Spicy Wife's Reborn World

Bo QinGang's mood at this time can be said to be really complicated to the extreme.

Just now, I heard Zhang song say that Lin su'er was gambling with others about her mid-term exam results running. He was worried that she would be bullied, so he came to Yingzhen high school.

But unexpectedly, after arriving at Yingzhen high school, he didn't see Lin su'er being bullied into a poor little child at all. Instead, he saw her majestic slapping his half sister in the face.

Very shocking.

Very tough.

Lin su'er didn't expect Bo QinGang to appear here. She looked surprised. "Bo QinGang, why are you here?"

Bo QinGang didn't reply to Lin su'er's question, but just lowered his eyes and looked at her hand.

"Give me your hand."

"What?" Lin su'er was stunned and didn't react.

And Bo QinGang had no patience and grabbed her right hand directly.

Lin su'er's hand is very small. When she is held by her big hand with clear bones, she looks more petite and soft.

It's hard to imagine that just now it was this small hand that drew people and screamed.

Bo Qing looked down and saw Lin su'er's palm. He saw that the original white and tender palm had become red after the slaps just now.

His eyebrows frowned.

"Zhang song." He said coldly, "medicine."

As the chief special assistant, Zhang Song naturally prepared all kinds of things. When he heard Bo QinGang's words, he immediately reacted, ran downstairs quickly, took out the ointment to relieve redness and pain from the car and handed it to Bo QinGang.

Bo QinGang rubbed a piece of glittering ointment with his fingers and covered Lin su'er's slightly swollen palm.

Realizing that Bo QinGang was going to apply medicine to herself, Lin su'er was stunned. Then her first reaction was to take her hand back, "no, my hand doesn't hurt."

But Bo QinGang seemed to have guessed her movement. A force on her knuckles prevented her from pulling back her hand.

"Don't move." He said coldly, wiping the ointment on Lin su'er's palm with his fingers.

Bo QinGang grew up in the military camp. He is not the kind of delicate childe who doesn't touch the spring water. He refers to the calluses who use guns all year round.

Lin su'er's palm was sensitive because of redness and swelling. At this time, she felt the slightly thick fingers across the palm, which was just strange.

She didn't adapt to such intimacy and wanted to take out her hand, but Bo QinGang's strength on her hand was domineering and strong. She couldn't resist at all, so she had to let him wipe medicine for herself.

Thin QinGang rubbed it very carefully.

It's like what he held in the palm of his hand is a precious work of art.

The sunlight outside the corridor came in and fell on the man's angular face, outlining the shadow of his face and clavicle. For a moment, it was like a perfect pictorial, which made people unable to open their eyes.

But Lin su'er was acutely aware that something was wrong.

It's so calm.

Bo QinGang looked too calm at this time, as if... As if he was restraining something.

Not only that, the fingers that fell on the palm of her hand were so cold that they were not like human fingers, but like ice without a little temperature.

Do you mean

Lin su'er suddenly reacted and her face changed.

She suddenly grabbed thin tilted wrist, and the disordered pulse came, which immediately confirmed her guess.

Her face was more ugly for a moment. She looked up at Bo QinGang, "Bo QinGang, are you poisoned?"