Mr. Gu, my wife went to the men's department to register for you again.

I don't know about the flowers Jingyan gave you. He never asked me, Mo Mingxuan looked down at the bouquet of flowers, Maybe it's because of similar tastes. This bouquet of flowers looks like the day you turned on the phone. The bunch someone gave you.

Qiao Ruoxing paused, Did you give me flowers on the day I started the machine?

Mo Mingxuan nodded.

Qiao Ruoxing frowned, Did you go to the set?

No, I'm afraid you won't receive it, so I sent it to your home. There's a card inside, Mo Mingxuan saw her frowning and asked tentatively, Didn't you receive it?

Qiao Ruoxing...

She carefully recalled what happened on Chinese Valentine's Day. When she and Gu Jingyan came back from Cross Street, he insisted on coming up to drink tea. When she went back to the room to change clothes, Gu Jingyan came in with a bouquet of flowers and said he had ordered it for her.

She praised Gu Jingyan's improved eyesight, but the guy was not only unhappy but also frowned.

With his temper that makes his tail go up to the sky every time he praises someone, how could he not be happy when he hears compliments?

If he didn't order the flowers, that would make perfect sense.

Throwing away the cards in other people's flowers and pretending to be from me, it's like something this bitch can do.

Ruoxing?

Seeing that she didn't speak, Mo Mingxuan called her.

Qiao Ruoxing came back to her senses and felt extremely embarrassed when she met Mo Mingxuan's concerned eyes.

Although it was Gu Jingyan who did it, he still felt that he was the one who had lost face.

She coughed and covered Gu Jingyan, I remembered it. It seemed that the security guard called me that day and told me that there was a courier for me to pick up, but I was so busy in those two days that I forgot about it.

He said with an apologetic expression, I'm sorry, it's my fault.

Mo Mingxuan looked at her busy apologizing to him. He clenched his fingers unconsciously and said after a moment, It's okay, it's just a bouquet of flowers. If you don't receive it, you don't receive it. You don't need to apologize for this.

That's what she said, but when she thought of Gu Jingyan taking things given by others, borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha, and almost being exposed, she felt ashamed.

Qiao Ruoxing said vaguely, I'll go look for it at the security guard later.

As she spoke, she quickly pruned the flower branches.

Mo Mingxuan did not continue the topic, but picked up a few roses and asked, Why do the flower stems need to be cut diagonally?

Actually, I haven't made any specific inquiries. Friends in the flower friends group used to do this. Maybe this way the cut surface is larger and the water is absorbed quickly? It lasts longer? By the way, how is the pot of clivia at your house? What's new? Are there any black spots on the leaves?

As she spoke, she turned her head to the side and asked him with a smile. She moved her clothes with her movements, revealing a piece of snow-white skin at her collar. The ambiguous red mark on her collarbone suddenly broke into her field of vision.

Mo Mingxuan was startled and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Countless images exploded in my mind, of a messy rental house and endless quarrels, and finally condensed into a scene of a man and a woman kissing, and then broke into countless fragments, leaving only black, white and red in the world.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Qiao Ruoxing turned to look at him strangely.

Mo Mingxuan's lips were pursed tightly, his face was indescribably gray, and his condition didn't look right.

Qiao Ruoxing was stunned for a moment and called, Lawyer Mo? Mingxuan?

Mo Mingxuan came to his senses quickly. He looked at Qiao Ruoxing blankly, and it took several seconds before he said, What's wrong?

Qiao Ruoxing frowned, You don't look well. Are you feeling uncomfortable?

No, Mo Mingxuan forced a smile. He put down the rose and raised his hand to press his temples. Maybe the new medicine has some side effects. Occasionally, I feel a little dizzy.

Just as Qiao Ruoxing was about to speak, she was startled when she saw the blood on Mo Mingxuan's temple, Why is your head bleeding?

Huh? Mo Mingxuan was startled and reached out to touch it. As soon as he raised his hand, Qiao Ruoxing grabbed his sleeve, There is blood on your hand.

Mo Mingxuan lowered his eyes and saw that the palm of his right hand was stained with a lot of blood, and blood was still oozing from several small wounds on it.

The rose thorns he put down on the side were also stained with some blood. It was obvious that his hand was pricked by the rose thorns.

One, two, three...

Qiao Ruoxing squatted beside him, cleaning his wounds while counting the blood holes, and finally exclaimed, Six! There are six blood holes, don't you feel it?

Mo Mingxuan shook his head, I seem to be naturally a bit insensitive to pain.

Qiao Ruoxing carefully closed her mouth and did not answer.

Last time on grandma's birthday, she hesitated to ask this question. In the end, she asked Lawyer Mo to explain that she was insensitive to pain due to burns. She couldn't hesitate again this time.

But she was still a little confused. The skin on her arms was damaged, so her feelings were dull, but his palms were not burned. He had six bloody eyes, so he didn't feel anything at all?

If Gu Jingyan said that he was insensitive to pain, she would definitely think that he was faking it, and then she would press on his wound until he could no longer pretend.

However, Gu Jingyan probably wouldn't say that he is insensitive to pain. He should be the kind of person who, if you ask him if it hurts, he will be paralyzed on the spot to show you.

If you ignore him, he will feel aggrieved and sulky; if you ignore him, he will say something coquettish about the adhesive sticking to the wound, which is typical of crawling along the pole.

Thinking about it, Qiao Ruoxing's eyes became a little softer.

The wound was obviously not deep, but the bleeding was difficult to stop.

The cotton swab was wiped over, and soon blood beads appeared again.

Qiao Ruoxing felt a little strange and said smoothly, It's hard to stop your bleeding, just like a hemophiliac.

Mo Mingxuan paused and said slowly, Is it obvious? I have a mild case.

Qiao Ruoxing...

Why does she have a mouth?

I'm sorry, I wasn't joking about this disease.

Mo Mingxuan smiled and said, It's okay. I'm not that sensitive. My symptoms are very mild.

As he spoke, he took out a small bottle of medicine from his pocket and handed it to Qiao Ruoxing, Twist it open for me and sprinkle some on my palm.

Qiao Ruoxing hurriedly took it, unscrewed it and sprinkled some dry powder on Mo Mingxuan's palm. He took a cotton ball and pressed the dry powder on the wound. In about half a minute, the bleeding stopped.

Qiao Ruoxing was a little surprised, Like the golden sore medicine in martial arts dramas, the wound will be healed with just a touch.

Mo Mingxuan laughed when he heard this, It's actually thrombin.

Suffering from burns, headache, and now hemophilia, Mo Mingxuan is simply beautiful and miserable.

If it were her, she would definitely complain about the unfair fate, but Mo Mingxuan is not only so outstanding, but also has such a good temper. Such a person can't help but make people admire her.

By the way, didn't you just say that you had something to tell me?

Mentioning this, Mo Mingxuan paused for a moment before saying, It's about the house you mentioned. I asked someone to go over and take a look last night. There are people living in that house. According to the reports from the surrounding neighbors, that family has already lived there. It has been many years. The head of the household is named Qiao, do you know him?