Wealthy bigwigs seek medical treatment online

Chapter 42

A series of inquiries brought Jimucheng back to his senses. He looked at Tong Ziying, who was chattering beside him, and his half-wet hair that was still dripping with water. He answered irrelevant questions, "Why don't you dry your hair?"

Tong Ziying pulled Jimucheng into the elevator, brushed her wet hair nonchalantly, noticed his scorching gaze, froze for a moment, glanced around, not daring to look at him, "I just finished washing my hair, I thought you were drinking I got drunk and felt uncomfortable, so I came down."

Jimucheng's heart softened suddenly. After the elevator reached the twelfth floor, he said that he would blow his hair for him, so he just dragged him back to 1203.

"I'll just go back to the house and blow it myself, I have a hair dryer in the house..."

It's a pity that he couldn't resist Jimucheng's insistence and vigorous pulling. Tong Ziying was already sitting on the sofa in 1203 in astonishment.

Being led by the nose again by Jimucheng, Tong Ziying silently reviewed in her heart, feeling that she was really easy to deceive.

The warm wind blows gently, and Jimucheng sits beside Tong Ziying, with his slender fingers poking into his black hair with the warm wind, and fiddles gently.Tong Ziying's heart beats like thunder following Jimucheng's movements, and her mind is numb. She sits on the sofa like a puppet and looks forward motionlessly.

Jimucheng knew that he was nervous, so he didn't say anything. He quietly enjoyed the moment of leisure, and his thoughts drifted back to the time when he was studying abroad.

I used to help him blow-dry his hair like this before.

In autumn and winter, Tong Ziying often catches a cold, and asked him why, this person still depends on the weather in country A, but there are so many people in country A, there are probably not many people like him who have three or four rounds of colds a month .It wasn't until one day that I went to find him at night, only to find that this man didn't bother to dry his hair after washing his hair, and fell asleep directly.

No wonder I caught a cold, so from that time on, I often went to his dormitory to help him wash and dry his hair.

Thinking about it now, it's really stupid, no wonder Nan Tielang used to say that Tong Ziying was lazy than a pig.

It is estimated that they were indulged by themselves.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but lightly raised, Ji Mucheng asked Tong Ziying to turn around, saying that he was going to blow the bangs in front.

After hearing this, Tong Ziying turned to him, narrowing her eyes for fear of being blown by the wind.

The long eyelashes fluttered slightly, the small nose, and the thin face suddenly reminded him of the star's young face that Bai Zhanyou had discussed with him before, and it probably looked like this.

It's been five years since we parted, and this person seems to be still the same as when we first met. Jimucheng quietly looked at the rare and well-behaved Tong Ziying in front of him, his eyes locked on those slightly pink lips, and he couldn't move his eyes away.

"Hot." Suddenly, Tong Ziying exclaimed, tilted her head, and put her hands on her bangs on her forehead, "It's so hot."

Jimucheng came back to his senses in a hurry, and quickly turned off the hair dryer. It should be that he was in a daze just now, and kept holding the hair dryer and blowing on the same position without paying attention.

"Let me see if there is any burn." Jimucheng hurriedly checked and found that his forehead was a little red, "it should disappear soon after applying ice."

As she spoke, she was about to stand up, but Tong Ziying suddenly grabbed his wrist, "Mr. Ji, your fingers are burnt."

Ji Mucheng looked at his right hand belatedly. It was the place where he was burned by the cigarette butt just now. There was a red dot between his fingers. It wasn't too hot, but the skin was broken, revealing a little tender flesh .

"Is there any scalding medicine?" Tong Ziying asked, before waiting for Jimucheng's answer, she stood up anxiously, "I have it in my room. Wait a minute, I'll get it right away."

In the blink of an eye, people had already run out.

Jimucheng also followed a few steps, but Tong Ziying ran so fast that she disappeared as soon as the door opened, only the sound of footsteps was heard.

Jimucheng stood where he was, watching him rush to 1202 to find the key to open the door, looking anxious, and looked down at the burned place on his fingers.

In fact, it didn't hurt anymore, and it wasn't a big wound, but seeing Tong Ziying so nervous, she still couldn't help but secretly jump for joy.

Soon, Tong Ziying ran back with an ointment in his hand. After closing the door, he found Jimucheng standing in front of the door for some reason, so he pulled him back to the sofa, took out a tampon and applied the ointment for him.

The ointment is cool and has a faint smell of Chinese herbal medicine. Tong Ziying lowered her head and moved gently, for fear of hurting him.

After the top of Tong Ziying's hair was blown dry, it was fluffy, and even the strands of hair looked soft. I don't know what kind of shampoo I used, and the fragrance was a bit sweet and greasy. When I sniffed it, it seemed to smell like peaches. Jimucheng suppressed it The urge to reach out and touch his hair turned away.

"How did it get hot?"

Tong Ziying applied the medicine and put the lid on the ointment, but when she finished asking this question, she immediately realized the answer.

The place between the fingers is exactly where the cigarette is held.

Thinking about it this way, the smell of smoke on Jimucheng's body seems to have become stronger.

Tong Ziying's heart sank, and she pursed her lips. Before that, Jimucheng never touched cigarettes, nor did she like to smell the smell of tobacco.

After hesitating for a moment, I still couldn't help but look up at him, "Did you get burned by a cigarette?"

Under the light, those clear and clean eyes are full of light, shining like stars, Jimucheng's heart sinks, and his mind suddenly sinks, like falling into the deep sea.

"President Ji?"

A salutation brought him back to reality, Jimucheng suppressed the inexplicable ripples in his chest, and said "um" in a light tone.

Tong Ziying's eyelashes drooped slightly, her expression was a little dazed, and she remembered what Bai Zhanyou had said to herself, and she didn't know whether it was discomfort, self-blame or heartache, and she said after a while, "Smoking is not good..."

The voice was too low, and Jimucheng half lowered his head to barely hear what he said. Seeing him so helpless, he looked at him for a long time, "Don't you like me smoking?"

Tong Ziying didn't look up, she fiddled with the ointment on her hand, gave a soft 'um', and repeated what she said just now: "Smoking is not good..."

In Jimucheng's eyes, this action is like a small animal that has made a mistake. It made his heart soften. Jimucheng looked at the wound on his finger, sighed resignedly, and finally couldn't help but stroke the top of his hair. Like coaxing a child, "Then I won't smoke anymore."

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Tong Ziying suffered from insomnia, and lay on the bed all night with blind eyes.

It is said that people are not clear-headed at night and are easily impulsive. It is true. He tossed and turned in bed all night, tossing and turning, constantly beating the bed, reviewing why he went downstairs to find Jimucheng so impulsively?Just because of seeing that sentence 'I miss you', all sanity disappears in place and explodes on the spot?

Besides, you go downstairs as soon as you go downstairs, what are you doing at someone's house!Just go and blow your hair. Is your hair not mature enough?Won't it do it by itself?Make a point of going to your neighbor's house to blow-dry! ?

And finally!Whether people smoke or not has nothing to do with you!Why are you pretending that a doctor is kind enough to say that smoking is bad? !

Tong Ziying, you pig!

Thinking of this, Tong Ziying gave a big 'ah' and then shrank into the quilt, wrapping herself like a turtle.

Her mind was confused and she couldn't sleep, so Tong Ziying jumped to the dining room and poured herself a glass of ice water.

Finally calm down.

Standing there for a while, it's only five o'clock in the morning, the sky outside is not fully lit yet, thinking about the essay, but now Tong Ziying can't concentrate, so she decides to go downstairs for a walk, wake up her head, and take out the trash along the way.

Just as he opened the door and was about to go out, Zhang Zhide from 1201 also came out at the same time.

Tong Ziying was startled suddenly, her raised foot stopped abruptly, and she stood still in front of the door.

"Morning." Zhang Zhide greeted Tong Ziying enthusiastically with his usual expression, and glanced at the garbage bag in his hand, "Go downstairs to take out the garbage? I just happened to go for a morning run, let's go together."

It was a normal conversation, but at this moment, Tong Ziying felt an inexplicable awkwardness in her heart. It was not once or twice that she and Zhang Zhide happened to go out at the same time. Is there really such a coincidence?

He believed it was a coincidence the first time, and he was able to convince himself it was a coincidence the second time, but what about the third, fourth, and fifth times?

And every time I met him by chance when I was alone, when I was with Jimucheng or Ding Songming, I almost never met him on the twelfth floor.

Tong Ziying was full of doubts, especially when he saw the slippers on Zhang Zhide's feet, his doubts deepened.

Going for a morning run in slippers?

But Tong Ziying didn't say anything, and quietly put the garbage bag in her hand by the door, trying to calm down the panic in her heart, trying to make herself look as calm and normal as possible, "No, I'm afraid I'm too anxious to go to work later, and forget to pour it out. Trash, take it out first."

"I see." Zhang Zhide casually glanced at the camera in front of 1203, "But I often forget."

Tong Ziying didn't want to talk to him, so she smiled politely and was about to close the door and go back to the house. Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhide suddenly walked to his door and rushed to ask, "Are you familiar with the residents of 1203?"

Zhang Zhide's sudden approach made Tong Ziying a little nervous, and it was too late to close the door, so she had no choice but to firmly hold the doorknob, and said perfunctorily, "It's okay."

"Really?" Zhang Zhide stared at Tong Ziying with slightly gloomy eyes, his face was gloomy, and his tall figure was like a shower of dark clouds, which made Tong Ziying feel fearful, "I saw you coming out of his house last night. Walking back again, I thought you knew each other very well."

He saw it?Her heart trembled suddenly, and Tong Ziying's intuition told herself that the current Zhang Zhide was very dangerous to herself, and after hurriedly saying "something to do", she quickly closed the door and locked the inner lock.

Standing behind the door with lingering fear, Tong Ziying clearly remembered that when she came back to get the ointment last night, the door of 1201 was clearly closed. Where did Zhang Zhide go to 1203 after seeing him go home once?

The more I thought about it, the more afraid I became. When I was panicking, there was a faint sound of closing the door behind me.

Did the door slam just now come from 1201?But didn't Zhang Zhide just say to go for a morning jog?how come...

Tong Ziying's face turned pale, and her back was soaked in sweat.