Uncle Wu happened to come down from upstairs.
Fu Jingchen said: “Uncle Wu, find me a medicine box.”
Uncle Wu immediately went to fetch it.
After taking the medicine box, Fu Jingchen said to Uncle Wu, “go to work.”
Uncle Wu left the living room with a smile on his lips.
Fu Jingchen opened the medicine box and found iodophor and abrasion ointment.
He wanted to disinfect the small wound on her face. Su Yao felt very awkward, so she stretched out her hand and said, “I’ll do it myself…”
“Why, you have eyes on your hands, can you see where the wound is?”
Su Yao is embarrassed: “I can look in the mirror.”
“Aren’t you afraid to see the wound on your face, shame?”
Being blocked, Su Yao felt a little unhappy: “I’m one-on-two, and both of them are defeated, so I’m not a failure.”
“It’s a failure if you get hurt yourself.” Fu Jingchen swept away her hands in the air and rubbed iodophor on her wound naturally.
There was a wet and cool feeling on her face, and Su Yao was honest.
She turned her eyes slightly to look at Fu Jingchen’s face.
This man…Although he is not as fair and handsome as Moxi Nian and Kang Yawei’s face, nor as stunning as Mr. Huo at first glance, but his resolute facial features are perfectly matched together, and his slightly bronzed skin…is really handsome, just right, full of masculinity.
She looks away.
Fu Jingchen picked up the ointment and applied it to her.
She frowned.
Fu Jingchen stopped: “pain?”
“kind of.”
Fu Jingchen snorted, raised his hand and continued: “it’s what you deserve.”
Su Yao is speechless: “I said, Mr. Fu, how many times do I have to say this? For me, this battle is a victory. Can we chat happily?”
Hearing this, Fu Jingchen couldn’t help holding back a smile: “what do you need me to do for you?”
Su Yao froze for a moment, the topic changed too quickly, she didn’t react.
Fu Jingchen gave her a slant, and asked, “if you want me to do something for you to get revenge, just say it.”
These words moved Su Yao inexplicably: “Mr. Fu, I really want to ask you for help. I want to find someone.”
Fu Jingchen looked at her and said arrogantly, “who is it?”
“My mother was the last person I saw before she was alive.”
Fu Jingchen looked at her, “what are the characteristics of this person, or is there any photo.”
“Yes.” Su Yao opened her wallet, took out a blurry photo from the interlayer and handed it to him.