Chapter 20 Sweet Tiramisu

"Please come in"

Aunt Wen came in with a cup of hot milk.

"RongRong, drink some milk. Drinking milk will help you grow taller."

The corners of Yan Rongrong's mouth twitched.

"Aunt Wen, I'm 19 years old, how can I still grow taller?"

Aunt Wen didn't care about that, anyway, she said her face could still grow, and she was still 23 years old.

She stood aside and watched Yan Rongrongping put together the pieces of the mobile phone.

"It's broken like this, why are you fighting for it? Let the young master take you to buy another one tomorrow. I'll put your card away for you. Don't fight for it. It's a waste of time."

Yan Rongrong smiled and said nothing.

The sound of the doorbell came from outside, Aunt Wen said quickly.

"Maybe the young master is back. I'll open the door."

Aunt Wen hurried out and found that it was really Si Boxheng.

"Master, you came back very early tonight."

Her eyes fell on the cake held by Si Boheng, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Master, are you worried about Rong Rong?"

Si Boheng stood at the entrance to change his shoes.

"How is she?"

Aunt Wen took the coat he took off, hung it up, and whispered.

"I feel better now. I'm working on my cell phone in the room."

When Si Boheng came in with the cake, he saw the girl sitting at the table, busy with her head down.

Her long black hair was hanging loose, and her long eyelashes were drawn into a beautiful arc by the light.

He unconsciously slowed down his steps.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Rongrong raised her head and looked towards him.

"Mr. Si, are you back?"

Si Boheng put the cake on the table and frowned slightly when he saw the fragments of mobile phones all over the table.

"Stop fighting. The internal parts must be broken. I'll take you to buy a mobile phone tomorrow."

Yan Rongrong's eyes were a little embarrassed, feeling as if she had been taking advantage of Mr. Si.

She lowered her head and continued to work on her phone, but she was thinking in her heart that she should probably go out and find a job so that she could have income.

Si Boheng looked at the cake at hand, coughed slightly, and was about to pretend to be casual and ask her if she wanted dessert.

But I heard Yan Rongrong's cry.

"What's wrong?"

He quickly grabbed Yan Rongrong's hand and saw bright red blood droplets emerging from the slender fingers.

"do not move!"

He quickly took a tissue from the table and carefully wiped the blood stains.

Yan Rongrong gasped in pain.

Si Boheng asked nervously.

"It hurts? Let me be gentle."

Yan Rongrong bit her lip and shook her head.

"It doesn't hurt"

Si Boheng squatted in front of Yan Rongrong and gently rubbed her fingers with his fingers. Yan Rongrong subconsciously wanted to retract her hand.

"Don't move, there seems to be a piece of debris stuck in it."

Yan Rongrong did not dare to move anymore. She just looked at Si Boheng's white fingers stained with her blood, and the warmth between his fingers melted into her fingers little by little. Yan Rongrong suddenly did not dare to look into Si Boheng's eyes.

Si Boheng gently placed a tissue on the wound and saw Yan Rongrong looking out the window, her voice slowing down.

"Bear with me, I'll get the medicine kit."

When Yan Rongrong saw him going out, she looked at her fingers again, as if his warmth was still between her fingers. She took away the tissue, held her fingers in front of her eyes, and looked at them carefully for a while.

Sure enough, I saw a small shard of glass stuck in the flesh.

She fumbled with her fingers, then pinched the fragment and pulled it out with force. The blood that had stopped suddenly flowed more, and drop by drop spread on her skirt.

Si Boheng quickly ran in with the medicine box and saw Yan Rongrong casually pulling out a piece of tissue, wrapping it around her fingers, looking up and smiling at him.

"Mr. Si, there's no need to bother, I've already taken out the fragments."

Si Boheng's eyes darkened and he quickly looked at her fingers. There were blood stains on the tissue, and there was a small blood-stained fragment on the table.

Yan Rongrong smiled carelessly.

"It's okay, it's just a small wound. It will stop bleeding in a while."

Si Boheng's eyes moved to the blood stains on her skirt, and his eyes were a little complicated. What kind of experience has this girl endured so much?

He put down the medicine box and bent down to hug Yan Rongrong.

Yan Rongrong was startled and whispered.

"Mr. Si, can you...can you stop hugging me like this..."

Before she could finish her words, Si Boheng had already hugged her sideways. Si Boheng put her on the bed, pulled up a chair and sat next to her, opened the medicine box, disinfected her fingers and applied medicine.

Yan Rongrong looked at Si Boheng who was treating her wounds seriously, feeling a little sad for no reason, and then thought about the comments about Si Boheng on the Internet.

He is cold and distant, dignified and indifferent, and never speaks falsely to women.

Those people are so good at spreading rumors. If Mr. Mingsi is so gentle and kind, his future wife will definitely be very happy!

Si Boheng covered the wound with a band-aid and warned.

"Don't touch the water these days. Be careful of wound inflammation."

Yan Rongrong smiled. The injuries she suffered before were much more serious than this, and she never encountered such bad luck as inflammation.

However, Mr. Si said this because he cared about her, and she was very grateful and obedient.

"Ok, I know!"

Si Bo Heng raised his head, but met Yan Rongrong's clear eyes. He was slightly startled, and for a moment he stopped moving.

Yan Rongrong was staring at him with a pair of black eyes, and her face felt a little hot inexplicably. She gently twitched her hand, but did not pull it. Mr. Si squeezed her wrist tightly and did not let go.

"Mr. Si"

Si Boheng came to his senses, quickly let go and stood up.

"Oh, I, um, bought tiramisu. I wonder if you like it?"

Yan Rongrong was pleasantly surprised.

"I like it. It's very delicious, but it's not cheap."

Si Boheng looked at her smile and his eyes softened unconsciously.

"As long as you like it, I'll buy it for you if you want to eat it later."

Si Boheng opened the tiramisu, held it in front of Yan Rongrong, and handed the spoon to her.

"Taste it."

Yan Rongrong felt it was very fragrant when she smelled it. This was really delicious, but it was a pity that she was reluctant to buy it before. She took one bite and it melted in her mouth. It was full of sweet fragrance.

She took another spoonful and brought it to Si Boheng's mouth.

"Mr. Si, you should try it too, it's very delicious."

Si Boheng looked at her smile and opened his mouth to eat as if he was bewitched. Seeing Yan Rongrong looking at him with a pair of bright eyes, he nodded.

"Yeah, it tastes good."

He actually doesn't like eating this kind of sweet and greasy food, but today he found that it seemed to be quite delicious.

Yan Rongrong took several more bites by herself, and then realized that she had just fed Si Boheng with the same spoon she had used.

All of a sudden, she froze there, her face flushed.

Seeing that she suddenly stopped eating, Si Boheng looked at her suspiciously and found that her face was very red.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

He stretched out his hand and gently touched Yan Rongrong's forehead. It seemed that the temperature was not high, but looking at Yan Rongrong's appearance, something was obviously not right. He thought there was something wrong with the cake.

"RongRong, don't eat it. Tell me what feels wrong."

Yan Rongrong exhaled heavily, her eyes wandering wildly.

"No...no discomfort, it's delicious."