Chapter 81: Does the wound still hurt?

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After hesitating for almost a minute, Shi Yuting answered the phone at the last moment.
"Hey?"
The deep voice is very magnetic, resembling a natural sound, echoed in Jing Xinlei's ear.
Listening to the delayed call, she thought he would no longer answer her own phone. When she tried to hang up, she heard the familiar voice again.
She warmed in her heart and smiled.
"Ting, there is a cocktail party tonight, and Sheng Hao and they are all here. Do you ... do you want to come too?
In fact, today is her birthday.
Five years ago, he spent one birthday with her, but since she went abroad, she never received his birthday wishes and any gifts.
Shi Yuting's eyes slightly lifted, and his sight just touched the only one not far away.
Seeing him suddenly look at himself, the only meal left, he hurriedly bowed his head.
Why is there a feeling of guilty conscience?
"Ting?" There was no response on the phone, Jing Xinlei could not help frowning.
Shi Yuting withdrew his eyes and wanted to refuse, but after seeing the only face on the left, he suddenly changed his mind.
"it is good."
Jing Xinlei was overjoyed upon hearing the sound.
"Then I wait for you!"
Shi Yuting did not say anything, but hung up the phone.
Five thirty.
The company's personnel have left one after another, and Zuo Youyi also started to pack things.
When things were done, she looked up and looked at the desk not far away.
Shi Yuting still lowered his head, a pair of long and narrow eyes glanced at the document in front of him.
The only thing left is to do nothing, simply rest his chin on the desk, admiring the man's face carved like jade.
Feeling a line of sight, Shi Yuting frowned, then raised his head and saw the woman looking at him with admiration.
Touching his eyes, the only one left, trying to avoid the sight.
"come."
Shi Yuting hooked her.
The only one on the left froze, slowly stood up and walked towards the man's desk.
"Why?" She asked, walking across from his desk, stunned.
"Come here." He tilted his head and pointed to the position beside him.
She paused.
Half a second later, he moved his feet and came to the position beside him.
As soon as she approached, Shi Yuting raised her hand and pushed her towards her, pushing her into his arms.
"Does the wound still hurt?" He asked, raising his hand, lifting her skirt.
The deep voice seemed to reveal a magical power, which made people intoxicated.
Leaning on his strong chest, feeling his muscular chest muscles, the only one on the left couldn't help blushing!
She lowered her head and watched his slender fingers gently stroke the scar on her leg. "It doesn't hurt anymore, but occasionally itchy."
Sometimes she couldn't help but want to scratch.
With that said, she wanted to raise her hand because it was a little itchy at the moment.
Shi Yuting took her hand away, then stretched out her thumb and rubbed gently on her wound, which was extremely gentle.
His face was buried in her shoulder socket, the only one on the left raised his head slightly, and his perfect silhouette was just a centimeter away.
This man is a little unbelievable.
Sometimes speaking is short and straightforward, and does not take into account anyone's feelings, but it can be gentle, but it makes people sink.
Shi Yuting raised his eyes and touched her eyes, then lifted a thin lip, "Why, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to see it in the future?"
The only one on the left was stunned for a while, and he didn't understand what he meant.
After half a second, she would be sorry, and she followed his words.