Chapter 11 The Ointment I Don’t Want to Use

Wen Qing didn't like to be the center of attention for others, so after whispering to Tang Tang that it didn't matter, she walked to the bathroom.

Putting your hand under the cold water, the burning sensation on the back of the hand was slightly relieved. Tang Tang followed closely and looked at Wen Qing's blistered hands with red eyes.

"Sister Wenqing, I'm sorry, I was too reckless."

Wen Qing smiled

"It's okay. It will subside in two days. Don't blame yourself."

Wen Qing didn't bathe for long. After all, the water was too cold. Tang Tang followed closely and sat down with her, his eyes never leaving her hand.

"Sister Wenqing, wait a moment, I'll ask my assistant to buy ointment."

Her manager has many artists, and she is just an inconspicuous one among them. On the first day she came to film, she was followed by an assistant.

Tang Tang searched the venue for a long time but couldn't find her assistant, so she touched her nose awkwardly.

"Maybe she has something to do."

The funny thing is that she doesn't know.

Wen Qing saw the self-deprecating curve of her mouth, and suddenly felt pity in her heart.

"Then Sister Wenqing, let me buy it for you."

After saying this, he stood up.

Wen Qing grabbed her without even thinking.

"Need not"

How can you get her to buy it? Besides, filming will start soon.

“I can just buy it myself, it’ll be fine”

Although he said that, Wen Qing put away his injured hand. After all, the wound was still a bit unsightly .

It happened that the venue manager was calling the artists to start filming.

Wen Qing pushed Tang Tang into the arena

"Don't worry about filming, I'm really fine, eh?"

Tang Tang stared at her hands behind her back

"Then...Sister Wen Qing, I'm going to film first."

Wen Qing nodded.

Looking down at the injury on her hand, she saw that her skin was very white and tender, and there would be traces if she was bumped or touched. Now...the wound is indeed a bit ugly.

Looking at the script that was slightly changed today, it is already a plot that will be filmed in a few days. There is no need for her to be here.

I told the director and prepared to go back.

She still treasures her hands.

I just didn't expect that when I walked to the door, I was stopped by someone.

"Miss Wen"

Wen Qing turned around and saw the person coming. He was a little surprised and his eyes widened slightly.

"Mr. Qi"

Qi Wen came trotting over. When he heard Wen Qing calling his name, he waved his hand.

"What's your name, Mr. Qi? We don't have to be so unfamiliar with each other. Let's call him Brother Qi."

Wen Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, it seemed that they were not very familiar with each other. However, he is Lu Yi's manager... naturally he is willing to call him brother.

"Brother Qi!"

"Eh!"

Qi Wen seemed very happy to get the title he wanted, and Qi Wen didn't care about the faint curve at the corner of Wen Qing's mouth just now.

"Is something wrong?"

It looked like he had just come back from outside.

Qi Wen handed over the bag in his hand, and Wen Qing opened his eyes slightly.

"This is?"

Qi Wen didn't wait for her to take it and stuffed it directly into her hand.

"Here are some ointments for burns. Didn't your hands get burned?"

Qi Wen raised his chin slightly and looked at the blisters on her hands.

Wen Qing was a little flattered

"this…"

Before he finished speaking, Qi Wen put his hands in his pockets

"Lao Lu asked me to help buy it."

Wen Qing's hand that he had just stretched out stopped and even pulled back a little.

She naturally knew who the old Lu was in his mouth.

Seeing Wen Qing's stunned look, Qi Wen smiled with understanding.

He said something to Wen Qing and left. Wen Qing only saw his back leaving, but couldn't hear what he said. His mind was filled with the words "Lao Lu asked me to help him buy it."

He lowered his head slightly, looked at the bag in his hand, and slowly curled his fingers.

After returning home, Wen Qing went to his room and took out the ointment from the bag. He stared at it for a long time, then closed his eyes, held it on his chest, and raised a nice curve at the corner of his mouth.

After that, put the ointment inside a box. Then he went to the living room to take out the medicine box and found the ointment inside to treat the wounds on his hands.