Chapter 142 Wedding Ring (4)

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But she didn't want to say it, and he couldn't press it, so the atmosphere naturally cooled down.

Although Xia Siyu is crazy on her own, the only person she doesn't make trouble with is Bo Yan.

Two people, one couldn't speak, the other didn't want to speak, they were quiet, but had a strange and warm feeling.

The same goes for Xia Siyu, she came to Sicily, so naturally she didn't want to stay in the villa every day, she came here to revisit the old place.

But she is unwilling to let the program group follow the filming, and she is unwilling to consume her mother, and she is even more unwilling to expose her privacy to the public.

I still don't know how the program group was assigned, but she worked hard to come to Sicily, so she had to fulfill her wish no matter what.

I have to think of a way, not to visit the former residence, even if I take a look at it from a distance.

"Xia Siyu, Xia Siyu?"

Xia Siyu was stunned for a moment, then quickly raised her head, her head still not turning around: "What's wrong?"

Bo Yan didn't say a word, just looked down at her fingers.

Xia Siyu then followed his gaze and lowered her head, and found that her fingers were cut and bleeding when she was distracted from cutting vegetables.

Bo Yan grabbed her injured hand, carefully observed her wound, and said calmly, "You are injured."

Xia Siyu is a person who lets the whole world know that she is happy when she is happy, but hides herself when she is hurt, and does not want people to see her wounds. What's more, it's just a small scene like chopping vegetables and being cut into the hand. It's just a little bit of skin, and it's not a muscle injury. She didn't take it to heart at all.

"Oh, little things."

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Bo Yan gripped it even tighter. Xia Siyu was stunned for a moment, and Bo Yan took her hand and walked two steps forward, directly to the faucet. Squeeze out the blood near the wound with ten fingers connected to the heart. Although Xia Siyu felt a little sluggish at first, after pressing hard, there will still be a burning and tingling feeling. But the cool water quickly neutralized the dull pain.

After rinsing, Bo Yan pulled her to the sofa and sat down: "You wait here for a while. I'll get you the medicine box."

Bo Yan quickly went upstairs and down again, and took a small medicine box. When going out, especially when going abroad, he still used to bring some medicine with him, which was convenient for those with a headache. Xia Siyu still looked indifferent: "Give me an OK stretch, and I will stick it myself."

Bo Yan had a serious expression and frowned: "Either you leave it to me, or I call the doctor, or you go to the hospital. Three options, you choose."

Xia Siyu didn't want to choose any of them, but in comparison, the first one was better. She handed her paw to Bo Yan.

Bo Yan opened the medicine box, took a closer look at the wound, disinfected it with an alcohol swab, then picked out the Band-Aid, cut it to a suitable length with scissors, and wrapped it round and round for her. He lowered his head, and the bangs on his forehead hung down, swaying gently with his movements. From this angle, his eyelashes are thick and long, his nose is straight, his lips are soft and full...

Also, if he didn't have this appearance, my old lady wouldn't have taken a fancy to him back then.

Just as she was thinking, Bo Yan over there had already bandaged her up, and seemed to feel something strange, and raised her head to look at her.

In the camera lens, in an empty living room, two people are sitting on the sofa, holding hands, and their eyes are meeting.