"Hey, don't bother me, we will be a family sooner or later!"
Ye Junpo pulled Di Junxie into it with a smile, and ruthlessly pushed it to Steward Wen.
Young Master Di silently turned his head to look at his wife, Ye Yunxi smiled and waved his hands: "See you at dinner, Steward Wen, please!"
Di Junxie: ...
This, this is different from the plan! !
Ye Yunxi returned to her room with a smile, completely leaving someone to Butler Wen.
I have to say that Steward Wen is worthy of being an old man who has been here for more than forty years. He treats Di Junxie very carefully and meticulously.
Even Master Di didn't have to wash his face himself!
Di Junxie: ...
"Wen Butler." He raised his handsome face, water droplets dripped along his chiseled face, but before it landed on his clothes, Wen Butler took a step ahead and wiped him clean.
"Yes, Young Master Di, do you have any orders?"
"You go out first!"
Steward Wen stood still: "But our master said..."
"go out!"
Steward Wen stared at Young Master Di's increasingly gloomy face, thought for a while, and put down the towel: "Okay, if Young Master Di needs anything, you can ring the bell on the wall, and I will come over immediately."
"Um."
After the people left, Di Junxie breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly stood in front of the mirror on the sink.
Finally gone!
call…
Live in Yunxi's house!
Unfortunately... the distance is too far away.
Di Junxie clicked his tongue and took off the bandage on his hand.
The wound was almost healed, and fresh tender flesh squeezed out from the wound. He walked out of the bathroom, found the medicine box, took out the alcohol and scissors, and removed the stitches by himself.
It's not that he hasn't done it before, he can not only stitch and remove stitches for himself skillfully, but also for others!
Putting on clean gauze again, the man tried to move his fingertips, but the recovery was not very good.
Otherwise, he might as well tell his uncle and the others that he is already healed, so he should just go home!
Just as he was thinking, there was a knock on the door, and Di Jun walked to the door with lingering fear in his heart. When he opened the door, what he saw was not the figure of Steward Wen, but the figure of the woman he had been thinking about day and night.
Ye Yunxi held a bowl of black rice and lotus seed porridge, and looked up at him: "It's for your blood!"
The corners of the man's slightly pursed lips subconsciously raised a little, and he completely gave up the idea of going home.
He stepped aside, feeling happy: "Please come in!"
Ye Yunxi walked in carrying the porridge, and Di Junxie closed the door behind him.
Walking all the way to the sofa, Ye Yunxi felt like a big dog was following behind him!
It's too close!
"How are your hands?"
Ye Yunxi turned her head and stared at the man's left hand wrapped like a rice dumpling.
Di Junxie raised his eyebrows: "It's okay, but it still hurts when you move."
Actually, it doesn't hurt anymore!
Ye Yunxi nodded and patted the sofa: "Come on, sit down, I'll feed you."
Someone had no expression on his face, but his tail moved suspiciously behind him.
A certain loyal dog sat down with a poker face but a happy mood while holding the little flower on his forehead, obediently watching his daughter-in-law's every move.
The daughter-in-law's lotus root arms are very beautiful, white and soft when stretched, and the fingertips are also very beautiful, and the complexion is as pink and jade-like as it is attached to the edge of the porcelain bowl.
The movement of holding the spoon was even more beautiful. The moment he lowered his head, the black hair slipped down, half covering his delicate face, and his red lips gently blew the hot air in the bowl. Di Junxie couldn't take his eyes off.