The official I raised has become a fine

Chapter 8 Nosebleeds
Jun Yao had already prepared his sharp eyes, but he didn't expect that after turning around, the little girl bumped into him in a daze, and then clutched her nose and screamed for pain.

Even if he faced such an unexpected direction, he couldn't help being stunned, and his sharp peach eyes flashed blankly for a moment.

Song Zhiying raised her head, couldn't help covering her aching nose, and looked sadly at the person in front of her.What's the matter? She hasn't even seen the shadow of the male lead yet. This is the third time she has been injured.

Looking at the wet almond eyes of the woman in front of him, Jun Yao couldn't help feeling a little guilty.But this feeling of guilt hadn't sprouted yet, and he was caught in time.

The person in front of her is very likely to be a spy sent by Prime Minister Zuo. Her appearance is probably also a trick to make him relax his vigilance. He must not be fooled.I really didn't expect that this young woman almost bluffed him, it was really not easy.

Jun Yao squinted his eyes, feeling that the possibility of this woman being a spy increased a bit.

Song Zhiying has always been delicate and frail. Although she no longer has the diseases that have tortured her for many years in the game, her body is still extremely delicate.She really wasn't pretending, and now her nose is still aching.

At this time, she only felt a hot stream gushing out of the nasal tube. She touched the bottom of her nose, and then stretched her fingers to her eyes, only to see that there was a dazzling bright red on the tender white fingers.

She has a nosebleed!
Song Zhiying was no stranger to her overly squeamish body, but she was a little helpless, such a light touch brought out a nosebleed.

Jun Yao looked at her with extremely dangerous eyes, but when he saw her nosebleed, he couldn't help but be taken aback.

Why doesn't this little beggar follow the routine every time? If he can pretend to be weak, this nosebleed really cannot be faked.

Song Zhiying raised her chin, but she still couldn't stop the nosebleed from flowing down, but she didn't even have a veil on her body.Now her eyes are shining with tears, her prickly little nose is slightly red, and the nosebleed is almost left on her lips. She looks pitiful and funny.

"Boss Jun, can you lend me something that can stop the bleeding?" Song Zhiying had no choice but to ask the person in front of her for help.

Although Jun Yao suspected that she was a spy, seeing how embarrassed she was now, he still handed her the handkerchief he carried with him.It's not that he loves her, it's just that he has a little cleanliness, and he doesn't want her to get nosebleeds everywhere.

Song Zhiying took the handkerchief as if she had found a treasure, "Thank you! You are really a kind person."

Even though she is in such a mess now, she still doesn't forget to continue flattering her.

Song Zhiying glanced at the handkerchief in her hand, and saw that this small handkerchief was embroidered with intricate patterns with gold thread, it was really extravagant.

But she, Miss Song, had never seen any big scenes, and she just took a look at it, so she wiped her nosebleed with that luxurious handkerchief, and pressed it against her nostrils to prevent the blood from flowing down.Not only did she not feel that she was wasting everything, but she also felt that the golden thread was too harsh, and the place she just rubbed it was a little hot.

"Boss Jun, it's better not to embroider too many things on the handkerchief, it's too harsh and it's not good for the skin." Song Zhiying couldn't help but said.

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she regretted it. She has not yet adapted to her status as a little beggar, and she still thinks of herself as a big lady.Boss Jun is her future "funder". He kindly lent her the handkerchief, but she still dislikes the discomfort of wearing it.

Song Zhiying quietly raised her eyes timidly, wanting to take a look at Boss Jun's current expression, but she happened to meet a pair of peach blossom eyes.

(End of this chapter)