Guan Mufeng looked at the little head hanging down in front of him, his face was red and obviously not frozen, and he looked pitiful with his neck and rubbing his fingers uneasily. The corners of his mouth unconsciously curved, and his expression became gentle.

"Take it." He handed the sycamore leaf to her.

"Thank you." Qiao Yingying whispered, stretched out her hands and took it very respectfully, and a red mark on her palm caught in Guan Mufeng's eyes, making him frown.

"Hurt? How not to deal with it? He stared at the obvious blood marks on her palm, and his voice sank.

Qiao Yingying noticed the wound on her hand at this time, and thought it was just a little bit of skin.

"Oh, I didn't pay attention." She said absently, bringing her hand to her mouth and blowing at random. Guan Mufeng saw the dust that was obviously stained on it, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

"Come back with me." He said in a deep voice, turned around and walked back, Qiao Yingying was stunned for a moment and hurriedly followed, holding the sycamore leaf in his hand firmly.

The butler was looking at the door, and when he saw them returning, he immediately greeted them.

"Sir, I've boiled red dates and white fungus soup, do you want to serve it now?" The butler took his coat and asked.

"Wait a minute." Guan Mufeng said, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the villain next to him changing his shoes and preparing to go upstairs, and his big hand stretched out and grabbed her arm.

"Let's go get the medicine kit first." He said to the housekeeper, and pulled Qiao Yingying, who was still in the clouds, to the sofa and sat down.

"Sir, it's okay with such a small injury." Qiao Yingying glanced at the housekeeper who was leaving quickly, and said with some anxiety.

"Since your mother handed you over to me, I will naturally return it to her intact." Guan Mufeng said lightly, picked up the remote control in front of him casually and adjusted the channel.

Qiao Yingying stuck out her tongue, lowered her head and quietly played with the sycamore leaf in her hand. The two were silent, but the atmosphere was not as tense and awkward as before.

The housekeeper quickly came over with the medicine box, Guan Mufeng took out a cotton swab alcohol band-aid, and Qiao Yingying consciously stretched out her hand in front of him, very well-behaved and cooperative.

The corners of his mouth moved, and he quickly pursed into a line, as if to hide some emotion, and raised his hand to wipe her wound, only to see a shallow but obvious scar on her delicate wrist, which extended into the sleeve of her coat.

He frowned, his fingers lifted her sleeve to check, Qiao Yingying hurriedly tried to stop it, but before he could do it, a palm-sized scar on his wrist was revealed.

"What is this?" Guan Mufeng asked in a deep voice, stroking the scar between his fingers, and his eyes darkened.

"I was scalded when I was getting hot water in the hospital." Qiao Yingying explained softly, wanting to put down her sleeves to cover these unsightly scars, but her wrists were firmly imprisoned in his palms and couldn't move.

Looking at the scar on her thin wrist that had not yet been smoothed out, Guan Mufeng's chest seemed to be blocked by a boulder, and when he raised his eyes, he saw her innocent and ignorant appearance, and there was a faint anger in his eyes. Picking up the cotton swab stained with alcohol, he began to wipe the root of her broken palm, his movements were not gentle, and the slightest stinging pain made Qiao Yingying couldn't help but hiss.

"Since you know it hurts, why didn't you be careful before." He said in a cold voice, but the strength in his hand was much softer.

"It's... It was an accident, and it was accidentally injured. Qiao Yingying pursed her lips and explained with some grievances.

Guan Mufeng was about to change hands for her, when she heard the words, she raised her eyes to look at her, Jun had an unkind expression on his face, and said with a gloomy face: "Why do you have so many accidents?" ”

"I didn't-" Qiao Yingying was a little unconvinced, and just wanted to defend herself, but suddenly remembered that she had so much black history before, and she was immediately deflated, and she hung her head and didn't speak.

Guan Mufeng stared at the top of her black hair for a while, the stuffiness in his chest dissipated slightly, and after handling her other hand, he put a band-aid on it.

"Thank you, sir." Qiao Yingying muttered something in her throat and was about to get up and leave, but was stopped by Guan Mufeng.

"Take it, so as not to leave a scar." He took out a tube of aloe vera paste from the box and handed it to her, saying lightly.

"Oh." Qiao Yingying took it and stuffed it into her pocket, took the sycamore leaf on the coffee table in her hand, and stood up.

"Go get the soup down." Guan Mufeng's voice sounded again, Qiao Yingying's footsteps paused, and she obediently agreed again, walked to the table and took the red dates and white fungus soup from the housekeeper and drank it slowly.

In the huge living room, the sound of the TV news sandwiched between the crisp clash of spoons and bowls sounds particularly harmonious. The housekeeper stood aside, looked at Qiao Yingying who was drinking soup with his head down, and then looked at Guan Mufeng, who was sitting on the sofa and had not returned to the room, his eyes lit up, and he seemed to understand something.

"Sir, would you like to have a bowl too?" He asked respectfully towards Guan Mufeng.

Guan Mufeng turned his head when he heard this, and saw Qiao Yingying sticking out her tongue and licking the corners of her mouth, like a greedy kitten. His eyes darkened, and he stood up and walked over.

Seeing him sit down opposite, Qiao Yingying couldn't help but be stunned and looked at him a little strangely.

"What's wrong?" He glanced at her, picked up the spoon and asked casually.

"No... It's nothing. Qiao Yingying shook her head, lowered her head and continued to drink the soup, but her big black eyes still sneaked at him from time to time.

Guan Mufeng's eyes flashed slightly, but he didn't see it, he lifted the spoon and took a sip of soup, his brows furrowed, and he saw that the housekeeper next to him was nervous.

"Sir, is there any problem?" He hurriedly asked.

Guan Mufeng didn't speak, looking at the bowl full of sweet soup, his face was not very good.

"Sir doesn't like sweets." Qiao Yingying, who was opposite, suddenly raised her head and whispered to him.

The housekeeper suddenly understood, and was about to speak, when he heard Guan Mufeng say lightly: "Who said I don't eat sweet." ”

Qiao Yingying was stunned, blinking at him with wide eyes, and couldn't react. Seeing her stupid expression, Guan Mufeng was in a slightly better mood, and began to drink the soup slowly with a spoon.

But he soon drank the soup more and more slowly, because the bowl of soup was too sweet. Seeing the little girl opposite eating so happily, he was in a bad mood again, and squinted dangerously.

"Is it delicious?" He asked, with a mild, friendly tone.

Qiao Yingying nodded a little stiffly, thinking that it was definitely not a good sign for her husband's attitude to change so quickly. Sure enough, in the next second, she heard Guan Mufeng instruct the housekeeper: "In the future, prepare a bowl of this sweet soup for Miss Qiao three times a day, and watch her finish it well." ”

"Yes." The housekeeper immediately agreed, and Yu Guang glanced at the stunned little girl next to him, not knowing whether to be happy or sympathetic for her.

Seeing Qiao Yingying hanging her head and crying with her little face, Guan Mufeng only felt that she was in a good mood, stood up with the corners of her mouth bent, and prepared to go back to the room.

"Oh, that's right," halfway through, he turned to look at Qiao Yingying, who was still depressed, "Xiao Feng and your mother arrived in Germany, and they should be in the hospital now, you don't have to worry." ”

This news suddenly made Qiao Yingying's eyes light up, and a smile of surprise bloomed on her little face, and she said sweetly to him: "Well, thank you, sir!" ”

Guan Mufeng nodded lightly and went back upstairs.

In a short distance, his gaze swept over the little face that was still smiling very happily more than once, and his tough facial features also softened.

Suddenly, a trace of confusion appeared between his handsome eyebrows, and he listened to the crisp sound from downstairs, and stopped to look over.

In the living room, Qiao Yingying was about to go to the kitchen with a bowl, but the housekeeper didn't dare to let her do it. Without Guan Mufeng's presence, he was still respectful and restrained, but Qiao Yingying was bold, not afraid of life at all, he had already called his uncle, and in a few words, he coaxed Steward Pei to lose his principles and let her wash the dishes by herself.

Looking at her brisk figure, Guan Mufeng's doubts deepened, and a thought poured into his mind, which suddenly made his breath stagnate, and his eyes were bottomless.

After a long time, he calmed down, took a deep look downstairs, and went back to his room.

It's just a play, and he doesn't let himself be fooled.