Mi Sheng carefully held Qiao Zui's arm and helped him out of the living room.

A group of mermaids came out, and Fang Yao walked last.

Fang Yixian watched Fang Yao walk in front of him, and sighed silently: "Ah Yao, stay, stay with grandpa for another night, ...... tomorrow Grandpa was buried. ”

Fang Yao stopped and closed his eyes, "...... Good, last night. ”

After tonight, after Grandpa's burial, he has nothing to do with this family at all.

Qiao Drunk turned his head and looked at Fang Yao worriedly.

Gu Junchai said lightly: "It's okay, I will send someone to stay and take care of him." ”

Qiao Zui nodded, looked at Fang Yao a few more times worriedly but helplessly, and turned to leave.

Behind him, Fang Mingzhu wanted to chase, but was firmly hugged by Fang Yixian.

When the group returned to Qiao's house, the family doctor was already on standby.

Mi Sheng helped Qiao Zui into the house, and the family doctor immediately stepped forward to treat Qiao Zui's wounds.

This burn was nothing to Qiao Zui, and what made him unbearable was the tingling sensation of the porcelain cup smashing on his arm, cutting the nerve with something sharp.

The stinging sensation was like a tide, and before it faded, a wave came up again, and he shivered in pain, and the cold sweat wet his clothes over and over again, and he couldn't wait to cut off his injured arm directly.

The family doctor treated him with burns, and the injury on his arm was a nerve injury, and he had no choice but to give Qiao Zui painkiller injections and let Qiao Zui rest in bed.

Qiao Zui's face was pale as if he would faint at any time, Ye Xing went north into the kitchen and boiled a little millet porridge as fast as he could, let it cool and brought it out, Mi Sheng fed Qiao drunk half a bowl, and helped Qiao drunk into the bedroom to rest.

Ye Xingbei handed a bowl of porridge to Gu Junchai: "You can eat some too, I haven't eaten all the way." ”

The plane meal was not delicious, several people were in a bad mood, and no one on the plane ate much.

Qiao was drunk and hurt like that, Gu Jun didn't say anything, but it hurt in his heart.

He dislikes Qiao drunk, but this nephew grew up in front of him, just like a certain part of his body, Qiao drunk hurts his arm, and he hurts his heart.

The bad mood directly led to a bad appetite, for the sake of Ye Xingbei's own cooking, he drank less than half a bowl and put the bowl on the table.

Ye Xingbei picked up the bowl again, scooped a spoonful with a spoon, and handed it to his mouth: "Eat more, otherwise it will hurt your stomach again." ”

Gu Junzhu used to have stomach pain.

After being discharged from the army, he returned home and was supported by the family's doctor and cook.

Ye Xingbei was so gentle and considerate, Gu Jun was reluctant to let her down, swallowed the spoonful of porridge she handed to his lips, and took the bowl and spoon, "I'll come by myself, you can eat some too, if the porridge is not to your liking, tell the kitchen to eat what you want to eat." ”

"I'll just drink a bowl of porridge." Seeing Gu Jun drinking porridge honestly, Ye Xingbei still felt a little unaccustomed.

If it was before, she rushed to feed him porridge like this, Gu Wuye would definitely fly up and have a sultry mouth.

But today, his eyebrows and eyes were cold and depressed, and he was very quiet, which showed that he was angry with the Fang family.

Watching Gu Jun finish drinking the porridge one by one, the two went back to the bedroom, took a shower, and leaned on the head of the bed, Ye Xingbei picked up the photo frame on the bedside table.

In the photo, Gu Junzhu is wearing a military uniform, as sharp as a jade boy, and his whole body exudes an irresistible charm.

Ye Xingbei took the photo frame and glanced around the bedroom: "Is this the bedroom your sister prepared for you?" ”