Mi Sheng carefully held Qiao Zui's arm and helped him out of the living room.

A group of mermaids came out in a row, and Fang Yao walked at the end.

Fang Yixian watched Fang Yao walk past him and sighed silently, "A Yao, stay here, stay with grandpa for another night, grandpa will be buried tomorrow."

Fang Yao stopped and closed his eyes, "Okay, last night."

After tonight, after my grandfather was buried, he had no relationship with this family.

Qiao Zui turned around and looked at Fang Yao worriedly.

Gu Junzhu said lightly, "It's okay, I will send someone to stay and take care of him."

Qiao Zui nodded, looked at Fang Yao again worriedly but helplessly, and turned around and left.

Behind him, Fang Mingzhu wanted to chase after him, but was firmly held by Fang Yixian.

When the group returned to Qiao's house, the family doctor was already on standby.

Mi Sheng helped Qiao Zui into the house, and the family doctor immediately stepped forward to treat Qiao Zui's wound.

This burn was nothing to Qiao Zui. What he couldn't bear was the stinging feeling of smacking the porcelain cup on his arm, the stinging feeling of cutting the nerves with sharp objects.

The tingling feeling was like a tide. Before it had fallen off, it surged up again and again. The pain trembled all over, and cold sweat wet his clothes over and over again, wishing he could cut off his injured arm directly.

The family doctor treated him with the scalds, and the wound on his arm was nerve-wracking. He had no choice but to give Qiao Zui a painkiller injection and let Qiao Zui rest in bed.

Qiao Zui's face turned pale and seemed to faint at any time. Ye Xingbei went into the kitchen and cooked a little millet porridge at the fastest speed. He let it cool down and took it out. Mi Sheng fed Qiao Zui and drank half a bowl, and helped Qiao Zui into the bedroom to rest.

Ye Xingbei handed a bowl of porridge to Gu Junzhu, "You can eat something too, I haven't eaten anyway."

The food on the plane was not delicious, and a few people were in a bad mood, and no one on the plane ate much.

Qiao Zui was so painful, but Gu Junzhu didn't say anything, but his heart hurt so much.

He disliked Qiao Zui, but this nephew grew up in front of him, just like a part of his body. Qiao Zui hurts his arms, and his heart.

A bad mood directly leads to a bad appetite. Because it was made by Ye Xingbei, he drank half a bowl and placed the bowl on the table.

Ye Xingbei picked up the bowl again, scooped a spoonful with a spoon, and handed it to his mouth, "Eat more, otherwise you will have stomachache again."

Gu Junzhu had stomachache before.

After retiring from the army, he returned home and was raised by the doctor and chef at home.

Ye Xingbei was so gentle and considerate, and Gu Junzhu couldn't bear to let her down. He swallowed the spoon of porridge she handed to her lips, took the bowl and spoon, "I'll do it myself, you can eat some too. If the porridge is not as good as your appetite, please tell the kitchen to make whatever you want."

"I'll just drink a bowl of porridge." Seeing Gu Junzhu drinking porridge honestly, Ye Xingbei felt a little uncomfortable.

If it were the past, she was rushing to feed him porridge like this, Master Gu would have been so slutty that he would be full of seductive words.

But today, his eyebrows and eyes were cold and quiet, which shows that he was angry with the Fang family.

Seeing Gu Junzhu finish drinking the porridge, the two went back to the bedroom, took a shower, leaned against the head of the bed, Ye Xingbei picked up the photo frame on the table at the head of the bed.

In the photo, Gu Junzhu was wearing a formal outfit, and he was a little more sharp as a sword as a jade master, and his whole body exuded an irresistible charm.
Chapter completed!