Grandma looked back at the housekeeper, and the smile on her face subsided a little.

"It's better to be angry than to do nothing."

"I heard Old Man Xia say that Xiao Ran has not been for a few years."

If it is destined to be unable to save the life of his grandson, then the Fu family cannot be extinct.

Grandma sighed and looked at the staircase.

Her expression was in a trance for a moment, and she murmured: "I always feel that Jiaojiao, this child, will bring hope to Xiao Ran." ”

The butler sighed lowly and said nothing.

At the same time, upstairs.

Fu Qiran did not take Ruan Jiaojiao to her previous room, but took her to his former room.

His room was at the very end of the second floor, less than ten square meters, a bed made of wooden planks, and a tattered cabinet that I didn't know where to find it.

Nothing else.

This room is where Fu Qiran has lived for twenty years.

This is the first time Ruan Jiaojiao has come to Fu Qiran's room in the old mansion.

Unlike the imaginary opulence, this room is narrow and oppressive, and there is not even a window.

The sun doesn't let in, and at night, it's the darkest part of the villa.

Fu Qiran asked Ruan Jiaojiao to stand there, while he squatted down to find something from the cabinet.

A few minutes later, he pulled out a small porcelain vase.

"What is this?" Ruan Jiaojiao asked suspiciously.

"Wound medicine." Fu Qiran said, "There will be no scars after wiping." ”

After a pause, he added, "I did it myself." ”

Ruan Jiaojiao looked at Fu Qiran in surprise.

"You did it yourself?"

"That's amazing!"

Fu Qiran nodded lightly, looked at Ruan Jiaojiao and said, "Take off your clothes." ”

Jiaojiao Ruan: !!

She subconsciously took a step back.

"I'm really not hurt, grandma is joking."

Fu Qiran pursed his lips and stood up.

He took a step forward and approached Ruan Jiaojiao's side.

One step, one step, one step at a time.

Ruan Jiaojiao subconsciously retreated, but in a few seconds, her body leaned against the cold door.

At this time, Fu Qiran had already walked in front of her.

He lowered his head and looked at Ruan Jiaojiao, his expression a little gloomy.

Xia Youzhi's words echoed in his mind.

[Don't irritate Madame.] 】

Fu Qiran took a deep breath, pursed his lips and said, "I'll see if my arm is injured." ”

Ruan Jiaojiao bit her lip and whispered, "Can you just look at your arms?" I really didn't get hurt. ”

"Hmm." Fu Qiran replied in a low voice.

Ruan Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief and pulled up her left sleeve.

The soft jade arm like a snow lotus root was displayed in Fu Qiran's eyes, and there was no trace of injury on it.

Fu Qiran lowered his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled.

"The other one." He said.

Ruan Jiaojiao obediently pulled up her right sleeve.

It's still white and clean, not to mention bruised, not even a small red mark.

"I'm really not hurt." Ruan Jiaojiao repeated a sentence rather stubbornly.

Fu Qiran said "um", took her right hand, and put the small white porcelain bottle in her hand into the palm of her hand.

"Here's for you." Fu Qiran said, "If you are accidentally injured in the future, you can use it." ”

After a pause, he added, "There's only one bottle in the world." ”

"Isn't this really going to leave a scar?" Ruan Jiaojiao asked curiously.

"Hmm." Fu Qiran's eyes drooped, "I used to use it a lot. ”