Chapter 1315: I am a prophet~ (6)
Walking into the villa, Xiang Xing blinked his eyes softly, and quickly looked up and down the environment of the house, which is likely to be her home.
I saw that the two-story villa was decorated very delicately, and the inner wall was the same as the outer wall, and it was also in a very girlish macaron color.
The whole house is very chic and cute, whether it is home or furnishings. There is also a dedicated display wall in the living room, which is filled with various photos and group photos of her and Zhao Qianqian.
Judging from the age of the frames and photos, as well as the faces of girls of different ages in the photos, the two should have known each other when they were very young and grew up together.
This house doesn't look like it was rented, it should have been bought by one of them or both.
After the analysis, the little guy kept these preliminary findings in mind.
Afterwards, Zhao Qianqian took her to the pink sofa in the living room to sit down, and saw that she seemed to be accustomed to nature, and took out a medicine cabinet from the small cabinet next to her.
"Come on, I'll look at your injury first."
The woman rolled up Xiang Xing's two sleeves with a worried expression on her face.
Soon, the arms that were almost strewn with scars appeared again in front of the three pairs of eyes.
"hiss…"
Zhao Qianqian took a low breath and took out a medical cotton swab and a piece of ointment that had been used for most of the time, and began to apply medicine to the little guy.
Seeing this scene, the two big men on the side couldn't help frowning frequently.
Seeing Xiang Xing's slightly taut, delicate face with a twitch of brows, Zuo Yan squinted his eyes, and his heart felt a pain for no reason.
He squeezed his thin lips, and then, as if unable to hold back, with a slightly calm and magnetic voice, he asked faintly: "She, does this often?"
"…what?"
Zhao Qianqian was taken aback for a moment.
After a pause, he blinked beautiful eyes at Xiang Xing first, and asked in a low voice, "Can you say it?"
"Well."
The little guy nodded his little head without hesitation.
After all, she really wants to know, huh...
"Ok."
Upon seeing this, Zhao Qianqian looked sideways at the handsome, expressionless man, and nodded at him, "Every time she goes home, Xing Xing brings back her body with an injury...this has always been the case since she was a child."
"...No, why??"
Without waiting for Zuo Yan's response, Xing Mu who was beside him jumped up suddenly, with a face full of incomprehension, "Why are you beating the child? Domestic violence is illegal!"
As he said, he couldn't help frowning again and glanced at Xiang Xing weirdly.
Muttered softly, "Well, is it because of work?"
After all, he has heard that the Xiang family is a very traditional and old-fashioned family. It seems that it is justified that they can't accept their children to become Internet celebrities and do live broadcasts.
But this is not a direct hit, right? ?
"Hey, it's not because of work. Otherwise, she would not let her use her fortune-telling ability to do live broadcasts."
Listening to the male ticket's self-talk, Zhao Qianqian smiled faintly.
Some helplessly looked at Xiang Xing, and then sighed slightly, "But I don't know what the specific reason is..."
With that, the woman shook her head, suddenly raised her slender fingers, and bounced towards the forehead of the little guy who was also a little dumbfounded.
Pretending to be grotesque, "This stupid girl has never told me the truth for so many years."
"But..."
Zhao Qianqian breathed a long sigh of relief suddenly, and put on a look of relief, "From today, this little guy can finally escape from the broken house and escape the clutches of the dead old man!"
As she continued to give Xiang Xing medicine, she smiled, "To celebrate the Xing Xing's official departure from the sea of suffering, I have booked the Michelin package of the Toon Hotel tonight, and I want to go happy with her!"
"…Hey,"
Xing Mu rolled his eyes straight at hearing, and couldn't help glaring at his female ticket, "Is it appropriate for you to speak like this?"
At any rate, it is also Xiang Xing's father and family.
However, before Zhao Qianqian could speak, Xiang Xing returned to his senses and nodded vigorously at him.
He said solemnly, "Appropriate!"
This kind of home that sounds so terrifying is not a bad thing to leave early.
Of course, it’s mainly because Zhao Qianqian mentioned the Michelin set meal just now...
If you don't say that you can celebrate happily, isn't it possible that you won't be able to eat it!
Thinking of this, the little guy's saliva almost came out of the corner of his mouth.
"Look, we stars are very conscious!"
Zhao Qianqian shrugged helplessly.
So he continued to put medicine on the girl's arm.
Just now.
The little guy suddenly felt that his arm on the other side was slightly lifted.
She was stunned and couldn't help but glance at it subconsciously.
I saw that Zuo Yan didn't know when to sit beside her. At this time, he had already picked up the cotton swab and the ointment and squeezed it carefully.
At this time, his thin lips were tightly pressed, his head was slightly lowered, and his slender and thick feather eyelashes slightly covered the delicate eyes, but he couldn't see the color of his eyes.
But after preparing the ointment, without saying anything, he applied it to the scar on her arm.
Seeing this scene, Xiang Xing was even more astonished, and his soft eyes opened subconsciously.
But he felt that the man's smearing movements were extremely light, and he seemed to be more careful and meticulous than Zhao Qianqian.
As if gently wiping an extremely precious artwork.
Seeing that the little guy felt like he had missed a shot in his heart, he palpitated suddenly.
Unexpectedly, this cold-hearted man still has such a gentle side.
—Such a man must belong to Ambassador Xiangfu, right? Right? ?
The girl couldn't help praying crazily in her heart.
…
With Zuo Yan's assistance in applying the medicine, the injuries on Xiang Xing's arm were dealt with in a short while.
Then, Zhao Qianqian dragged the little guy into the bedroom, checked and continued to deal with her injuries.
"...Crimson? Zuo Yan? Zuo Tian Wang??"
Seeing Zuo Yan motionless and staring at the nervous look of the bedroom door upstairs, Xing Mu couldn't help but sneered, deliberately raised his hand, and shook it vigorously in front of him.
Deliberately joked, "You kid fell in love at first sight. Did you fall in love with someone else?"
"…no."
Hearing this, Zuo Yan retracted his gaze in an instant, and glanced at the other side slightly unnaturally.
After being silent for a while, he opened his thin lips slightly, and said lowly, "I just feel that I have some inspiration."
"Huh? Inspiration?"
Xing Mu opened his eyes in surprise.
After a pause, he just chuckled weirdly and raised his eyebrows at him, "No, brother, don't hesitate to write songs by yourself, do you still want to write songs about domestic violence?"
"This kind of subject matter is not popular now, especially in the masses of yours."
Seeing him hugged his chest slightly, the laughter on his face suddenly disappeared, and he changed into a serious agent-like seriousness.