Chapter 305 Is that Person You? (15)

Su Zhinian buckled his belt, turned his head, tried to keep his tone as steady as possible, and asked in a nonchalant tone, "Looking for me, what can I do?"

Song Qingchun didn't speak, and stared straight at him with a pair of big, dark, clear eyes, motionless.

Su Zhinian's ears felt a little burnt by her gaze. He cleared his voice. Seeing that she still had no reaction, he pretended to be very calm and walked to the bedside, carrying the bag in an elegant manner. He picked up his shirt and put it on.

He seemed to be fastening the buttons in a leisurely manner, but his fingertips seemed a little confused, and there were two buttons in the middle that were buttoned out of place.

His ears burned even more, and a touch of light red appeared on his fair face. He subconsciously turned his head away, hiding his face from her sight, raised his voice again, and cleared his throat heavily.

Song Qingchun came back to his senses and was stunned for half a minute before he realized what he had just seen.

Her face suddenly turned red, and she quickly looked away from Su Zhinian. She completely forgot her purpose of coming to his bedroom, turned around and ran out the door.

The door was slammed shut, and about a minute later, it was pushed open again.

Song Qingchun rushed in again with a blushing face, and threw the express delivery in his hand on the coffee table in front of Su Zhinian. He didn't even dare to look at him, but hurriedly threw out two words "yours", and then He didn't stop for a moment before running away again.

The door made another loud bang.

Su Zhinian stared at the express delivery that Song Qingchun had dropped on the table. The light red on his cheeks became darker.

After a while, he reached out and picked up the express. Just as he was about to open the package, the door was pushed open for the third time.

Su Zhinian paused for a moment before turning his head and saw Song Qingchun standing at the door, not coming in. She was staring at the coffee table in front of her.

Su Zhinian adjusted his mood and asked calmly, "Is there anything else?"

When Song Qingchun heard his question, she didn't say anything. Instead, she cast her gaze on his face. After looking at him for a moment, she walked into his bedroom again, and then stopped at his leg. In front of the trash can, he lowered his head and looked inside.

There were many cotton balls stained red with blood and smelled strongly of alcohol.

Those cotton balls were still wet, they must have been thrown in not long ago.

She thought of what she had just seen on the coffee table. The medical kit was open, with cotton ball bags, tweezers, an ointment, and an open bottle of alcohol next to it.

In fact, when she just came in to deliver something to him, she accidentally caught sight of those things out of the corner of her eye, but she left in a hurry and didn't think too much about it. It wasn't until she returned to the bedroom that she vaguely felt something was wrong.

He has nothing to do, so why put those things out there? Could it be that he was injured?

She thought about it over and over, but still felt a little worried, so she turned back again. Unexpectedly, she saw a disinfected bloody cotton ball in the trash can.

Song Qingchun pursed her lips and looked at Su Zhinian: "Where are you injured?"

Su Zhinian vaguely understood what Song Qingchun meant when she looked at the trash can.

He was injured. When he controlled the courier boy to fall down in the morning, he used too much force, which caused the courier boy to rub his leg, and his leg was also injured.