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Chapter 40

While Hu Xiaoli was feeling tangled, his eyes were covered by a shadow.

He raised his head and faced Qin He who was leaning over to take gauze and alcohol.

Hu Xiaoli licks his dry lips and hesitates to open his mouth: "I'm sorry, I delayed your time ..."

This is the second day he followed Qin he, to observed Qin He work and take notes, but in fact is doing nothing. At first he said he would not trouble him or delay his work, but after the second day. He caused trouble.

He has thought about If Qin He would get angry, he will apologize. He will go to work tomorrow and not disturb others.

Hu Xiaoli carefully looked at Qin He, and his clear pupils were filled with water, as if the crystals were crushed and sprinkled gently on the bottom of his eye.

Qin He glanced at him and didn't speak, but instead sat down beside him, holding the little fox's left hand where he was not injured, and pulled it towards him with cunning strength.

A long cut was made in the white palm. Although it was not a deep cut, it still looked scary.

The wound was no longer bleeding, but the surrounding area was red and swollen, which was appalling.

"No need to bother you ..."

When Hu Xiaoli saw that he was going to treat the wound himself, and wanted to retract his hand, but was afraid of moving his wound, he was stiff in the air for a while, and let the man check the condition of the wound.

Qin He frowned slightly. With Hu Xiaoli's nervous gaze, he picked up a piece of alcohol cotton with tweezers and gently wiped it near the wound.

The alcohol touched the red and swollen skin, and a little cold feeling came, followed by the pain of alcohol burning raging near the wound, the little fox's painful eyes were bursting with tears, and the facial features were wrinkled poorly.

Seeing this, the man wiping his wound on his hand wound was unconsciously much lighter.

Hu Xiaoli didn't dare to talk or move, for fear of accidentally hitting the wound on the cotton swab wet with alcohol.

After cleaning up the remaining blood stains on his hands, leaving only the middle palm untreated. Qin He threw away the blood-stained alcohol cotton balls and slowly wiped them with dry gauze around the wound.

After Hu Xiaoli's hand was wiped clean, the infiltrating wound became more noticeable.

Qin He's eyebrows have been twisted since he was treated Hu Xiaoli's wound.

Thinking he was in trouble because he had delayed his working hours, Hu Xiaoli pursed his lips, his eyes were full of ice-blue light, his eyes filled with grievance and sadness.

"I'm sorry ..."

He doesn't remember how many times he said sorry today.

Qin He threw a little red gauze into the trash can again, and replied with a smooth and clear voice: "No need to say sorry."

"But I interrupted your work." Hu Xiaoli lowered his head and mumbled and said:"I won't bother you tomorrow."

Originally, he had to work. Although there was no shortage of him in the editorial department, he still wanted the full-time salary.

The man glanced sideways at him with a rare glance, with a flat tone: "It's up to you"

"..."

After hearing Qin He's cold response, Hu Xiaoli's heart was a little lost.

He didn't care about himself at all, or whether there was a follower behind him every day ...

Although this idea was a bit ridiculous, Hu Xiaoli felt very lost.

Lost and sad, Hu Xiaoli has a feeling of being abandoned by the whole world.

If I'm not here ...

Will he have lunch on time?