"That's your dad?" Meng Xue also walked out after Zhang Jianping left, because Zhang Sheng's punch to hammer the wall just now was too bloody, and she stood 3 meters away and didn't dare to approach easily.

The blood on Zhang Sheng's hand was still dripping down, he turned his back to Meng Xue for a long time and didn't look back, if it wasn't for the slightly shaking shoulders betraying him, Meng Xue would have thought that he was still burning in anger.

"Are you crying?" Meng Xue took a few steps closer after realizing that something was wrong, and Zhang Sheng reacted quickly to dodge.

"You go away." Zhang Sheng's voice was filled with suppressed crying, probably because he was afraid that Meng Xue would continue to approach, so he quickly opened the bathroom door and isolated himself inside. Meng Xue outside could only hear the sound of rushing water.

"Are you alright?" Meng Xue waited outside for a while, and when she heard the sound of water, she knocked on the bathroom door uneasily: "The wound on your hand can't touch the water, is there iodine wine at home?" ”

After a while, Zhang Sheng walked out with a towel wrapped around his hand, and his face was full of water marks in the moonlight, but he couldn't tell if it was tears or something else.

"Your hand ......" Meng Xue stared at the blood oozing from the towel on his hand, and couldn't help covering her mouth.

Zhang Sheng raised his hand to take a look, wrapped the towel a little tighter, he couldn't see any expression on his face, and walked to the sofa bed where his father had sat just now, his emotions suddenly collapsed, he sat there and lowered his head and whimpered, and soon the more he cried, the more sad he became, holding the hand holding the towel to cover his face, his shoulders shook like a sieve, and finally he cried directly.

Meng Xue was frightened by his cry, and slowly approached helplessly, reaching out to try to touch his hair. Seeing that he didn't reject him, Meng Xue simply sat aside, and gently patted his back while whispering comfort, but it was okay not to pat him, and Zhang Sheng cried even more when he patted him. She ruthlessly took Zhang Sheng's head in her arms, hugged her tightly and comforted: "It's okay, it's okay, and I'm with you." While saying that he couldn't help but shed tears, part of it was sympathy for Zhang Sheng, and part of it was thinking of himself. In the quiet night, two young people who cried so much that they couldn't help themselves hugged each other for warmth, until Zhang Sheng was tired of crying and fell asleep in Meng Xue's arms.

When she woke up the next day, Zhang Sheng was still pillowing Meng Xue's thigh, and she just sat and slept for half the night, and her leg was completely numb.

After Zhang Sheng opened his eyes, a spirit bounced up, waking up Meng Xue, who was sleeping in a daze, and both of them were a little embarrassed.

Zhang Shengsheng blushed for a long time, unable to say anything, but Meng Xue suddenly screamed and held his hand.

Last night's injured hand was not treated in time, it was already swollen, and the blood scab on it had not yet dried, and there were faint beads of blood, which looked terrifying.

"Don't move, I'll wrap it for you," Meng Xue jumped out of bed and began to rummage through the coffee table and table drawers, Zhang Sheng wanted to say no, but she didn't know where she really found half a bottle of iodine and a roll of gauze.

Zhang Sheng sat there obediently and watched Meng Xue carefully remove the dander near the wound with tweezers, take a cotton swab to disinfect the wound and then bandage it lightly, exhaling with his mouth while wrapping it, for fear of hurting Zhang Sheng.

Zhang Sheng's heart was warm, but it was not easy to show it on his face, he coughed embarrassedly, and withdrew his bandaged hand: "It's okay...... Thank you ......."

"Are you feeling better now? Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Meng Xue looked at him with concern, so that Zhang Sheng had to look away.