The sudden change shocked everyone.
The scene was a mess.
Blood dripped from Xiangwan's hands onto the floor, turning red and shocking.
Xing Feifei seemed dumbfounded, her eyes widened in horror, she kept saying "I didn't do it on purpose", looking at her father with a pale face, as if she was afraid of being blamed.
"My God! This, this, this..."
The first person to rush over was Xiang Wan's mother, Tan Yunchun.
No mother will feel more distressed when she sees her child hurt.
She couldn't blame anyone, so she took Xiang Wan's hand and looked at it, then ran to find the medicine box.
The aunt and uncle hurriedly helped to clean the dirty floor and clear up the broken glass next to her. Fang Yuanyuan pulled Xiang Wan to sit on the sofa and breathed on her wound with distressed faces.
My aunt and uncle recovered from the horror, and they were blaming their daughter for being careless, asking how Xiang Wan was with concern, and then turning to comfort their younger son after his son was so frightened that he cried every day.
The room was in a mess, and the chickens were flying and the dogs were jumping.
Crying, coaxing, surprised, relieved.
The calmest people were the victim Xiang Wan and Cheng Zheng who came to visit the house.
After Xiang Wan's initial heart-piercing pain, he soon became a little numb from the pain. Apart from the shock when he saw the long stream of blood and the shards of glass stuck in his flesh, he could only watch coldly at his relatives in the room. .
Cheng Zheng, who was probably used to seeing death and blood, had the calmest expression.
He is an outsider, so it's not convenient for him to get involved. Standing on the side with one hand in his trouser pocket, it wasn't until Tan Yunchun rushed over with the medicine box in a hurry to treat Xiang Wan's wound that he frowned and took a graceful step forward.
"Do you need help?"
Xiang Wan looked up, "No need."
Tan Yunchun was overjoyed, "Okay!"
The mother and daughter spoke in unison.
Then, Xiang Wan looked at her mother in embarrassment, wanting to get out of the way like a hot potato, and compliment Cheng Zheng like grateful.
"Why didn't I think of it? Team Cheng is a professional in this job. It's great that you are willing to help my girl... Sigh, my girl is just clumsy. I haven't done any work since I was a child. Just let her do something." Any little thing can hurt yourself..."
BALABALA_
She kept talking, but Xiang Wan's scalp tingled from hearing it.
Is this my mother
It made her worthless, and it almost made her go to heaven.
Also, does she know what Cheng Zheng's major is
You know, her mother can still treat her as a corpse
Xiang Wan pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, sweeping Fang Yuanyuan's narrow face from the corner of her eye, sighing.
Cheng Zheng, who was half squatting in front of her, didn't speak either.
With a sullen face, he used the tweezers to pick up the shards of glass very seriously, and his movements were cautious, but Xiang Wan was frightened by him... It was as if she was a corpse on his autopsy table, and he could find something useful from her fingers The physical evidence, even reluctant to blink an eye.
The place where Xiangwan's fingers touched him was icy cold.
It was so hot, but his hands were so hot.
Unlike Bai Muchuan, whose fingertips are as hot as fire—
But Xiang Wan thought that this was in line with Cheng Zheng's design.
He has always had a sense of distance from people, and he looks easygoing but actually indifferent.
This is similar to Bai Muchuan on the outside, but completely different on the inside—
"... hiss!"
The sudden pain in his fingers awakened Xiang Wan's reverie.
Suddenly realizing that she was thinking of Bai Muchuan again, a faint cold sweat rolled down her back.
painful.
She twitched her face, blinked and asked, "Can you be gentle?"
Bai Muchuan raised his head and glanced at her, his voice was low and slow: "There is no wound that doesn't hurt. Even a needle hurts, let alone glass? Hold on!"
"..."
But it was too painful.
"Ten fingers connect to the heart, Dui Cheng!"
Xiang Wan almost said it through gritted teeth.
On the forehead, cold sweat broke out from the pain, and the body was tense and couldn't help trembling——
If she hadn't been watched by so many people, she would really be in pain and shed tears.
Cheng Zheng moved more slowly and gently, focused his eyes on her injured finger, and frowned from time to time. Seen from the side, his facial features were more profound, that kind of calm and noble, and Bai Muchuan's cool and evil, It's a different kind of masculinity.
In the room, someone looked at him crazy.
He said nothing.
Then, wrapping up gauze to disinfect Xiang Wan, he opened his mouth for no reason.
"The ten fingers are not only connected to the heart, but the ten fingers are born from the same root."
It wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for several people in the room to hear clearly.
He made it clear that he was mocking Xing Feifei, implying that she did it on purpose.
Even though Xiang Wan also had speculations in his heart, there was no way to say such unsubstantiated things—
What's more, as an outsider, how can he say it without any worries
The character of the person—
Very embarrassing.
Embarrassing for many people.
Aunt, uncle, aunt, uncle... and Feifei Xing.
She seemed to want to explain, her cheeks flushed red with anxiety. But Cheng Zheng didn't specify what to say. If she explained too deliberately, it would appear that there was no money here.
Moreover, Xing Feifei didn't want to offend him and create a rift with him.
"Cousin..." Xing Feifei chose to pretend to be cowardly.
She called Xiang Wan, walked slowly in front of her with a mournful face, blinked her lower lip pitifully, as if she was about to cry, "Are you in pain? I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'm always reckless , hurt you... the expression, why don't you hit me to relieve your anger?"
Xiang Wan had known Xing Feifei for more than ten years.
This was the first time I heard her whisper in front of her.
I'm not used to it, I seem to be a different person—
But he managed to push her into a situation where she must be forgiven.
There was an unusual smell in the air, and everyone's eyes fell on Xiang Wan's face.
My aunt and uncle spoke apologetically, easing the awkward atmosphere. My mother secretly tugged at the corner of her clothes, signaling her to be good. My aunt and uncle obviously wanted to calm things down, and looked at her helplessly.
Everyone doesn't want to lose face in front of the guests, so where does she have a choice
Xiang Wan smiled.
How she laughed she didn't know.
But when she smiled, everyone was satisfied.
"It's okay, you didn't mean it, who hasn't been careless?"
When Xing Feifei looked at her, her eyes lit up slightly.
Immediately, she lowered her eyes guiltyly, "Thank you cousin, I will help you to the restaurant."
"No. The hand is injured, not the foot."
Xiang Wan stood up, and when passing by Xing Feifei, she sneered in a whisper-like voice, "Of course, to me, hands are more important than feet. So, I have to thank you for allowing me to rest A few days."
Her hand was injured and she couldn't type.
Breaking the update means suspending speculation, and it also means that her small manuscript fee will be shortened.
It was naturally difficult for Xing Feifei to understand her situation, and she was stunned for a while.
Xiang Wan pursed her lips and walked over without looking at her, but sensitively noticed that Cheng Zheng was casting a complicated look at her.
Xiang Wan's heart skipped a beat.
She followed that line of sight and "caught" it.
However, nothing.
Cheng Zheng's face was indifferent and emotionless, as if he didn't care about their housework at all, and even made her suspect that his suspected condemnation just now was not from him at all.
He is wiping his hands.
Wipe your hands carefully with gauze soaked in alcohol.
It's as if... touching her hands made his hands dirty.
This style of painting...
Xiang Wan coughed lightly, "Cheng Dui, go wash up inside."
"No need." Cheng Zheng said slowly, and put the medicine box on the coffee table, "Uncle Xing, Aunt Tan, I'm sorry, I can't eat this meal."
"..."
What do you mean you can't eat anymore
The aunt's face froze for a moment, then she asked with a smile: "The meal is ready, Xiao Cheng, is there anything urgent?"
"Yeah." Cheng Zheng smiled politely, nodded to everyone, did not explain too much, but suddenly turned around and reached out to hold Xiang Wan.
To be more precise, he held her wounded hand and stared at her for a while.
"The bleeding has stopped temporarily. If you still have bleeding symptoms later, it is recommended to go to the hospital."
Xiang Wan smiled awkwardly, "Okay, thank you Cheng Dui."
Cheng Zheng: "You're welcome, I'll wait for your update."
Xiang Wan: "..."
Is this another book fan
Sensing Xing Feifei's unfriendly gaze, Xiang Wan pursed his lips, and pointed at the injured hand that Cheng Zheng let go of, he waved lightly at him, "Okay, no problem. I'm just saying this to you, the author is hurting." Keep changing in battle!"
Cheng Zheng frowned, and fixed her eyes like X-rays.
"Then I'll go first. They made an appointment to have a farewell party with the white team at noon today, I almost forgot, so I have to hurry there—"
White team
Bai Muchuan
What does farewell mean
Is he - leaving
Xiang Wan stayed for a while.
She wanted to ask, but Cheng Zheng only saw his back.
He's gone, leaving a room full of awkward people.
And that medicine box lying quietly on the coffee table, neatly organized by Cheng Zheng—
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The second male is officially in battle. The aftermath of the male lead has not yet dissipated... Well, the curtain of the story has slowly opened, and Er Jin has appointed you to tell a good story. Please continue to pay attention to "Mu Chuan Xiangwan", and extend the most sincere first kiss to all the little cuties who follow the book—
I love you.