Chapter 72: I don't love her. Qin Xin took a deep breath and showed a brave smile to make herself look less embarrassed. ∑飞㊣≥"I'm fine, I just got burned."
Lan Ruixiu's nearly zero-degree cold light fell on the housekeeper, and he shouted coldly: "You have been working in the Lan family for too long, and you should get out of here because your hands and feet are not flexible."
"Don't!" Qin Xin grabbed his sleeve and begged in a soft voice: "She didn't mean it. Everyone makes a mistake accidentally. Besides, I'm fine, don't drive her away."
"I'm sorry, Miss Qin, I'm sorry, young master! I really didn't mean to do it. I accidentally missed it because it was too hot and I couldn't hold it steady. I'm sorry!" The housekeeper stood aside and explained anxiously, his voice trembling.
Lan Sichen said before Lan Ruixiu pursed his lips: "There are no blisters, just wipe off the ointment and you'll be fine. Butler, go down and let the kitchen prepare dinner again."
Lan Ruixiu glanced at Lan Sichen with his sharp eyes and did not object to his words. He stood up, held Qin Xin's good hand, and said in a soft voice: "I will take you to deal with it."
"Yeah." Qin Xin smiled at him and turned to look at Si Lan and Lan Sichen: "Sorry, you didn't have a good dinner."
"It's okay, go and take care of it." Lan Sichen's voice was calm, without any nervousness at all, and he turned to Silan and said: "I will accompany you back to the room, and I will ask the housekeeper to bring the soup to the room later."
Si Lan didn't say anything, just stood up and walked towards the stairs. The soup just spilled on Qin Xin's hand. Si Chen didn't look nervous at all. Lan Ruixiu was actually nervous and angry. This was the first time.
Seeing Lan Ruixiu's nervous look on Qin Xin's face shocked me.
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Qin Xin stood in front of the sink, her face pale in the mirror, as sick as if she might die at any time. Lan Ruixiu rolled up her sleeves gentlemanly, turned on the faucet and rinsed her hands under the cold water.
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"You have never been so nervous about me." Qin Xin spoke in a low voice, staring at his stern face. She wanted to see what he was thinking under his cold handsome face.
Lan Ruixiu's face was expressionless, he held her wrist tightly, looked at the red skin with sharp eyes, and said calmly: "Is it weird to be nervous about your girlfriend?"
Qin Xin tugged her thin lips and showed an ugly smile: "I don't know about others, but I know that the housekeeper has been working in the Lan family for so many years. He has never made any mistakes. It's such a coincidence at this time."
Lan Ruixiu said nothing.
"Si Chen is very nervous about her. You cooperated in this scene just to make her believe that there is nothing between Si Chen and me."
"Isn't this the truth?" Lan Ruixiu lowered his head and asked, staring at her with his deep eyes.
"I have been chasing your shadow all these years. Si Chen is her husband. I have nothing to say to prove my innocence. But why are you cooperating in this scene?" Qin Xin looked at him sadly and took her hands from his
He pulled out his palms. What hurt was not his hands, but his heart.
Lan Ruixiu's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes became more and more inscrutable. He took a dry towel and slowly wiped the water drops on his hands. When his eyes fell on Qin Xin's face again, his thin lips raised an evil smile: "I thought these
Years are enough time for you to see clearly where your heart lies. Apparently, I overestimated you."
The sound fell, and he threw the towel into the trash can, turned around and walked out of the bathroom.
Qin Xin looked stunned, turned around and looked at his back and bit her lip, but never said a word. The burned area on her hand felt as if it was burned by fire, and it felt like a big stone had been placed on her chest, which was heavy.
She couldn't breathe.
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The butler brought the soup again. Si Lan looked at the white fish soup and took a sip, frowning: "It tastes wrong..."
"It tastes wrong? Maybe the chef put the wrong seasoning." The butler hesitated.
Si Lan looked at her with strange eyes and shook his head: "No matter how wrong the seasoning is, it shouldn't taste like this. It tastes terrible. Throw it away."
"Pour it out?" The butler raised his voice and hesitated.
"What's wrong?"
"Young Mistress..." The housekeeper looked at her with conflicting eyes, and said warmly: "The Third Young Master didn't let me tell you, but I think you shouldn't waste the Third Young Master's affection, and you should drink some more. And I
I tasted it, but there was just a little too much salt."
"You mean..." Si Lan raised his brows, his eyes full of disbelief: "Is this Si Chen's doing?"
"Third Young Master has grown up. This is the first time he has entered the kitchen and is cooking. He wants to do something for you, but he doesn't want you to know." The housekeeper looked at her with pleading eyes, "Third Young Master really cares about you.
, care about you."
Silan bit his lip subconsciously, and was shocked. Lan Sichen actually cooked for himself and made soup for himself? Although the taste was really not good, but...he was actually willing to cook for himself...
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Some people say that whether a man loves you or not shows in the kitchen.
Si Lan stood up in the next second and ran away. Ignoring the housekeeper's shouts behind him, he trotted all the way to the kitchen. He stood at the door of the kitchen and panted slightly. He looked at Lan Sichen pouring out the remaining fish soup and washing his hands.
.The fingers with distinct bones were washed under the tap, and they were completely clean.
Lan Sichen turned around and wiped his hands with a towel. When he saw her look stunned, her thin lips slightly raised, "This housekeeper should really be changed."
"I said, we should change the chef." Slan bit his lip and stared at his hands that were supposed to hold the scalpel, "Aren't you busy recently?"
Lan Sichen walked up to her, lowered his head, his deep eyes were full of confusion, and raised a confused voice: "As a doctor, if you can't even take care of your own wife's health, what qualifications do you have to be a doctor?"
Si Lan didn't say anything, feeling the gentle breath he exhaled, with a faint fragrance. Her eyes deliberately avoided his burning gaze, not knowing what to say. She casually said: "Qin Xin's hand..."
"With Lan Ruixiu by her side, I don't need to worry. I'm only worried about what's in front of me." Lan Sichen interrupted her gently, and gently picked up her fallen hair with his fingers, touching it with his fingertips.
Her skin felt slightly cool to the touch.
Silan's heart beat uncontrollably, and he took a deep breath, trying to suppress his emotions. "You can go about your business, you don't have to stay by my bedside every night, and you don't have to do these things for me. If you do, I will too.
I won’t be impressed.”
Lan Sichen bent over, slowly moved his cheek closer and closer to her, raised his thin lips into a rich smile, and his charming voice made people sad: "Really?"
Si Lan's body trembled, and he took a step back involuntarily. Such Lan Sichen was full of charm, and his eyes were too alluring.
"Yeah..." The voice was very unsure.
Lan Sichen reached out and pinched her pink cheek intimately, whispering gently: "You have the right to be angry, and I have the right to love my wife. Be good, go back to your room and rest."
Silan's cheeks turned red, and she turned her head to avoid his fingers. She bit her lip, mustered up the courage to look directly at him, and fell into his dark and deep eyes. Cold sweat broke out on her nervous palms, and she asked firmly: "You really don't
Love Qin Xin?"
She stared at him expectantly in her watery eyes, holding her breath, feeling scared in her heart, afraid that the answer he said would not be what she expected.
"I don't love her." Lan Sichen said decisively, without avoiding her eyes or any hesitation, and answered neatly.
Silan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "That day, you came back and took me to the hospital. You didn't abandon me, right?"
"But I still went to perform surgery on Qin Xin later." Lan Sichen apologized in his low and hoarse voice.
"She's in such bad health and in such danger, so you should go." Silan understood his position very well. He tugged on his clothes with his fingers, hesitated for a moment and said, "But... I'm still very sad. We are the first
The child is gone."
The watery eyes looked at him, glowing reddish...
"Silly child." Lan Sichen's gentle palm fell on her head and rubbed it gently. He held her in his arms and kissed his strong chest with his pink cheeks, "Child
, there will always be.”
Si Lan grabbed his clothes in grievance, and tears slowly fell out, quickly soaking a large area of his clothes. The fear and sadness that had been held in his heart for the past few days collapsed once again at this moment, and became vented in tears.
Qin Xin stood a few meters away, quietly looking at the people hugging each other, her curled eyelashes trembling slightly, her thin lips pursed in an indifferent arc. Lan Ruixiu's cold voice kept echoing in her mind: I
I thought these years were enough for you to see clearly where your heart lies. Apparently, I overestimated you.
Can't tell the difference clearly, is there any difference? No matter it is Lan Ruixiu or Lan Sichen, they can only see the woman named "Si Lan" in their eyes now.
Who else cares about Qin Xin?
Lan Sichen raised his head, and his eyes just met Qin Xin's red eyes. He narrowed his eyes, and a strange look appeared on his face. However, the hands holding Si Lan did not let go. On the contrary, they held him tighter.
Qin Xin looked at him, an ugly smile squeezed out of her thin lips. When she turned around silently, tears flowed down silently, hanging on her cheeks with a broken light. The burned hand was still hurting, as if that
A vein is connected to the heart, and the heart looks like it has been stabbed several times.
She was leaning against the cold wall, and she could see them as long as she turned around, but at this moment she no longer had the courage to look. A hot hand was lifted up and tightly grasped her heart, her face turned ashen, and her forehead was soaked with blood.
I was sweating heavily and was extremely painful.
Lan Sichen remained calm, as if he had not seen her. He held the little woman in his arms and gently ran his fingers through her hair. When he closed his eyes, he suppressed everything in his heart. When he lowered his head slightly, he could smell it.
The fragrance of blue hair...
He whispered softly: "Fool, stop crying, there will still be children."
Silan lay on his chest and cried for who knows how long until she fell asleep. Finally, he carried him back to the room, placed him on the soft big bed, and fell into a deep sleep. Lan Sichen sat on the edge of the bed, his cold eyes always
Staring at her, her eyelashes wet with tears stopped, casting a green shadow.
Under the dim light, his eyes became colder and deeper...