'The Craftsman' retracted a message and hit you.

President Jiang withdrew quickly, but Qi Bai still saw it.

Although it was very inappropriate, three words suddenly appeared in his mind - undress.

Qi Bai: "..."

The author has something to say:

Professor Jiang: Take off your clothes.

Xiaobai: I am yellow.

President Jiang covered his butt: You don't have a sore butt, do you?

Chapter 40

Qi Bai just suspected that Jiang Yi was being fooled by Yu Qinchuan, but now he is convinced.

After kicking the bathroom oolong from last night out of his mind, Qi Bai picked up his clothes and took a picture of the scar on his waist, and returned to Jiang Yi:

My back hurts.

Before Qi Bai opened the album and sent the photos, Jiang Yi brushed three exclamation marks:

【Craftsman】:! ! !

[Craftsman]: You can't tell by holding the grass, it's so intense? People with such good physical strength are causing back pain? ?

[Qi Baishi divided into white]: [Photo]

[Qi Baishi divides white]: ? ? ?

'The Craftsman' retracted a message and hit you.

[Craftsman]: Are you injured while holding the grass?

Qi Bai: "..."

Don't think I didn't see you quickly withdrawing...

Qi Bai's mood is complicated, so Jiang Yi should not look at Renji.

It was said that he and Jiang Jianzhi were not in that kind of relationship.

At this time, Jiang Yi didn't care about the foundation or not. After seeing the photo, his waist and buttocks were no longer sore, and he sat up from the bed and said to Qi Bai:

"Did those rubbish hit you yesterday?"

Mr. Jiang was drunk in the first half of last night. It is rare to be able to stand firm against the wall and take a video with his mobile phone.

When the fight was fierce, he patronized and applauded, but he didn't even notice that Qi Bai was injured.

No matter how strict Jiang Yi's family education is, he is also a pampered and pampered second-generation rich. He usually bumps into each other. Before he gets home, the family doctor is already waiting with a medicine box.

How has President Jiang ever seen this battle? Immediately, he prepared to call the family doctor to have someone come to see Qi Bai.

Qi Bai asked him not to make a fuss, and replied vaguely with his toothbrush in his mouth:

"It's okay, little injury."

The medicine Jiang Jianzhi gave him was very effective, but the injury just looked terrifying, but there was nothing wrong with it.

What Jiang Jianzhi noticed, but he didn't realize, Jiang Yi felt guilty:

"Can I go to the ground? I'll send you soup tonic at noon today?"

Qi Bai: "...I'm injured, not paralyzed, thank you."

The lively Qi Bai rejected President Jiang's doctor and tonic soup, and was going to go to the studio.

After the end of the year, his studio reopened, and with the Lanxi campus as a signboard, there were significantly more schoolmates and younger students who came to Mr. Qi to learn painting——

No matter how dedicated a university teacher is, he can teach several classes of students at the same time, but he cannot always take care of him.

After four years of college, there are a lot of people who haven't said a word to the teacher alone.

Qi Bai was the only one in the studio in class. He didn't do one-on-one tutoring, he only took large classes, which was quite manageable.

When the elevator stopped on the 20th floor with a ding, Qi Bai and Jiang Jianzhi inside met face to face.

Qi Bai was surprised: "Mr. Jiang?"

Seeing that he was about to go out, Jiang Jianzhi stepped out of the elevator and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

Qi Bai shook his head, he was going to buy two buns on the way to the studio.

Jiang Jianzhi, who was carrying the packing box: "That's just right."

Two minutes later, Qi Bai, who had left and returned, sat at the dining table and had breakfast.

Professor Jiang frowned habitually as he looked at the pile of unsealed but unfinished snacks on his coffee table.

Qi Bai took a mouthful of shredded chicken porridge with matsutake mushrooms, his eyes narrowed, and asked Jiang Jianzhi where he bought it. It was delicious.

Jiang Jianzhi threw the revived nuts into the trash and said the name of the store.

After listening to it, Qi Bai, a regular customer of take-out, scratched it in his head and remembered that it was a private kitchen restaurant that only accepts delivery. To order food, you need to call ahead to make a reservation.

The price is not cheap.

He vaguely remembered that this store sold a siomai for 28.99.

This breakfast cost a few hundred, and Qi Bai suddenly felt that it was not the freshness of matsutake mushrooms, but the fragrance of money.

He didn't know what Jiang Jianzhi's monthly income was, but from Yu Qinchuan, he knew that they did not lack money if they were doing well in this line of work. The money masters paid for the necessities of life, and the rich money masters also sent watches to the car from time to time.

Qi Bai was not short of money, but also felt that this meal was a bit extravagant, and silently brought back the crystal meat bun that he had just disliked for being too meaty.

The meat buns of dozens of dollars and four are not delicious. It is definitely not the problem of the meat buns, but the problem of his tongue.

A certain cleanliness man started to clean up the coffee table without saying a word. Qi Bai had become accustomed to this Mr. Tianluo and asked:

"Mr. Jiang, don't you want to eat?"

He couldn't finish it all by himself.

Mr. Tianluo shook his head, it was almost ten o'clock, he had already eaten.

After cleaning up the dry leaves of the green radish, Jiang Jianzhi asked Qi Bai casually, "Will you be going to the studio later?"

Qi Bai nodded.

Jiang Jianzhi asked again, "Did you put medicine on your waist?"

Qi Bai continued to nod.

Jiang Jianzhi looked at him calmly.

Qi Bai's face didn't change: "It really is."

Jiang Jianzhi stated the facts in a low voice: "You don't smell like medicine."

Qi Bai: "...?"

Well, he just thinks the medicine is too heavy and useless.

The medicated oil is very effective, but after using it last night, his pajamas were full of the smell of medicine, and even the bed had that lingering smell.

Thinking of going out today, Qi Bai didn't paint.

Jiang Jianzhi slowly wiped his fingers with a handkerchief and asked the old question——

Take it off yourself or help you take it off?

Qi Bai: "..."

Qi Bai finally came to the studio with the smell of medicine, and the students with a good nose smelled it, cared and curious:

"Brother Qi, did you put ointment on your body?"