouldn’t give up and insisted on having her go; she couldn’t help but frown, taking a few steps closer.

Bai Su reached out to pull her in; Rong Zhi paused slightly and leaned back to avoid his hand, "What is it?"

"Your hand," Bai Su opened his palm, his eyelids slightly lifted with a fleeting glance on the back of her hand, "Let take a look?"

Rong Zhi followed his gaze, looking at the back of her hand, only then noticing a few streaks of dried blood she didn’t know when had appeared, quite conspicuous on her cold, fair skin.

Thinking back, it was probably earlier when Feng Mian scratched her.

She didn’t pay much attention.

"Just alcohol will do." She flexed her wrist and put down the cup to find the dical kit.

Bai Su got up, and as she picked up the dical kit, he took it first, pulling her to sit on the sofa without a word.

He gently and carefully rolled up the teenager’s sleeve; originally, he just wanted to roll it up to the wrist, but halfway through, a deeper, redder scratch caught his eye, making him press his lips slightly and roll the sleeve up to the elbow.

People near death exert more force than usual; Feng Mian had lost his mind, scratching randomly, leaving horrifying crosswise wounds on her slender forearm.

Bai Su found the alcohol, opened it, and soaked a cotton swab, his charming peach blossom eyes lowered, his voice a bit muffled, with traces of hidden fierceness, "Who hurt you?"

Rong Zhi looked at him. The alcohol moistened the scratches, causing a slightly cool sensation and a faint stinging pain on her arm, prompting her to speak lightly, "A rebellious child."

Bai Su nodded, focusing on treating her wounds, occasionally blowing on them, muttering like coaxing a child, "Teacher blow blow, pain pain fly away," making Rong Zhi dazed for a mont, thinking she was back in her childhood.

She snapped back and raised her eyebrows slightly, amused in her heart.

In her childhood, she had a bad temper; before she gained understanding, He Songzhi approached her cautiously, let alone after the accident, neighbors treated her like a flood or monster, avoiding her like the plague.

Fortunately, when escaping from the traffickers’ den, she t Fu Liang, who pitied her and took her as a disciple.

And He Songzhi, unwilling to see her suffer, painfully sent her to Zhou Yin Mountain to avoid worldly affairs with Fu Liang.

Since childhood, she had been exceptionally independent, never causing any trouble, and seeing her this way, Fu Liang naturally didn’t rush to be affectionate; it was only later, when she formally studied dicine, that they beca close.

But childhood had already passed.

Rong Zhi neither expected nor thought about things she never had in the first place.

"Alright, be careful not to get it wet. If there’s anything you want to do, tell , and I’ll do it for you." Bai Su threw away the used cotton swab and packed the dical kit.

Rong Zhi leaned lazily against the sofa back, curved her lips slightly, with playful eyebrows, casually asking, "Even helping with the bathroom breaks?"

Bai Su paused, "?"

Did the little brother malfunction today?

He was stunned for a mont, then reacted, seriously nodding, "As long as you want, I can do it."

Rong Zhi crossed her shapely long legs, the cotton slippers dangling from her toes slightly, while Bai Su remained in the kneeling position before her, the fluff brushing his delicate chin, half-lifting his head.

"Aren’t you afraid of being beaten for being overly flirty?" Her attitude and tone were extrely teasing, as if flirting, as if admiring, full of mockery.

Bai Su slightly raised his handso brows, laughed lightly at her words, his voice lazy and charming, with an air of nonchalant playfulness, "Only in front of you."

Water-like ripples shimred in his eyes, deep as the starlit night sky, reflecting the teenager’s stunning features, his restrained desires nearly surfacing.

His feathered lashes quivered, and he lowered his eyelids.

Rong Zhi retracted her foot, sitting cross-legged, her teasing dissipating, reverting to her calm and composed manner, lazily yawning, waving her hand in exhaustion.

Bai Su chuckled softly, turned, and went to store the dical kit.

Rong Zhi suddenly opened her eyes wide, staring silently at the man’s upright and straight back.

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The next morning.

Rong Zhi and Rong Jiazze were having breakfast in the restaurant when they received a call from Song Yue.

"Early next month, the family will co to Beijing for a paternity test."

Rong Zhi pushed the milk beside her towards the little one, her voice calm, "Got it, you make the arrangents."

Song Yue: "Alright, does the little one have any questions?"

Rong Zhi glanced at the little one opposite, cheeks puffed full with food, tapping her fingers two leisurely tis on the table, making the little one look up in a daze.

"Your Brother Yue is asking if you have any questions."