Entering the villa, Xiang Xing blinked her soft eyes and quickly looked up and down at the house environment that is likely to be her home.

    I saw that the small villa on the second floor was decorated very exquisitely, and the interior wall was the same as the exterior wall, which was also a very young girl''s macarone color.

    The whole, whether home or furnishings, is extremely chic and lovely. There is a specially empty display wall in the living room, nailed with all kinds of photos and group photos of her and Zhao Qianqian.

    From the antiquity of the photo frame and photos, as well as the appearance of girls of different ages in the photos, the two should have known each other since they were very young and grew up together.

    The house doesn''t seem to be rented. It should be bought by one or both of them.

    After the analysis, the little guy kept these preliminary findings in mind.

    Later, Zhao Qianqian took her to the pink sofa in the living room and sat down. As if she was used to being natural, she took out a medicine box from the small cabinet on the side.

    "Come on, let me see your wound first."

    The woman swung the two sleeves of Xiang Xing with a worried face.

    Soon, the arms almost scattered with scars appeared in front of the three pairs of eyes again.

    "Hiss..."

    Zhao Qianqian took a low breath. Without saying anything, he took out a medical cotton swab and a ointment that had been used for more than half, and began to apply medicine to the little guy.

    Seeing this, the two big men on the side could not help frowning frequently.

    Looking at Xiang Xing''s slightly tight face, his eyebrows seemed to hurt. Zuo Yan narrowed his eyes, and his heart hurt for no reason.

    He sipped his lips, then, as if he couldn''t help it, with a slightly calm and magnetic voice, he asked faintly, "she often does this?"

    "... ah?"

    Zhao Qian was stunned.

    After a pause, he blinked his beautiful eyes at Xiang Xing first, and whispered, "can you say it?"

    "Well."

    The little guy nodded his head without hesitation.

    After all, she really wants to know, cough

    "All right."

    Seeing this, Zhao Qianqian looked sideways at the expressionless handsome man and nodded at him, "star, every time she comes home, she will bring back a wound... It has been like this since childhood."

    "... no, why?"

    Without waiting for Zuo Yan''s response, Xing mu on the side suddenly jumped up and didn''t understand, "why do you beat children? Domestic violence is against the law!"

    As he spoke, he frowned again and looked at Xiang Xing strangely.

    Whispered, "well, is it because of work?"

    After all, he has heard that the Xiang family is a very traditional and old-fashioned aristocratic family... It seems reasonable that their children can''t accept being online celebrities for live broadcasting.

    But it''s not going to start directly, is it??

    "Well, it''s not because of work, otherwise she would not be allowed to broadcast live with her ability of divination and fortune telling."

    Listening to the man''s self talk, Zhao Qianqian smiled faintly.

    Some helplessly looked at Xiang Xing and sighed, "but I don''t know what it is..."

    With that, the woman shook her head, suddenly bent her slender fingers and bounced on the forehead of the little guy who was also confused.

    Pretending to be angry, "this silly girl has never told me the truth for so many years."

    "But..."

    Zhao Qianqian suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief and put on a face of relief. "From today on, this little guy can finally escape from the broken house and the clutches of the dead old man!"

    As she continued to medicate Xiang Xing, she smiled, "in order to celebrate the star''s official departure from the sea of suffering, I booked the Michelin package of Toon hotel tonight. I want to go to happy with her!"

    "... Hello," love

    Xing Mu turned his eyes and couldn''t help staring at his female ticket, "is it appropriate for you to speak like this?"

    At least that''s Xiang Xing''s father and family.

    However, before Zhao Qianqian spoke, Xiang Xing returned to his mind and nodded hard at him.

    "Appropriate!" he said in a solemn voice

    It''s not a bad thing to leave such a terrible home early.

    Of course, it''s mainly because Zhao Qianqian mentioned the Michelin package just now

    If you don''t say you can celebrate happily, you may not eat it!

    Thinking of this, the little guy''s saliva almost flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

    "Look, we stars are very conscious!"

    Zhao Qian shrugged helplessly.

    He continued to put medicine on the girl''s arm.

    Right now.

    The little guy suddenly felt that the other arm seemed to be gently lifted.

    She was stunned and couldn''t help glancing subconsciously.

    I didn''t know when the left inkstone sat beside her. At this time, he had picked up the cotton swab and the ointment and squeezed it carefully.

    At this time, his thin lips closed tightly and his head hung slightly. His slender and thick eyelashes slightly covered his delicate eyes, but he couldn''t see the color at the bottom of his eyes.

    But after preparing the ointment, without saying a word, he daubed it on the scar on her arm.

    Seeing this, Xiang Xing was even more stunned, and her soft eyes opened subconsciously.

    But he felt that the man''s smearing action was extremely light, which seemed to be more careful than Zhao Qianqian.

    It seems to be gently wiping a very precious art.

    Seeing this, the little guy felt as if he had missed a beat and suddenly throbbed.

    Unexpectedly, this cold man has such a gentle side.

    ——Such a man must be an ambassador of happiness, right? Yeah??

    The girl couldn''t help praying madly in her heart.

    ……

    With the help of Zuo Yan, Xiang Xing took the medicine. After a while, all the injuries on Xiang Xing''s arm were handled.

    Then, Zhao Qianqian also dragged the little guy into the bedroom to check and continue to deal with her injuries.

    "... the left inkstone and the left heavenly king"

    Looking at Zuo Yan motionless and staring at the nervous appearance of the bedroom door upstairs, Xing Mu couldn''t help puffing a smile, deliberately raised his hand and shook hard in front of him.

    Deliberately joked, "your boy fell in love at first sight and fell in love with others?"

    "... No."

    Hearing the speech, Zuo Yan took back his eyes and glanced at the other side slightly unnaturally.

    After a while of silence, he opened his thin lips slightly and opened his mouth low, "I just feel that he has some inspiration."

    "Ha? Inspiration?"

    Xing Mu opened his eyes in amazement.

    After a pause, he smiled strangely and raised his eyebrows at him. "No, brother, you said you wanted to write your own song. Do you still want to write a song about domestic violence?"

    "This theme is not popular now, especially in large traffic like you."

    I saw him hug his chest slightly, the laughing color on his face suddenly dispersed, and put on a serious manager style.