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Chapter 63 Let him shake her off!

Upstairs, Tang Munian took out the key to open the door, took Song Yan in and threw him to the sofa to sit down, while he walked into the room, not long after, when he came out again, he was holding a spare medicine box and a women's shirt in his hand.

There were three obvious knife wounds on his arm, and the blood that flowed out from the wound had already coagulated and scabbed, but just looking at the coagulated blood that was so red and black still made people tremble.

His arm must be hurting...

Song Yan lowered his eyes slightly, neither walking nor sitting, feeling uncomfortable all over, sitting on the sofa with his lips pursed, hands on his lap, brows slightly wrinkled, thinking a lot.

"Change your clothes." Throwing the white shirt in his hand to her, Tang Munian carried the medicine box and sat down by the sofa with his long legs. He first took off the shirt on his body, exposing his well-defined chest and upper body, and then Then he opened the medicine box and took out the disinfectant and cotton swabs.

Staring at the white women's shirt thrown on his lap, Song Yan frowned when he saw that it was brand new and no one had worn it, even the label hadn't been torn off.

Who is this shirt for?

No matter who it is, the other party must be a woman.

Suddenly, Song Yan hesitated, and didn't really want to put on this shirt.

Seeing her not moving for a long time, standing there stiffly, Tang Munian's dark eyes could see her hesitation at a glance, his lips slightly raised, and he said calmly, "If you don't change it, it's rare that you still want to wear yours." This tattered dress?"

The language is straightforward and merciless, and it is easy to hit the facts.

The buttons of her clothes were torn off before, if it wasn't for his coat, she would definitely have gone naked.

In the current situation, she really had no choice but to choose. After hesitating for a while, Song Yan picked up the shirt on his lap, and was about to get up and go into the room to change it, when Tang Munian's voice was neither salty nor weak, and secretly mocked him.

He sneered and said, "It's not that I haven't seen it, and you need to go to a place where I can't see it hypocritically?"

"..."

Song Yan glanced at him, but didn't answer his words. He still took his clothes and entered the room, quickly took off his clothes, changed into his shirt as quickly as possible, and then walked out of the room.

Hearing her footsteps pacing over, Tang Munian raised his head, the words he was about to say came to his lips, but he didn't utter a word, his eyes were fixed on her, and he forgot to look away for a moment.

The white shirt is made of thin fabric, which makes her graceful body and the black bra inside looming. Her fair skin, paired with a white shirt, looks even more beautiful and beautiful, like a pure and spotless holy person, people can't take their eyes off.

But, he knew, she wasn't.

She is definitely not as beautiful or pure as her appearance, she is a woman who exudes a kind of toughness and hypocrisy from the bottom of her heart, as long as she achieves her goal, she doesn't care about anything...

Abruptly withdrawing his gaze from her, he poured some disinfectant on the cotton swab and wet the cotton swab. He didn't look at her, but said coldly, "Sit here."

Song Yan didn't have any feelings about her attire, she saw what he meant, stood a few meters away from him, and pulled her lips, "You'd better deal with your own wound first..."

"I tell you to sit here!" His voice became louder, revealing an order that could not be refused, and he glared at her fiercely, his expression full of warning and danger.

Although it feels a little scary, Song Yan has long been immune to his appearance.

But seeing that he couldn't go over, he just kept staring at her, and sighed inwardly, so she had no choice but to move around and sit down beside him.

"Let me help you take care of the wound first." His wound was much more serious than hers, and there were more than one wound alone. No matter how she thought about it, she felt that she should help him take care of it first.

But when she reached out to take the cotton swab, Tang Munian gave her a cold stare, "Pick up your bangs."

"..."

"Did you hear what I said?"

Hearing his cold voice that seemed to be angry, Song Yan sighed softly, ignored him, took the medicine box in front of him, took out a cotton swab again, and applied disinfectant on it.

Grabbing his arm in front of her hand, she applied it lightly. Her clear and beautiful face was full of seriousness and focus, and she sighed, "I'll deal with it for you first, so don't move around."

"I didn't ask you to deal with it for me, just put your bangs..."

"Those who are more seriously injured than me, stop talking and keep talking nonsense. Isn't the wound painful?"

"..."

She said he was talking nonsense?
How dare she despise him? !

Tang Munian got angry, opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Song Yan didn't know whether it was intentional or not, before he could speak, he stabbed his wound with a cotton swab from a sterilizer, and suddenly, the wound on his arm made him gasp With a breath of cold air, he glared at her with angry eyes, "Did you do it on purpose?"

"No, I saw you were about to talk, but my hand slipped."

"..."

Slipping your hand so much that you need to poke at his wound?
Tang Munian was angry, angry and funny in his heart, Song Yan lowered his eyes to deal with his wound seriously, and said first, "My little injury won't do anything to me. Compared with yours, it's nothing compared to yours, so don't worry about it." say."

Hearing her nonchalant tone, Tang Munian became even more unhappy, his handsome face was tense, and his tone revealed a gloomy displeasure, "Then what if there are scars left?"

When the disinfectant was applied to the edge of the wound, there was a pungent tingling sensation, which made him frown a lot, but there was no pain on his face anymore.

"How can such a small wound leave a scar?" Knowing that this disinfectant will definitely hurt when applied to the wound, after "punishing" him, Song Yan tried his best to apply the wound carefully, while responding casually, "Your possible."

"Huh!" Tang Munian snorted coldly, his chin slightly raised, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and his low voice was full of disdain, "If there are scars, you'd better find a way to get rid of them, don't forget that it's all because of scars. Who would I become like this!"

"..."

The action of smearing his wound suddenly stopped, Song Yan froze for a moment, and his body froze immediately.

The wounds on his hands were all because of her. If he didn't chase her out, he wouldn't be able to save her, and he wouldn't suffer any harm.

The bottom of my heart was suddenly heavy and dull, and I couldn't breathe.

It seems that it was only at this moment that they realized that they could coexist peacefully, and it was rare to talk back calmly...

At this time, it's okay to not abandon him, and even take the initiative to give him medicine?

What happened to her all of a sudden?
Seeing her stop still, Tang Munian frowned, and looked down at her, his eyes suddenly a little deep and deep.

Even he only now realizes that they can still have such a quiet and peaceful time together, without harm, hatred, resistance, or hypocrisy, the two of them are calm, and they are still bickering...

What a warm and peaceful yet ironic picture?
Between them, can there be such a quiet time without hurting hypocrisy?

"Give me the cotton swab." After a long silence between the two, he finally took the lead in breaking the oppressive silence, and slowly stretched out his hand, his voice rising and falling, without deliberate coldness or urgent enthusiasm, as if very He said flatly, "I'll handle it myself."

Song Yan frowned, and looked up at him.

His gaze was also staring at her, and the two of them looked at each other, each with a surprisingly harmonious and peaceful expression, without coldness or alienation.

"Let me do it, it's inconvenient for you." Pulling her lips, she pushed his hand away and put it away, continuing to clean him carefully while blowing.

No matter how much she hated him before, resented him and feared him, it was because of her that he was injured. No matter what the reason was, as a doctor, she should treat his wound well at this moment.

Just put aside the grievances and entanglements between them for the time being, and let her treat him like a doctor treats a patient.

Otherwise, she will not know how to choose between advances and retreats.

Hearing what she said, Tang Munian didn't insist on coming by herself, it was her own choice.

There are not many medicines in the medicine box, only the usual disinfectant, cold medicine, gauze cotton swabs, etc., but none of the wound medicines are missing, and the three cuts on his arm are not handled carefully, which may really leave scars.

Seeing this situation, Song Yan simply washed him, threw the cotton swab into the trash can next to him, stood up and said, "Wait here, I'll go out and buy some medicine and come back."

When the voice fell, she turned and left.

However, suddenly, her wrist was clamped by the man's big palm, and the temperature of his palm passed through her wrist and directly to her heart.

Song Yan was startled, and behind him was a man's uncertain voice, "Are you coming back?"

The color in the voice was careless, as if it was just a simple question, but inexplicably, it made Song Yan's heart tense and tense, stagnant and stagnant.

Then, behind him, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and continued, "Could it be the same as six years ago, when you said you went out to buy something, and then you never came back?"

"..."

"Of course, now is different from six years ago, now you..."

"I'll be back." She opened her mouth quickly, interrupted him, looked back at him, and saw his dull expression, she looked at him deeply and said, "I remember there is a pharmacy downstairs, I just went out Buy a wound medicine, and you will be back later, it won't take too long."

Tang Munian was stunned for a while, then smiled nonchalantly, slowly let go of her wrist, leaned back on the sofa, and slightly pursed his lips, "It doesn't matter if you don't come back."

"I said I would come back." Unable to bear it, she repeated this sentence stubbornly.

She was also deeply inexplicable about herself who insisted on this so much, as if she wanted to prove that she was not the kind of person who would leave or come back casually.

It was doomed from the beginning that she would definitely come back.

Because, for her in the past, wherever he is, that's where she should belong...

It's just, unfortunately, that's just the past that can't be returned.

Without further instructions, Song Yan opened the door and walked out. He was the only one left in the apartment of more than [-] square meters.

The house should be fully furnished and has everything that should be there, but somehow, it feels empty. Suddenly there is a sense of loneliness and loneliness, sweeping and spreading without warning, even the active people in the air, because of her departure, And became dull and dull.

Standing up from the sofa, walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the night sky outside, Tang Munian's stern face became complicated and ridiculous, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up with a hint of sarcasm.

This feeling is really strange and familiar.

He couldn't help but think of the sad and helpless predicament he encountered when she left.

Why, why did she choose to leave at that time?

If you change the method, the situation, or the location, perhaps, even if she has lived in the Tang family for many years, even if the Tang family is kind to her, as long as she doesn't leave at that time or in that situation, he doesn't think he will leave. I hated it so deeply that it lasted for six years...

**
When we went downstairs, the night wind was cool. Walking on the sidewalk, Song Yan couldn't help but folded his arms. It was clear that it wasn't winter anymore, and it was so cold in the dead of night.

Not far downstairs, there is indeed a pharmacy. It seems that when she came alone, she didn't make a mistake.

The corners of her lips curled slightly, Song Yan walked into the pharmacy, carefully selected some wound medicines, and when she went to the cashier to check out, she touched the pocket of her trousers, only to find out embarrassingly that she did not bring any money!

After searching all over his body, he didn't take out any money. Song Yan forced a smile at the cashier, and discussed, "Can you put the medicine here first? I'll go and get the money..."

At this moment, a person walked by her side and put a few hundred yuan in red bills on the cash register, "Are these enough?"

Turning his head, Song Yan glanced at the woman beside him, raising his eyebrows in surprise, "Wen Jiaqi?"

Wen Jiaqi turned his head, looked at her coldly, smiled, full of sarcasm, "It's so shabby, it's a good thing you are still from the Tang family."

"So, you want to pay for me?" Song Yan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

"Hmph." She sneered, her eyes were cold, "I can see who you bought these medicines for!"

"..."

So, when she and Tang Munian got off the car just now, did Wen Jiaqi not far away, did you see it?

Now that she knew that she was only willing to pay for the money she bought for Tang Munian, Song Yan accepted it with peace of mind, asked the cashier to settle the bill, and put the extra money back into Wen Jiaqi's hands. Jiaqi smiled, "Since you want to help pay, thank you."

This medicine is not bought for her, but someone is willing to pay for her, why not do it?
She wouldn't reject her "kindness" just because she was looked down upon by Wen Jiaqi. Besides, she didn't lose such a small amount of money, so refusing was a waste of time.

After taking the medicine, Song Yan didn't intend to say anything more to Wen Jiaqi, so Song Yan walked out of the pharmacy.

Staring at her so unscrupulously and unscrupulously, as if she didn't take herself seriously at all, Wen Jiaqi clenched her hands tightly in anger, couldn't help being impulsive, and chased her out.

"Song Yan, how long can you be shameless?!" Pulling back Song Yan's arm, Wen Jiaqi said angrily, "While talking about getting a divorce, and getting entangled with Mu Nian at the same time, can you Can't you stop being so cheap?"

Today was the day when she was discharged from the hospital. Not only did Tang Munian not accompany her, but it was fine if he didn't show up for the rest of the day. In the end, she went to the Tang's house and couldn't find him. She asked Luo Peiru and guessed that he was probably here.

And she waited downstairs for a long time, only to see him and Song Yan come back in a state of embarrassment?

She didn't know what happened, but seeing Song Yan actually entered the apartment with him, she couldn't control the feeling of anger and deceit!
She really wanted to tear off the face of this hypocritical woman, and see what kind of plans she was having in her heart!

Compared with her angry look that even her eyes were showing hatred, Song Yan smiled calmly, decently and lightly, "Okay, I'm not cheap, then please Miss Wen, please send the medicine to Tang Munian, I will It’s not cheap if you don’t go up and see you.”

As she spoke, she handed the bag of medicine in her hand to Wen Jiaqi's face, smiling slightly, her eyebrows curved.

"You——" Staring at the bag handed in front of him, Wen Jiaqi was so angry that his chest was blocked by a ball of fire, his eyes stared at her like cold poisonous snakes, and he gritted his teeth with hatred.

She clearly did it on purpose!
If she was asked to deliver the medicine, Tang Munian didn't know how he would react if he saw that it was not Song Yan but her. Maybe he would think that she was the one who drove away Song Yan and blamed all the faults on her. Playing the role of a poor person who has been wronged and sympathetic and wants to be cherished, but she is completely a loathsome and disgusting predator.

She is not stupid, how could she fall into her trap so easily?

"Miss Wen, are you not going?" Song Yan still smiled, retracted his hand, and nodded slightly, "In that case, don't bother Miss Wen, I'll send it up by myself."

"..."

Seeing her turning around with no eyes on her, Wen Jiaqi gritted her teeth tightly with hatred, she really had an urge to want this smiling woman to disappear in front of her immediately!

Suddenly, remembering something, staring at her back as she walked upstairs, Wen Jiaqi suddenly said, "Who was that man that day?"

Song Yan paused, turned to look at her, and asked with raised eyebrows.

"Don't tell me you forgot!" Wen Jiaqi clenched his hands hanging on both sides tightly, and said with a cold smile, "That man doesn't seem to have a simple relationship with you."

It was only then that Song Yan belatedly remembered that what she was talking about was that time in the hospital, and she really didn't remember it.

Seeing Wen Jiaqi staring at her and not continuing, she raised her eyebrows and smiled, "And then?"

"What is the relationship between you and that man? I don't need to say anything more." Youran sneered, her eyes mocking and threatening, "Mu Nian doesn't know that man yet, right? If he knows that you have an unusual relationship with that man, Oh, what do you think of him?"

In Wen Jiaqi's feeling, Song Yan and Fu Hanshen have long been linked together. After all, their behavior did not look like strangers that day.

She thought she might be able to use this to attack and threaten Song Yan, but she smiled indifferently and said, "Then please tell Miss Wen, I'll go upstairs first, goodbye."

"..."

Ignoring Wen Jiaqi's angry eyes, Song Yan went upstairs. To her, whether Wen Jiaqi said anything to Tang Munian was of no concern to her.

He didn't always think that she had other men, and he didn't care about one or two of them.

Standing in place, staring at her disappearing back, Wen Jiaqi's eyes were gloomy and angry, his hands were clenched tightly, and his veins were prominent.

Again and again, again and again.

One day, she will definitely let Tang Munian get rid of this woman severely!
(End of this chapter)