You Are My Rare Passion

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

A group of people filed out, Fang Yao was at the end.

Fang Yixian watched Fang Yao walk in front of him, and sighed silently: "Ah Yao, stay here and stay with grandpa for one more night, tomorrow... grandpa will be buried."

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

After tonight, after grandpa was buried, he had nothing to do with this family at all.

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, worried but helpless looked at Fang Yao a few more times, turned and left.

Behind him, Fang Mingzhu wanted to chase, but was hugged tightly 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 room, and the family doctor immediately stepped forward to treat Qiao Zui's wound.

This little burn was nothing to Qiao Zui, what made him unbearable was the tingling sensation of cutting a nerve with a sharp object when the porcelain cup hit his arm.

The stinging pain was like the tide, and the splash had not faded away, and it came up again. The pain made him tremble all over, and the cold sweat wet the clothes over and over again, wishing he could cut off the injured arm directly.

The family doctor treated him for the burns. The injury on his arm was a nerve injury. He had no choice but to give Qiao Zui an injection for pain relief and make Qiao Zui rest in bed.

Qiao Zui's face was so pale that he might faint at any moment, Ye Xingbei went into the kitchen and boiled some millet porridge as fast as he could, then let it cool and brought it out, Mi Sheng fed Qiao Zui half a bowl, and helped Qiao Zui into the bedroom to rest.

Ye Xingbei handed Gu Junzhu a bowl of porridge: "You should eat some too, I didn't eat anything all the way."

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

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

He said he disliked Qiao Zui, but this nephew grew up in front of him, just like a certain part of his body, what Qiao Zui hurt was his arm, and what he hurt was his heart.

Being in a bad mood directly led to a bad appetite. Seeing that Ye Xingbei cooked it himself, he drank less than half of the bowl and put the bowl on the table.

Ye Xingbei picked up the bowl again, scooped up a spoonful, and handed it to his mouth: "Eat more, or you'll have a stomachache again."

Gu Junzhu used to suffer from stomach pains.

After retiring from the army, he returned home and was supported by the family doctor and chef.

Ye Xingbei was so gentle and considerate, Gu Junzhu couldn't bear to let her down, swallowed the spoonful of porridge she handed to his lips, took the bowl and spoon, "I'll come by myself, you can eat some too, if the porridge doesn't suit your appetite, you want to eat it What did you tell the kitchen to do?"

"I'll just have a bowl of porridge." Seeing Gu Junzhu eating porridge honestly, Ye Xingbei still felt a little strange.

If it was in the past, she would rush to feed him porridge like this, Gu Wuye would be in a state of shock, full of provocative words.

But today, his eyes were gloomy and he was very quiet, which shows that he was angered by the Fang family.

Watching Gu Jun finish the porridge, the two went back to the bedroom, after taking a shower, leaning against the bed, Ye Xingbei picked up the photo frame on the bedside table.

In the photo, Gu Junzhu is wearing formal attire, as sharp as a sword, exuding an irresistible charm all over his body.

Ye Xingbei held the photo frame and glanced around the bedroom: "Is this the bedroom your sister prepared for you?"