"Son, Wang Jun!

Su Rong raised her voice and shouted.

After waiting for a while, Wang Jun walked out of his room, his walking posture was a little special, and he immediately attracted his mother's attention.

"What's wrong with your feet?" Su Rong frowned, and her eyes showed concern and worry as she looked at her son's feet.

"It's okay, I accidentally touched it. Wang Jun took half a step back with his right foot.

He didn't want his mother to see it.

Her son's reaction made Su Rong curious, she squatted down, "Come and take a look at Mom, where did you touch it?"

"It's okay, it's okay, Mom, it'll be fine in two days!"

Wang Jun dodged, not letting his mother touch his injured foot.

The more this happened, the more Su Rong's suspicions were aroused, and the more uneasy she felt in her heart.

So, Su Rong stood up suddenly, grabbed her son's shoulders, and pressed him directly on the chair.

"Don't move, sit honestly and show your mother!"

Seeing that his mother was really anxious, Wang Jun stopped moving and obediently lifted his injured foot.

The son's right foot was wrapped around the neck of the white cloth strip after circle, and the ankle could be seen faintly oozing red blood.

Su Rong was inevitably distressed, and gently held her son's injured foot, "Son, does it hurt?"

Wang Jun could feel his mother's mood.

"Mom, I don't hurt, you don't have to worry!"

"Stinky boy, you still say it doesn't hurt, it's bleeding, is there a lot of blood? This is your own wrapping, what kind of thing is this! Mom will take you to the hospital!"

Su Rong said, stood up, "Mom is going to drive, let your dad carry you downstairs, Wang Bonian!"

While taking the key, he shouted his ex-husband's name to the master bedroom.

Wang Jun hurriedly stopped, "Mom, don't shout, my dad is asleep, I'm fine, really, the bleeding has stopped, it's fine tomorrow!"

"It's only a few o'clock, and I'm asleep, and I haven't eaten dinner yet!

Su Rong complained, still a little worried about her son, "Are you really okay?"

"It's really fine, you don't have to go to the hospital, I don't believe it, I'll untie it for you now. Wang Jun was about to squat down and untie the cloth.

"Forget it, mom believes in you, you must tell mom if you have something, what you want to eat at night, mom will do it!"

"Mom, I want to eat your baked cakes, just fry shredded potatoes. ”

"Okay, mom and noodles, don't move, stay honest!"

Seeing his mother turn around and walk into the kitchen, Wang Jun's face showed a smug look.

He shook his fist hard, and it was a celebration of victory.

Next, he quietly pushed open his father's door and slipped in.

"Dad, are you alright?"

Wang Bonian sat on the bed, wearing a cotton glove on his left hand and a cigarette between his index and middle fingers in his right hand.

There was an unpleasant smell of tobacco in the house.

Wang Jun shrugged his nose and frowned, "Dad, it's all said, you smoke less cigarettes and drink less alcohol, how can you still ..."

"I'm in pain, Dad smokes to relieve the pain, don't talk about me, go out quickly, Mom should come in in a while." ”

"Look at your hands, are they still bleeding?"

"What's there to see, don't look at it, get out, get out!"

Wang Bonian waved his gloved arm, obviously because the wound was shaken, and it hurt a little, "hiss---"

"Dad, are you really okay?" Wang Jun asked worriedly.

"Go, go!" Wang Bonian lowered his voice, for fear of being heard by his ex-wife.

Because, at this time, the son was standing at the door, and the door was ajar.

Wang Bonian's hand injury was due to cutting vegetables.

Wang Jun was not injured on his feet, and he was completely pretended to be for Su Rong.

The father and son cooperated to play a bitter trick for the big star Su Rong.

The gamble proposed by his son at noon, Wang Bonian didn't take it seriously, but in the afternoon, he didn't know what was crazy in his head.

There is a strong desire to go to the kitchen and cook a delicious meal.

When his son asked him why he was cooking, he answered with a straight face.

"Don't cook, drink the northwest wind, your mother won't come back!"

Wang Bonian washed the potatoes and was about to cut them.

"How do you know that my mother won't come back at night, and you're so sure?" the son was very dissatisfied with his father's secondary two.

The kitchen knife stopped in the air, and Wang Bonian rolled his eyes choked by his son, "Do I know your mother, or do you know your mother?"

"You know, you know about divorce!"

Wang Jun muttered quietly, expressing his dissatisfaction with his parents' divorce.

"Oops!"

Wang Bonian screamed miserably, and then heard the sound of bones.

Boom - Bone Lulu, a shaved potato rolls to the ground, and the bone rolls to the kitchen cabinet again.

"Oops!

Wang Bonian grabbed his left index finger with his right hand, and a wisp of bright red flowed out along the gap between his fingers.

"Dad, you're bleeding!" Wang Jun looked at his father's hand in surprise, and stayed there at a loss for a while.

"Dad's fine, look for strips of cloth. Hiss--,oops, hiss--!"

Wang Bonian kept gasping and said that it was okay.

In his son's opinion, his performance looks like he's fine.

Hearing his father's instructions, Wang Jun didn't dare to hesitate, this kind of bloody scene was the first time he had encountered it.

He remembered that in his closet, there was a useless old sheet, white, whooshing--,

Tear lala---

Soon, the son reappeared in the kitchen with an extra pair of scissors and a long strip of white cloth, more than a meter long.

"Oh my god, stupid, fingers, it's not like the head is off, tear it up a little more. ”

"Dad, your finger is off, go to the hospital!"

"No, I said that your white cloth is long, too wide, and tear it smaller, you really have to study hard, and you can't understand Chinese......"

In the midst of Dad's nagging, after a period of scrambling.

Finally wrapped the injured index finger.

Wang Jun breathed a long sigh of relief, and wiped the blood stains on the board with the remaining long white cloth, while complaining to Wang Bonian, "Dad, I didn't say you, you haven't cooked for many years, what kind of ,...illness is this today?"

"Don't say a word, don't eat!" Wang Bonian snorted angrily and returned to his room, he was angry with himself.

"Cut, don't let me say it yet, it's okay now, it's ...... hurt"

Speaking of injury, Wang Jun looked at the bloody strip of white cloth in his hand, and his eyes flashed.

In the kitchen, Su Rong and Hao noodles saw two peeled potatoes on the board.

She smiled slightly, stinky son, it seems that she is hungry for her mother's fried shredded potatoes again.

As long as you are obedient, your mother will change her tricks every day and make good food for you, what is this!

For this sudden thought, Su Rong herself was also startled.

What's wrong with me? Am I so willing to be a housewife?

When Su Rong brought the food to the table, she naturally asked, "What about your father, go and call your father to eat!"

Mom suddenly asked this question, which was completely unexpected by Wang Jun.

He suddenly became nervous, "My dad, he, he, he may not eat, I'll ask!"

Afraid of being seen by his mother, Wang Jun got up and walked to the master bedroom.

Su Rong looked at her son's back with suspicious eyes.