Hearing the sound, Han Zhiyun and Gu Pei were immediately stunned.

Song Xingran lay on the ground, and the small fragment of blue and white porcelain pierced into the palm of his hand, and blood came out at once.

She was already squeamish, and tears flowed out of her eyes.

"Little Star, are you alright?"

Gu Pei was the first to react and hurriedly stepped forward to check her injuries.

Song Xingran's two hands were stabbed by fragments, and a small fragment was still embedded in the palm of his hand, which was very painful.

"I'm so unlucky."

As he spoke, he began to cry.

Han Zhiyun was so frightened that he didn't know what to do.

Yes, Rao is used to seeing big scenes, and at this moment, he doesn't know what to do.

Looking at the blood on Song Xingran's hands, his brain went blank.

It was still Aunt Fang, so anxious that she called the doctor and notified Lu Qingchen.

When the doctor arrived, Lu Qingchen also rushed back.

Looking at the wound on Song Xingran's hand, his face sank, and his eyes were gloomy.

Han Zhiyun shuddered with fright and was at a loss.

But now he can't care about these two people, and he only focuses on his dyeing.

"Does it hurt?"

Lu Qingchen asked in a deep voice.

Song Xingran sniffed, then nodded.

It really hurts.

Lu Qingchen's dark eyes became even colder, and he held the teary-eyed little guy in his arms and coaxed softly.

"Be good, bear with me."

Song Xingran hid in Lu Qingchen's arms, didn't speak, and endured the pain.

When he pulled out the porcelain fragments in his palm, Song Xingran almost cried again, but in the end he held back.

Because she felt that she was ashamed enough.

It's all to blame on these two people, what's the fight for?

She's a pitiful victim.

Lu Qingchen carried Song Xingran back to the room and coaxed him for a while, until Song Xingran fell asleep in a daze, and he didn't go downstairs.

The tall body leaned against the handrail of the stairs, looking lazy and relaxed.

Light a cigarette and swich it between your knuckle fingers.

He glanced at the porcelain in the room, and his gaze returned to Han Zhiyun and Gu Pei.

"Who's going to do it first?"

The voice was low and cold, Han Zhiyun knew.

His brother was furious.

The consequences can be severe.

Gu Pei swallowed his saliva and said weakly, "I." ”

"But, it was Han Zhiyun who bullied Little Star first."

"Gu Xiaosan'er, you are spewing blood, I didn't bully her......"

"That's enough."

Lu Qingchen said impatiently, his dark eyes exuding a terrifying coldness.

"Mingpu."

Mingpu stood at the door and said, "Sir." ”

Lu Qingchen's thin lips opened lightly, and his voice was cold: "Since Han Dashao and Gu Sanshao like to fight so much, let your subordinates play with them." ”

Han Zhiyun: "......"

Gu Pei: "......"

Finished.

"As for the porcelain sent by Han Dashao......

"Smashed."

When he spit out the last two words, Lu Qingchen didn't even raise his eyelids.

Carelessly, he took a lazy and casual puff of his cigarette, turned around and walked upstairs.

Han Zhiyun chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly said: "Brother, I was wrong, I was wrong, those porcelains can't be smashed ......"

If you hit him, your dad will really peel him.

Ming Pu stopped Han Zhiyun, who wanted to rush upstairs, and said formulaically: "Han Shao, please, training room." ”

Han Zhiyun: "......" cried.

It was also because of this incident that Han Zhiyun and Gu Pei formed a relationship, and they have not been on the same page since then.

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Song Xingran came back to his senses from his memories, looked at the blue and white porcelain on the stage, and shook his head vigorously.

"Don't."

That thing is too dangerous.