Chapter 2802: Stir-fried bean sprouts with scallions: fl.u.s.tered Translation

Xin Ya was so focused on the wound on his shoulder that she didnt hear what ye Cong said. Lets, Lets go to the hospital.

I wont die.Ye Congs back was facing Xin ya, but he still insisted on asking the same question. Who told you about those messy things?

Xin Ya:

What messy things?

Ye Cong took the ointment that Xin YA had used up and waved it in front of her.

Xin Ya:

The hand that pushed the ointment away paused. This, that..

Xin Yas smile was a little stiff. It was hard to explain this.

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Youre not going to tell me?Ye Cong sneered and put away the ointment in his hand. It seems that this matter has something to do with sister Mao. In the future, sister Mao wont take you with her.

No, no,Xin ya hurriedly said. However, because of Ye Cong, she took a deep breath and quickly retracted her hand. Then, she said in a low voice, I heard it from others when I was filming last time.

Ye Cong snorted. Dont you understand? This is a good child. How can she listen?

Xin Ya:

Im about to turn 20. Im not a child anymore.Xin Ya could not help but retort. She used gauze to bandage his wound. She was unhappy because she was treated as a child.

Almost 20?

Ye Cong sneered. After she was done with the gauze, he put on his s.h.i.+rt. Xin Ya reached out to help him fasten the b.u.t.tons.

Ye Cong lowered his eyes slightly and looked at her chubby little hand. wasnt this chubby little hand just a child?

However

His gaze fell on her neck. The collarbone that was slightly exposed was very white. As for the area below the collarbone that could not be seen..

She was indeed not a child anymore.

He helped Ye Cong fasten the b.u.t.tons of his s.h.i.+rt and helped him put on his coat. His small face was still wrinkled. Why are your injuries so serious? Are you still driving like this? Otherwise

Ye Cong retracted his gaze from her body and started the car. Otherwise, are you driving? Then Im probably not injured, but dead.

Xin Ya was choked by Ye Cong and sat back down in anger. However, her gaze was fixed on his shoulder, and her worry was obvious.

While Xin Ya was staring at Ye Congs shoulder, she received another call from her mother on the way. She asked where she was and asked her to be careful on the train at night.

Xin YA agreed to it one by one. She told her mother the location before hanging up.

Your parents are very concerned about you,ye Cong suddenly said.

Xin Ya had just ended the call with her mother when she heard ye Congs words. She suddenly remembered what he had said before. He had grown up in the orphanage with young mistress, and she suddenly felt a little heartache.

Xin Ya thought about it and gently patted ye Congs arm. When Ye Cong looked at her, she said, Boss, you should spend the New Year at my house this year. My mothers cooking is really delicious.

This time, she was sincere.

Ye Cong raised his eyebrows slightly. So you lied to me this afternoon?

Xin Ya:

Of course not. Its just that Im more sincere this time,xin ya said seriously. She blinked her big eyes to prove that what she said was true.

Ye Cong suddenly laughed. He reached out and touched her head, then continued to drive.

Xin Ya paused for a moment because of his action. The place where he touched her head felt numb, and even her heartbeat unconsciously quickened.

Xin Ya silently s.h.i.+fted her gaze and reached out to cover her chest, secretly warning herself.