"Oh, we like to keep a low profile." Wen Yu said.

"Really?" Song Zhirou pulled her lips.

"Hmm." Sheng Yuchuan replied, no emotion in his voice.

At this time, a fashionably dressed woman walked out of the gate of the villa, and she said, "Yuchuan is back, why are you standing outside, come into the house." ”

The woman is Sheng Yuchuan's stepmother, Zeng Jing.

When the three of them entered the house, Wen Yu kept holding Sheng Yuchuan's hand, looking sticky.

In the spacious hall, there was a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa, solemn and majestic, with a nose and eyes very similar to Sheng Yuchuan, who should be Sheng Yuchuan's father, Sheng Min.

"Godfather, godmother." Song Zhirou shouted first.

Wen Yu shouted behind Sheng Yuchuan, Sheng Yukai's expression was faint, and he only said "here".

I still told Song Zhirou.

"Oh, what's wrong with your hand?" Zeng Jing stepped forward and lifted Song Zhirou's hand, the palm was red, and it was bruised at first glance.

"Godmother, I'm fine." Song Zhirou said and glanced at Wen Yu.

"It's all bleeding, it's fine." Zeng Jing was disgusted, "The medicine box is on the second floor, Yuchuan, you take Zhirou up to bandage it." ”

Wen Yu held Sheng Yuchuan's hand tightly and didn't let go, Sheng Yuchuan quietly broke her fingers and took Song Zhirou to the second floor.

"Your name is Wen Yu, come and help Auntie." Zeng Jing beckoned to Wen Yu.

Wen Yu followed Zeng Jing into the kitchen, Zeng Jing took out a handful of green vegetables, "Will you pick them?" ”

"Hmm." Wen Yu nodded and plucked the yellowed leaves one by one.

She glanced outside, Sheng Yuchuan was holding a cotton swab and holding Song Zhirou's hand to give her medicine.

The two were very close, Song Zhirou frowned, bit her lip tightly, and pushed her hand forward as if she couldn't bear the pain, asking Sheng Yuchuan to help her blow air.

The head almost touched Shengyuchuan's chest.

Wen Yu retracted his gaze, lost his mind for a moment, and only the cabbage sum was left when the leaves were picked.

"Oh, what are you doing?" Zeng Jing snatched the vegetable leaves, "Pick so clean, what do you eat at night?!" ”

Wen Yu just wanted to explain, but Song Zhirou walked over, "Godmother, let me help you." ”

"Go, go, your hands still hurt." Zeng Jing said.

"How can you be so squeamish."

Song Zhirou skillfully picked up the vegetable leaves and began to pick them, Zeng Jing glanced at Wen Yu, and said with some disgust: "You better go and rest." ”

Wen Yu immediately walked out of the kitchen.

Zeng Jing probably didn't look down on her, so why did she fight to dislike her.

The hall was very quiet, Sheng Yuchuan and Sheng Yuchuan each did their own thing, and did not speak, Wen Yu said: "Where is the room, I want to rest for a while." ”

"The first room on the left side of the second floor." Sheng Yuchuan said and picked up his luggage and took Wen Yu upstairs.

The room in Shengyuchuan is mainly gray and tidy, but because it is too neat, it looks like there is no life atmosphere.

Entering the room, Wen Yu immediately sat on the bed, her knees hurt hotly, she lifted her skirt and saw that her skin was torn.

A piece of red and glamorous, the skin stuck to the inner lining of the skirt, and when she tore it gently, Wen Yu gasped twice.

Sheng Yuchuan came out of the cloakroom to put his luggage, and Wen Yu quickly put down his skirt and covered the wound.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sheng Yuchuan asked.

He approached and sat down on the edge of the bed, the soft bed sinking down, and the distance between the two of them was a little closer.

"Didn't do anything." Wen Yu said calmly.

Sheng Yuchuan suddenly grabbed Wen Yu's calf, her leg was raised, and she couldn't hold back a light hiss.

Sheng Yuchuan frowned, lifted his skirt up little by little, and his fair and slender calves were completely exposed, and then he saw his bloody knees.

How much Wen Yu was afraid of pain, he didn't know.

"When did you get it?" He asked.

"Just now." She replied.

And then, without words.

Wen Yu felt very bored, the meaning of her words was already obvious, it was Song Zhirou who pushed her.

But the man in front of her didn't even ask, she retracted her foot, and was held at the ankle halfway through.

"Don't move." He said.