Paranoid president, he is inappropriate [wearing books](BL) (MTL)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9 I'm not really jealous of you

    Song Yan arrived in only half an hour, carrying a bag in his hand, which contained clothes that Jiang Lian could wear, a full suit, and a tube of ointment.

    "Mr. Ji, I've brought the things."

    After entering the office door, Song Yan handed the bag to Ji Mianzhu. Ji Mianzhu winked at him and asked him to be quiet as he took it. Song Yan was stunned for a moment, and his expression became clear when he caught a glimpse of the sleeping person on the sofa next to him.

    He was quite polite and stopped talking, turned and backed out, not forgetting to gently close the door.

    Ji Mianzhu poked around in the bag and took out the ointment from the bottom. He glanced at Jiang Lian, who was sleeping soundly on the sofa, and then looked at the tube in his hand, caught in a dilemma.

    If the wound is not treated in time, it will be difficult to do if it worsens. But Jiang Lian hadn't woken up yet. The person let him sleep by himself. He just lay down not long ago. If he called the other party up, Jiang Lian wouldn't be angry with him, would he?     Ji Mianzhu pursed his lips, a tangled expression appeared on his face, and after weighing it again and again, he was ready to step forward to call someone. Just as he approached with the ointment, the person on the sofa moved and opened his cold eyes, which were very rational, and there was no confusion at all when he just woke up.     Ji Mianzhu heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this.     It's good to wake up on his own, save him having to call people up.     "Secretary Song has already delivered the things, and now I'll give you the medicine?"     Ji Mianzhu held the tube of ointment and showed it to Jiang Lian.     Jiang Lian nodded and straightened up from the sofa.     Ji Mianzhu took advantage of the situation to sit on one side, and moved Jiang Lian's clothes back to check his injuries very naturally. After half an hour, the red marks on the other's skin did not subside at all, showing that the heat was serious. I don't know who it is, it's such a heavy hand. Ji Mianzhu frowned slightly, unscrewed the cap of the ointment, squeezed out a light-colored ointment from the pulp of his finger, and covered Jiang Lian's chest.     As if afraid of Jiang Lian's pain, Ji Mianzhu moved very gently, rubbing the skin of the opponent's chest inch by inch, spreading the ointment evenly.

    Halfway through wiping, Ji Mianzhu looked at his hands that were constantly moving, and suddenly realized a serious problem.

    Jiang Lian's injury was on his chest, not his back. His hands were also very good, and he moved freely.

    Then what are you doing?

    Why are you so aggressively drugging people? ?

    Bad intentions? ? ?

    For a while, Ji Mianzhu seemed to feel Jiang Lian's gaze from overhead, and his scalp suddenly tingled. But if you have done all your work and leave suddenly in the middle of it, wouldn't that make your name even more real? Thinking of this, Ji Mianzhu couldn't bear to look up at Jiang Lian, and daring to finish the rest of the paint quickly.

    As if to show his innocence, Ji Mianzhu kept an eye on his fingers the whole time, and didn't look anywhere, just like a little daughter-in-law.

    The moment Ji Mianzhu closed the lid of the ointment, Ji Mianzhu felt a sense of relief after all the hard work. He pulled a distance away and handed Jiang Lian the clean clothes that Song Yan brought.

    "Put it on, and this ointment, three times a day, don't forget to apply it."

    After speaking, he consciously ran to the side.