He strode up to Weiran, pulled her to the kitchen anxiously, put Weiran's burned hand under the faucet, and let the running water wash the back of her hand little by little.
The cold water flowed onto the back of her hand, bringing waves of coolness. Weiran suddenly felt that the burning sensation dissipated a lot.
"Does it still hurt? I'll get you some burn medicine." Although Leng Junyi's voice was cold, there was a hint of concern in his tone.
"It's okay." Wei Ran said calmly and without any emotion.
Leng Junyi pursed his lips slightly, then turned around and prepared to go to the living room to get the burn medicine.
"Yi, what are you doing?" The enchanting woman blocked the door of the kitchen, her tone was coquettish, and her eyes looking at Weiran were full of dissatisfaction.
"Su Mo, are you enough?" Leng Junyi burst out suddenly, his narrow eyes full of anger, he pushed Su Mo's body away with his big hand, and walked out of the kitchen.
"Yi, is it worth it for a woman? You are not allowed to talk to Xiao Mo in this tone in the future." The woman elegantly picked up the cup on the table, took a sip of tea and said.
"Yes, mother." Although Leng Junyi has always been domineering and cruel, when he saw his mother Bai Xinping, he was very obedient.
"Xiao Mo, you go to rest first. Yi, come to the study with me." Bai Xinping said lightly, then got up and walked towards the study.
Although Leng Junyi was worried about the burn on Weiran's hand, he did not dare to disobey Bai Xinping's order and had to follow her to the study room reluctantly.
"Yi, that woman has been by your side for too long." Bai Xinping's tone was still cold, and she gently raised her eyes to look at her son whom she had not seen for a long time.
"How much do you know?" Leng Junyi asked, his heart skipping a beat.
"I know more than you think. She is the daughter of Ye Tianhua, your father-killing enemy. Why do you want to keep her by your side? Have you forgotten your father's hatred? If you can't deal with her,
I don't mind doing it for you." Bai Xinping had a faint smile on her face when she spoke, but there was a strong killing intent in her eyes.
"You can't touch her." Leng Junyi was anxious for a moment and said in a cold tone, and the bloodthirsty aura about him suddenly burst out.
Bai Xinping snorted lightly and said, "I promise you not to touch her, but you have to promise me that you will listen to me in the future."
Leng Junyi clenched his hands tightly into fists, pursed his lips tightly, and finally said coldly: "Okay, I promise you. But if you dare to touch her hair, don't
Blame me for being so ruthless."
"Don't worry, I will never go back on what I said. However, you must also remember your promise." Bai Xinping still smiled lightly, but there was a dangerous flavor in her tone.
This was the first time in so many years that she had seen her son so nervous about someone.
This woman is Leng Junyi's weakness. When she still needs this woman in the future, how can she be willing to destroy her?
Leng Junyi stood straight on the spot, his cold lips pursed tightly, and the cold air in his narrow eyes condensed little by little, but it did not burst out.
After her father died, her mother took over d.h. She made d.h stronger than before by herself. Her mother's methods were always ruthless. If she really wanted to deal with Weiran, he might not be able to protect her.
"I will be responsible for my promise. If nothing happens, I will leave first." Leng Junyi said calmly, and turned around and walked out of the study without waiting for Bai Xinping to answer.
In his heart, he was still worried about the burn on Weiran's hand. Is it serious or not?
He knew that Weiran had always been stubborn, and now that she was being humiliated like this, she would feel uncomfortable in her heart.
Leng Junyi walked to the kitchen, only to find that Wei Ran was no longer there. There was only empty air in the huge kitchen.
Leng Junyi paused, then turned to the living room, asked Aunt Li to get burnt medicine, and then walked along the stairs to the bedroom on the second floor.
Pushing open the bedroom door, she saw Weiran sitting quietly by the balcony. The window on the balcony was not closed, and the breeze blew her black hair, giving her a sense of beauty.
Leng Junyi walked over gently, but Wei Ran was still looking out the window in a daze, without even looking at Leng Junyi.
"How's the injury? Does it still hurt?" Leng Junyi said, reaching out to take Weiran's hand, but Weiran suddenly shook it off.
"Why did you come to my place if you don't want to accompany your little Mo?" Weiran said sarcastically.
"Ye Weiran, aren't you jealous?" Leng Junyi sat down next to Weiran, with a nice curve at the corner of his mouth.
Is this woman jealous? But why does he feel an indescribable joy in his heart when he sees her jealous look?