Chapter 130 Stepping on Master Fu's shoulder (4)
Gu Qingning's eyes slightly opened, what is so important?
Worth his trip in the middle of the night.
"wait a mont."
Hung up the phone, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
She took a coat and put it on, picked up her phone, and hurried out of the room in her slippers.
Others rested, she went downstairs quietly.
Instead of going out through the main entrance, she jumped over the wall directly.
It's so good that I can't die.
Fu Juncheng's car just stopped by the wall.
Unfortunately, she has already jumped down and can't hold her feet anymore.
Sitting in the car, Fu Juncheng felt the roof shake.
His eyes froze, he opened the door and got out of the car.
He raised his head, and a familiar figure fell into view.
Four eyes face each other.
Gu Qingning was embarrassed for a second, and then jumped off the roof with a calm expression.
Fu Juncheng frowned, "Why don't you co out through the front door?"
How dangerous it is to climb over the wall in the middle of the night.
"Trouble." Gu Qingning stuffed his hands into the pockets of his coat, squinting his eyes to look at him.
"Are you not angry anymore?"
Fu Juncheng raised his eyebrows, "Who said I'm not angry anymore."
I was so angry that I couldn't sleep.
Gu Qingning bent her lips silently, "Then you are angry, why are you still here?"
Fu Juncheng slightly bent his long fingers, flicked her forehead, and then took out a small red pot from his pocket, "If I don't co, what will happen to your hands?"
Gu Qingning stared blankly at the little red pot in his palm, the body of the pot was about a finger or so away, and it was quite miniature.
"What's this?"
Fu Juncheng opened the little red pot while speaking, "Ointnt is very useful for rubbing wounds."
As he spoke, he dug so ointnt with his index finger, then took her injured hand, and gently applied the ointnt.
The movents of his fingertips were very gentle, and he lowered his head with a pious look on his face.
Gu Qingning was stunned.
A breeze blew by, and the faint fragrance of the ointnt floated into the tip of the nose.
The tip of her ear was slightly hot, and she wanted to withdraw her hand, "I can wipe it myself."
Fu Juncheng held her hand, his voice was low and hoarse, "Don't move, it's still close."
After applying the ointnt, he lowered his head, put his thin lips close to the back of her hand, and blew gently.
"Does it hurt?"
The warm breath brushed over the back of the hand, itching and numb, and the temperature of the always cold hand soared.
Gu Qingning froze, curling her fingertips slightly.
She quickly retracted her hand, a flash of panic flashed between her brows and eyes, and she quickly regained her composure.
She coughed lightly, "Thank you for the dicine, it's getting late, you should hurry back."
Fu Juncheng twisted the little red pot and put it in her coat pocket.
"Ningning, do you want to stop monks after fasting?"
Gu Qingning pouted, "You are not a monk."
The words that blurted out fell into Fu Juncheng's ears, but there was no interpretation.
In front of her, he really couldn't be a monk.
He reached out and ruffled her hair, his tone suddenly beca serious, "Next ti you get hurt, don't lie to again."
Gu Qingning's eyes moved slightly, and the doubts in his heart were finally solved.
It turned out that he was angry about this.
She was rarely well-behaved, "Got it."
Fu Juncheng smiled with satisfaction, and his tone changed back to his usual casual, "Rember to apply the ointnt, it's cold at night, so go back quickly."
Gu Qingning nodded, "Borrow your car roof again."
Fu Juncheng smiled dumbly, "How about I lend you my shoulder?"
Step on his shoulder?
Gu Qingning made up the picture and shook his head quickly.
"This is unnecessary."
After speaking, she nimbly climbed onto the roof of the car, and then climbed back over the wall.
"Good night."
The clear and cold voice dissipated in the air, and the slender figure left his sight.
Fu Juncheng withdrew his gaze, with a faint smile in his eyes.
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