pause for a moment.Only then did he remember there was an extra person in the house, but when he saw the woman's shoes disappear at the door, he knew Shen Yian had already left.He prefers witty women...Shen Yian watched his back and discovered that his hands were trembling slightly, blood also gathering at his fingertips, quivering gently.

She immediately said, "Mr. Song, thank you" 。Song Lin nodded and went into the room. 。Shen Yian walked to the entrance hall, opened the plastic bag, and although his shoes were a little wet, they weren't damaged. 。At the same time, she also saw Song Lin's shoes, which were somehow torn, with large gashes on both the upper and sole. 。This scene made Shen Yi's heart skip a beat. 。Song Lin gave her the feeling of a high and mighty god, it was simply impossible to imagine him bending over to search through trash. 。Shen Yian didn't dare to think too much, he turned around and found a cloth, wiped Song Lin's shoes, and then put his own shoes together, ready to take them to be repaired. 。Then she swept the entrance and hallway again, then opened the windows for ventilation. Soon, a faint scent of lemon filled the air. 。After tidying up, she went into the kitchen and casually prepared something to eat. 。But when preparing the dishes, my hands ached so much that I couldn't use much strength. I could only put down the plate and shake my hands. 。At that moment, a hand reached out from behind her and took her plate. 。I am here 。Just stand by me. 。"Well, " 。"Shen Yian nodded and stood beside her." 。Song Lin reached out and scooped the vegetables from the pot. His exposed arm was covered in fine, crisscrossing scratches. Though they weren't bleeding, they still looked painful. 。Let's eat. 。Song Lin turned and walked out of the kitchen. 。Shen Yian took his chopsticks and walked out. 。At the table, the two of them remained silent. 。

Shen Yian wanted to speak several times, but she would always remember what Song Lin had said to her. He had told her that she was just a bought object and had no right to give her opinion here.

Thinking this, she still lowered her head. 。After a moment, Song Lin put down his chopsticks and slowly stood up. 。

Shen Yian's food tasted a bit hard to swallow. Though Song Lin had helped her find her high heels, his attitude remained cold.

Just as she was about to clear the table, a medicine chest appeared before her. 。Song Lin said in a deep voice, "Stretch out your hand" 。"Huh"Shen Yian was taken aback, not reacting at once. 。In the end, Song Lin was the one who took her hand first, opening her palm. 。There's a shallow scratch on my palm with a little blood, but it's not too bad. 。After she washed it with water, she didn't care anymore. Unexpectedly, Song Lin still remembered 。Song Lin frowned at the wound and took out a tube of antibiotic ointment from the medicine box he had bought at the pharmacy earlier. 。He used a cotton swab dipped in ointment to wipe her wound. 。It might hurt a little. 。"You...oof..." Shen Yian just opened her mouth, the cotton swab touched the crack, it hurt so much she gasped for air, forgetting to speak altogether. 。At that moment, a chill ran through her palms. She froze and realized Song Lin was leaning down, blowing softly on her wound. 。After a brief coolness, she felt a warmth spreading through her body along with Song Lin's breath. She shyly retracted her hand, but was pulled closer by Song Lin's firm grip. 。"Don't move, don't want to anymore" "Oh" 。Shen Yian looked at Song Lin, who was bandaging her wound, feeling increasingly strange and complex. She didn't know what it all meant, nor did she dare to think too deeply about it. 。She only knew that Song Lin disliked her. Continuing like this would only make him dislike her even more. 。

That's not as good as...

She spoke slowly, almost at the same time as Song Lin.

Let's break up. 。She said 。I apologize for today's words. 。Song Lin said 。d then she smiled.Then take a screenshot, and forward it to the work group, all in one go.Immediately, everyone's phones started ringing.Everyone glanced at the work group chat. Expressions stiffened,...