A familiar and anxious voice reached Jing Tian'er's ears. She raised her eyes and saw Duan Luhen's familiar figure. Jian Qingyang felt that her eyes were blurry and her arms were empty. She blinked and looked again.
Jing Tian'er was already in Duan Luhen's arms.
"Ni'er, what's wrong? Where did you fall?" When he walked in, he happened to see Jian Qingyang helping Jing Tian'er up from the ground. Her big eyes were filled with water, and her facial features were twisted into a ball in pain.
His heart ached.
"It hurts my waist, it hurts me so much!" The tears couldn't stop flowing down her fair cheeks. It wasn't that she wasn't strong, nor was she sad. It was purely a physiological reaction. The tears flowed out involuntarily, and she couldn't control them.
No, the moment she hit the coffee table, she thought she had been cut in half. She had never felt so painful.
"Are you hurt? I'll take you to have a look." Duan Luhen lifted Jing Tian'er into his arms and wanted to take her to the bedroom to check her injuries.
"What are you doing?" Jian Qingyang stopped him, her face looking ugly.
Duan Luhen was stunned, thinking that Jian Qingyang was blaming him for being rude, and he quickly called his aunt politely, "I'm worried that Tian'er has hurt her bones, so I'll take her to the bedroom to have a look."
"What is your relationship with her? Is she someone you can see?" Jian Qingyang looked at Jing Tian'er and yelled, "Get off here!"
Jing Tian'er had never seen Jian Qingyang treat her so harshly before. She was a little confused and patted Duan Lvhen's shoulder to signal Duan Lvhen to put her down.
As soon as her feet landed on the ground, Jian Qingyang pulled her and said, "Where's the fruit I asked you to cut? Hurry up and go!"
Jing Tianer frowned in pain, and Duan Luhen also frowned.
Jing Tian'er was a little strange. She looked at her mother and then at Duan Luhen.
She felt weird.
Her mother used to like Duan Lvhen very much, but this time when Duan Lvhen appeared, her mother felt like she had eaten dynamite. She didn't like Duan Lvhen's face but his nose. What's wrong?
When Jian Qingyang saw Jing Tian'er standing still, she became even more angry and shouted loudly: "Why are you just standing there stupidly? Go quickly!"
"Oh!" Although full of questions, Jing Tian'er still answered and walked towards the kitchen obediently. After all, there were so many people here, and she had to give her mother face.
"Let me help you!" Duan Luhen followed Jing Tianer into the kitchen.
After entering the kitchen, he dragged a chair in, carefully helped Jing Tian'er sit down, squatted behind her, lifted up her clothes and looked at her back, "How are you? Are you hurting any bones? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
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Jing Tian'er moved a bit and felt that it was just a pain in the flesh and bones, "No, no bones were hurt."
"That's good," Duan Luhen just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a purple ridge on her back. It was particularly dazzling and frightening across her white and tender back. He couldn't help but take a breath.
The cold air caused my heart to tighten violently, and my voice trembled, "Nier, does it hurt?"
"No, it's okay," Jing Tian'er pulled off her clothes and pushed him, "Hurry up and cut the fruit, otherwise my mother will get mad again soon."
Duan Luhen patted her head, stood up and cut the fruit. While cutting, he asked: "Nier, do you realize that my aunt's attitude toward me is a little strange this time I come here?"
"I'm feeling better," Jing Tian'er wrinkled the tip of her nose, "I've been feeling weird about my mom since I came back yesterday. I'll take some time to ask her what's wrong."
