Chapter 114 Of Course I Choose to Forgive Her

Aoki Si sat on the sofa in the living room a little frustrated, turned on a random channel on the TV, and read the medical book carefully. Today's efforts towards Qiong have not yielded results. No matter what, Qiong was unwilling to open the door, and she didn't know what she did wrong, which always made her a little angry for no reason.

After watching for about half an hour, when it was almost time to make dinner, Aokiji put down his medical book, stretched out, and turned on the TV to prepare for cooking.

Taking out the vegetables, Aokiji hummed a little tune and listened to the female host on TV telling jokes in the variety show. When he thought about having a good sleep during the holiday tomorrow, Aokiji felt extremely happy and even cut the vegetables diligently. A few points.

Because he had to practice hard in the dream practice room every day, Aokiji was never full of energy during class. He was sleepy to death every day.

While cutting vegetables, Aokiji occasionally chuckled at the jokes the hostess told him.

"Speaking of which, what have you been busy with recently?" A male artist on TV asked the female host.

The hostess smiled softly and replied: "It's true that I haven't been too busy recently because I have been busy preparing for marriage."

"Oh oh oh!" A group of people exclaimed exaggeratedly from the TV: "I didn't expect to get married so soon!"

"Yeah, I didn't expect that either." The hostess said in a shy voice: "But when I talked about marriage, I suddenly remembered "The Rise of the Yakuza: The Bad Boy Ahu" that starts playing at seven o'clock every night. This TV series."

"Oops!" Aokiji's hand trembled when he heard this sudden turn. The kitchen knife in his hand made a cut on his finger. He instinctively flicked the knife to the side, covered his finger and took a step back. He bumped into the chair placed in front of the dining table behind him. The chair was knocked backwards, making a banging sound, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Hiss" took a breath of air, Aokiji smiled bitterly and quickly flushed the bleeding wound with water, feeling a little more angry at the female host: "How much money did you charge to switch from getting married to a TV series! Can this TV series recoup its promotional expenses with so much?"

Aokiji temporarily wrapped his finger with a kitchen towel. Looking at the bleeding wound, he hurriedly squatted in the living room to look for a band-aid.

Upstairs, Qiong carefully opened the door because he heard a crackling sound like something falling downstairs. Listening to the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets downstairs, Qiong quietly walked down the stairs and observed the situation in the living room around the corner.

She felt that this might be a trick used by Aokiji to trick her into leaving the room. This guy always looked honest and at the same time inexplicably cunning. He must have known that he couldn't keep his face up when he saw him, so he tried every means to talk to him face to face.

But when she saw Aoki Si squatting in the living room, frowning and flipping through the cabinet with one hand, and the other hand wrapped in a tissue with blood stained through the tissue, she immediately walked out.

"Qiong?" Aoki Si looked at Qiong who was walking towards him in surprise with a frown on his face. He smiled bitterly and retracted his injured hand: "Why are you down now?"

"Hand out your hand!" Qiong said with a cold face, grabbing Aoki Si's hand menacingly, obviously wanting to keep his attitude cold, to tell him that he hadn't forgiven him yet, but he couldn't help but be gentle when he acted.

He carefully opened the tissue and saw a bloody cut mark on it, which was not too big or too small. Qiong frowned fiercely: "Idiot, do you cut your fingers even when cooking?"

Seeing that Qiong Mingming looked like a little girl, but his tone was very mature, Aokiji couldn't help but smile.

"What are you laughing at? Idiot!" Qiong rolled his eyes at Aoki Si. He went to the cabinet under the TV, dug out the medical kit in two clicks, and handed it to Aoki Si.

Seeing Aokiji awkwardly holding the medical kit because of his injury, Qiong sighed helplessly: "That's true."

She took the medical kit over again, knelt down in front of Aoki Si, opened the medical kit, took out the iodine for disinfection, and then pulled out a cotton swab. She looked at Aoki Si and puffed up his face: "What are you looking at? Reach out.”

Aokiji obediently stretched out his injured finger.

Qiong put the paper towel on the ground, dipped a cotton swab in some iodine, and rubbed it on Aokiji's wound.

Aokiji took a small breath.

"Does it hurt?" Qiong's movements were more careful.

Aokiji shook his head and chuckled: "It doesn't hurt."

"Idiot!" Qiong lowered his head, his cheeks slightly red. After wiping his wound, he looked at Aoki Si and pretended to be indifferent and said, "Go and clean the wound and then come back."

As he said that, he handed him a cotton swab.

Aokiji got up obediently, used a cotton swab to go around the wound, washed the blood around his fingers, and then returned to where he was, looking at Qiong Silly.

Qiong took out the band-aid, held his finger in both hands, and taped the wound. Seeing his cheerful expression, he pressed hard on the band-aid with his fingers in shame and anger. Seeing this, Aokiji grinned in pain, then he groaned and stood up.

He turned around and walked upstairs again.

"Qiong!" Aoki Si stared at her long silver-white hair with a gentle tone.

Qiong originally planned to pretend not to hear, but heard Aokiji continue: "Thank you, Qiong."

"Idiot." Qiong couldn't help turning his head, looking at Aokiji with a smile on his face, and said angrily: "You're such a big idiot who can even cut your fingers when cutting vegetables!"

After saying that, he trotted back to his room and slammed the door shut.

Leaning against the door, Qiong patted his head in disappointment with himself: "Why couldn't you hold it back? This subordinate must have become proud again! Really?"

What a dishonest child. Aokiji felt warm in his heart and could not take his smile back. After packing up the medical kit, Aokiji looked at the female host who was still chatting on the TV. Listening to her talk about the joint venture between the two countries in TV series and the blossoming of culture and sports, he actually felt that it was not that important. I hate her.

Well, everyone wants to eat properly.

Aokiji chose to forgive her. Of course, I still won’t watch the TV series. The people in it can fight and talk, and they are all talents. He feels that the people around him are already exciting enough in reality, so it is better not to let TV series continue to push his limits.

After touching the band-aid on his finger, Aokiji returned to the kitchen and started a happy cooking time.

"Azhen, I'm in love with Aqiang~" As he sang a Chinese song that he didn't know how to remember, Aokiji grinned almost to his ears.