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The pots and pans on the cupboard fell and smashed to the ground with a series of screeching sounds.

Old Man Fan just turned his head to look, Fan Yihang had already pulled away Fang Haifan, who was blocking the door, and rushed into the kitchen, and at the same time quickly took off his coat and waved it towards Luo Weiwei's hand.

"...... It's on fire......!! ”

Fang Haifan consciously pointed to Luo Weiwei's sleeve, which was originally on fire but had been extinguished by Fan Yihang, and shouted, "Someone!" Come on! Someone to put out the fire! ”

The men in suits who were originally guarding the gate rushed in one after another when they heard the movement inside, and many people even found buckets and ran over with buckets full of water.

But not only was there no fire in the kitchen, but there was not even a trace of smoke, except for a scorching smell that seemed to be smelling on a closer look, there was no trace of fire, but the mess looked a little frightening.

"Are you alright?" The old man was so frightened that his voice was hoarse.

It's not a trivial matter to get a guest injured as a result of a meal.

"I'm fine...... Luo Weiwei raised her sleeve and said embarrassedly, "It's just burned to the ...... of the sleeve"

The bodyguards at the kitchen door stared at each other and silently put down the buckets and the fire hoses pulled from the yard.

Fang Haifan coughed dryly, pointed to the ground and said, "Leave a few people down to deal with this place." ”

"Yes." The bodyguards were ordered to clean up the mess on the ground.

Luo Weiwei put her hand into her sleeve, which was burned to a little bit, and apologized apologetically: "I'm really sorry to make the kitchen like this......"

Fan Zeng Ming was just about to speak, but Fan Yihang was the first to speak: "I know why I am sorry to do these things?" Are you a maid in my house? ”

Luo Weiwei pursed her lips and hung her head a little embarrassed.

She didn't expect Fan Yihang to not give her face in front of so many people, she would not have ...... if she knew that she would not

"How did you talk to Vivi? She's my guest! "Old man Fan is upset and helps her speak.

Fan Yihang retorted coldly: "Did you ask the guests to stir-fry their own food?" ”

"I ......" the old man was speechless for a while.

Fan Yihang turned his gaze to Luo Weiwei again, and said in a commanding tone: "Stretch out your hand!" ”

“…… Do? ”

Luo Weiwei weakly hid her hand back, but as soon as she made this move, Fan Yihang grabbed her wrist and pulled her in front of her.

The back of his hand, which was burned to the point of tender redness, was exposed to the air, and the old man gasped when he saw it, and stepped forward: "Why don't you say anything about the injury?" ”

Luo Weiwei pursed her lips in silence.

She has made other people's kitchens like this, why is she embarrassed to say that she is injured?

Before she could react, Fan Yihang had already grabbed her wrist and walked to the dishwasher, turned on the faucet and put her hand in the cold water to flush.

"Kindergarten children know what to do when they get burned, Luo Weiwei, are you a fool?" Fan Yihang didn't give her face at all.

In view of the presence of adults, Luo Weiwei couldn't refute, she just frowned and glared at Fan Yihang fiercely, slandering in her heart: What the hell, dare to scold you Brother Luo is a fool!

Fan Yihang also looked at her coldly, his eyes were dark, hiding a lot of emotions that Luo Weiwei couldn't understand.

Luo Weiwei noticed that Fan Yihang's eyes were full of thin red bloodshots, as if he hadn't slept all night - every time the dead fat man Song Ningyuan played games all night, his eyes were like this.

Just as he was about to ask, Old Man Fan coughed dryly twice and said, "It's almost done, you take her up to apply some medicine, and there is a medicine box next to my bookcase, so as not to bubble your hands." ”

Luo Weiwei subconsciously said: "It's okay, I have thick skin, and I usually don't bubble." ”

Old Man Fan frowned, and said in an unquestionable tone: "How can you do it if you don't deal with it?" Yihang, take her up. ”

Fan Yihang listened to Fan Zengming's words very much this time, grabbed her wrist, took her directly out of the kitchen, and went directly to the second floor.

Luo Weiwei frowned, God knows how much she didn't want to be in the same room with Fan Yihang, but who let her accidentally burn her hands?

Ay......

Luo Weiwei sighed in her heart and resigned herself to Fan Yihang's upstairs.

Looking at the backs of the two "hand in hand", Fang Haifan looked at it with interest, turned his head and asked the old man who supervised the bodyguards to deal with the sundries on the ground: "Who is this little girl?" ”

"That kid's friend." The old man said, pointing to the kitchen waste and admonishing: "Don't throw the glass in that garbage can, the community garbage worker will prick your hand." ”

Fang Haifan's eyes lit up, and he leaned over: "Our little master will also have friends?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Old Man Fan suddenly turned his head and glared at him: "What do you mean?" Why can't my grandson have friends?! ”

"Yes, yes......" Fang Haifan nodded again and again.

He is now the assistant of Mr. Chai, but before that, he was the personal assistant of the deceased Chairman Fan, and occasionally he was also responsible for picking up Fan Yihang for a school or something, except for Fan Yihang's little "Zhao Gongzi", he had never seen the little master and other friends, and he was a woman!

Disastrous!

Sure enough, it makes sense for the old chairman to take the little young master to the countryside, isn't this a great progress!

Thinking of this, Fang Haifan asked worriedly: "The little young master's illness ......?"

"What's sick?!" Old Man Fan glared again: "It's just that you idle guys who have nothing to do always think that my grandson is sick, and I think you are sick!" ”

Fang Haifan didn't dare to speak.

Although he could reply with a sentence of "why bring it back to his hometown if he is not sick", even if he lent him another 300 guts, he would not dare to face Fan Yihang's illness in front of the old man.

……

Upstairs.

Luo Weiwei was led all the way to Old Man Fang's room by Fan Yihang, the room was very bright and clean, and even the quilts were stacked like tofu blocks.

Luo Weiwei couldn't help but ask: "Your grandfather used to be a soldier?" ”

Fan Yihang ignored her and turned to look for the medical kit.

She didn't care, anyway, Fan Yihang has always been a stuffy gourd, so she simply said to herself: "Actually, I've been wanting to be a soldier for a while to defend the motherland, how cool is it?" ”

Fan Yihang opened the medical box, found the scald ointment, pulled a chair for Luo Weiwei to sit down, pulled another one for himself, and then said in a cold voice: "Hand!" ”

Luo Weiwei obediently handed over her hand and continued: "Actually, in addition to being a soldier, I also want to be a policeman, because there was a time when my wallet was stolen by thieves, but after I went home and said this, my mother thought that I spent the money and deliberately made an excuse. That's why I really want to be a police officer and wash my name away when I grow up......."

Halfway through her speech, she gasped and frowned.

"You tap!"

Fan Yihang didn't speak, but the action of applying the ointment was much gentle, and Luo Weiwei almost didn't feel the pain.

She continued: "Later, I wanted to be a ...... again."

"Luo Weiwei." Fan Yihang stopped applying the ointment and looked up at her.

Looking at each other, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva "grunt", and the memory of last night came back to her mind.