Ye Haoran smacked his lips and did not respond to Song Qian immediately. He felt a little pain in the back of his head.
"It hurts so much!"
"It hurts there, let me see it quickly."
Song Qian became anxious, not caring about the bloody kiss between the two just now, and hurriedly checked on Ye Haoran.
"Head, headache."
Just as Ye Haoran was about to reach out his hand to the back of his head, Song Qian checked first.
When she reached out and wiped it, Song Qian felt that her hands were moist. When she took a closer look, she saw that her hands were full of blood.
"Oh my god, it's bleeding. Haoran, don't move. I'll call an ambulance."
"Don't bother, I don't feel much, just a little pain, not dizzy."
Ye Haoran stood up and wanted to sit up. Song Qian helped, letting Ye Haoran lean into her arms.
Looking at the considerate Song Qian, Ye Haoran smacked his lips in recollection.
Song Qian happened to see Ye Haoran staring at her and licking his tongue.
"What are you doing!"
Ye Haoran's expression made Song Qian extremely embarrassed, especially since she had lived alone for several years, and the touch just now was even more intolerable to her.
"Sister Qian, give me a bandage to stop the bleeding first. If you delay for a while, you will bleed to death."
She gave him a cute look: "Don't talk nonsense. I'll convince you. I have a medical kit at home."
An arm was put on Song Qian's shoulder and she walked towards the elevator.
In the elevator, Ye Haoran's shaking arm and unintentional touch made Song Qian extremely uncomfortable, and she was too embarrassed to speak, so she could only maintain the status quo, which in turn gave Ye Haoran an advantage.
When she got home, Qiao Yingzi should have been lying down. Her room was specially decorated by Song Qian. The sound insulation effect was extremely strong, and she could not hear anything outside.
Ye Haoran sat on the sofa, and Song Qian took the alcohol-iodine solution and cleaned it bit by bit.
"Haoran, it's all my fault. I didn't stand firm, which caused you to be injured."
"Sister Qian, you have to thank me properly. If it weren't for me, you would be the one who got hurt. If you land on your face, your face will be easily disfigured."
Song Qian smiled: "I want to thank you, but it doesn't matter if I am disfigured. No one can see my face."
Ye Haoran hit the snake with a stick: "Who said that Sister Qian is so young and beautiful, it would be a pity to be disfigured."
Although Song Qian was happy to be praised, in order to maintain her seriousness, she still patted Ye Haoran: "Don't be so serious."
After cleaning the wound, I took out the gauze and started to bandage it.
Ye Haoran turned around to face Song Qian and pointed to his lips: "Not only are the hands bald, they are also injured."
Song Qian lowered her head and saw that it was the lips she wanted to break.
His face immediately turned red: "I didn't mean to."
"And Sister Qian, you took away my first kiss!" Ye Haoran looked at Song Qian with a smirk.
Ye Haoran was right, he only wanted the first kiss of every day.
Song Qian was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to say, and the movements of her hands slowed down.
Ye Haoran took Song Qian's hand and asked her to lean down: "Let me see if Sister Qian has been bitten."
Song Qian squatted down subconsciously, not knowing what it meant. She was holding gauze in both hands to support Ye Haoran's head.
Ye Haoran looked at Song Qian who was squatting in front of him. Their faces were so close that they could feel each other's breathing.
He gently stretched out his neck and moved toward Song Qian's mouth.
"No..Uh-huh.."
Holding the gauze in both hands, she didn't dare to leave Ye Haoran's head for fear that the wound she had just wrapped would be opened by her.
Without his hands, Ye Haoran was fulfilled.
The bloody kiss made her face even more beautiful.
Ye Haoran helped Song Qian in advance and moved Song Qian down on the sofa without much effort.
"Can't."
At this point, how could Ye Haoran be able to control so much.
Arms roll.
Song Qian felt like she was going crazy.
Ye Haoran went straight to the bedroom.
Song Qian's reason was eventually overwhelmed by Ye Haoran.
With the sound of a door closing.
Song Qian was hurt because of Ye Haoran's help just now, but she didn't dare to wake up Qiao Yingzi loudly, and she felt sorry for Ye Haoran's life experience, and she might have some problems of her own.
All kinds of reasons combined gave Ye Haoran a chance.
If he had come back tomorrow, Song Qian would have given him two slaps right away.
The right time, right place and right people are indispensable.
Early the next morning.
Qiao Yingzi got up and saw Ye Haoran sitting in the living room, and was immediately dumbfounded...
"What's going on with you? Are you still wearing a gold hoop?"
Ye Haoran had already made a plan in his heart: "Don't mention it. Last night, your mother went downstairs to throw out the garbage and pushed me. Look at my head injury. I almost fainted and couldn't drive, so I had to stay at your house." Stay in guest room for one night.”
"Ah! Is it so serious?"
Ye Haoran spread his hands: "Are you still feeling confused now?"
Qiao Yingzi still felt strange: "Then why don't you go to the hospital?"
Ye Haoran pretended to put it away: "If it turns out to be a minor injury, I still want your mother to detain him!"
"What are you talking about? You two."
Qiao Yingzi looked at Song Qian who was bringing out the porridge and asked, "Mom, why did you beat Ye Haoran like this!"
"You kid, don't talk nonsense, I didn't hit you."
The radiant Song Qian prepared breakfast and invited Qiao Yingzi and Ye Haoran to eat.
"Mom! Why are Ye Haoran and I's porridge different?"
Qiao Yingzi looked at the porridge in Ye Haoran's bowl curiously.
Song Qian blushed: "Isn't he injured? He can't make up for it. Do you want to be injured too?"
Qiao Yingzi looked at Ye Haoran angrily: "Let you also taste my pain."
Ye Haoran lowered his head and looked at the wolfberry porridge in the bowl, not wanting to say a word.
Before going out, Ye Haoran shouted to Song Qian: "Sister Qian, if Yingzi won't come back for dinner tonight, I'll celebrate her birthday in advance."
"I know! Come back early to do your homework." Song Qian, who was cleaning up, agreed without turning her head.
Taking Qiao Yingzi, he picked up Huang Zhitao and drove to the school.
"What's wrong with your head?"
"Let my mother beat you up!" Qiao Yingzi sat in the back row and mocked.
"Ah?" Huang Zhitao had a question mark on his face.
Ye Haoran, who was driving the GTR with one hand, raised a middle finger with his other hand: "Don't listen to her nonsense. I fell down going downstairs last night."
"You're really good!"
Huang Zitao cupped his hands to express his admiration.
A day of study ends in a relaxed environment and a happy mood.
Fang Yifan, who was assigned to the basic class, waited early at the door of the sprint class.
"Fang Hou'er, my mother confiscated the Lego you gave me..."
"I have no money!"
Fang Yifan said he was helpless.
"Let's go celebrate my birthday."
Huang Zhitao pulled Qiao Yingzi and walked out. Fang Yifan followed and asked, "Where are you going? Take me with you."
Qiao Yingzi turned back to Ye Haoran and asked, "Is it okay if Fang Houer goes?"
"What's the big deal? It's just an extra pair of chopsticks."
Ye Haoran opened the door and the four of them got into the car. Naturally, Fang Yifan and Qiao Yingzi sat in the back seat.
