Although he couldn't know his true face, Leng Xuesheng still felt very happy.

On this day, it was the time of the autumn harvest, and Leng Xuesheng and Leng Ge'er were peeling corn in the field.

The young man in black was also helping to peel corn on the other side.

Maybe it was because it was the first time he peeled corn, and he was not very familiar with the matter of peeling corn, and he was accidentally cut on his hand and arm by the sharp leaves next to him.

A man, he naturally doesn't take these small injuries seriously.

The people of the city still started to collect Leng Xuesheng's land first. In one day, all the acres of land were harvested.

When she got home in the afternoon, she first fetched a basin of water and put it there, ready to wash her hands for the master.

Maybe it's because I'm used to doing this, when Bing Changqin comes back. Wash your hands immediately.

He usually has a strong habit of cleanliness, but now he can't stand it when he looks at the dirt all over his body.

Just put his hand in the basin, Leng Xuesheng appeared beside him with a towel. She was nervous when she saw that his arm was scraped out and that long wound was so long.

"Oh, master, you have such a cut on your arm, why didn't you say it earlier?" Or cold-blooded, the businessman took some water with a towel, helped him clean the wound, and then quickly returned to the room to find some medicine for the wound.

Bing Changqin's eyes have always been on Leng Xuesheng's body, and he doesn't care about his own injuries, but she is very nervous.

Looking at that small figure, he looked so anxious that there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Finally came to the table, handed her hand, and let her give her medicine.

Leng Xuesheng was very serious, his movements were gentle, and he helped him clean up the wound little by little and gave him medicine.

"Master, look at your thin skin and tender meat, you definitely don't look like an old man." Leng Xuesheng said, and pointed to the flesh of his arm.

Bing Changqin almost pulled her arm back because of her action.

Xiao Lengge looked at the actions of his sister and master, he didn't say anything, just watched quietly, and the corners of his mouth secretly curved from time to time.

"Master, I don't understand, why are you so afraid of me seeing your appearance." Leng Xuesheng treated the wound on his arm, and then went to treat the wound on his hand.

"Look at you, you have fine skin and tender meat, you must be someone who has never done heavy work." Leng Xuesheng's eyes were always fixed on his wounds, but his mouth kept chattering there.

Bing Changqin didn't speak, he has always cherished words like gold, and he said little, when he couldn't speak, he would never say a word more.

Leng Xuesheng didn't care, and quickly cleaned the wound on his hand and then checked his other hand to see if there was a wound.

Facing his busy appearance here, Bing Changqin kept staring at her and didn't move away for half a minute.

"Okay, master, don't touch the water these days." Leng Xuesheng quickly cleaned up all the things in front of him and put them back in the room.

waited until Leng Xuesheng went to make dinner, and Leng Ge'er approached him.

"Master, my sister cares about you very much." Leng Ge'er said with a smile.

Bing Changqin stretched out his hand, knocked on the door of his head, and lowered his voice: "Little child, where do you get so many ideas." ”