Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

The car whistle sounded, and it was Jiang Xun who brought people over.

Shit, miscalculated.

Fu Xizhou scolded in a low voice: "Put the gun down."

The confidant closes the gun.

Fu Xizhou looked at Zhan Beixiao with calculations in his eyes: "Zhan Beixiao, I was careless this time, and next time, I will definitely kill you."

After saying that, Fu Xizhou turned and left.

After Fu Xizhou's men left, Qi Bei retracted his gun and walked quickly to Zhan Beixiao.

"Master Zhan, are you alright?"

Zhan Beixiao shook his head, "It's a small injury, it's fine."

Jiang Xun and others stopped the car, only to see Fu Xizhou's people leave.

When he saw the wound on Zhan Beixiao's arm, his eyes changed suddenly. He took him into the car and bandaged him urgently.

The wound was so deep that the bone was visible, and even Jiang Xun was shocked when he looked at it.

What's more, Zhan Beixiao, the man was leaning on the back seat, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his face was pale.

After the dressing was finished, Jiang Zi looked at Qi Bei: "What's going on, why did Fu Xizhou appear here?"

Didn't the news say that Fu Xizhou is still in the nursing room?

"Tricked, Fu Xizhou escaped the eyeliner arranged by Lu Shao."

Qi Bei said with a sullen face: "Master Zhan, I was careless this time, please punish me."

Zhan Beixiao shook his head: "The news that the quality of the Fu family found out earlier broke out."

Fu Xizhou injured him, so he should pay the price.

Qi Bei's eyes moved slightly: "Yes."

After the dressing was over, Zhan Beixiao put down his sleeve and buttoned it with one hand: "When will it be healed?"

He was asking about wounds.

Jiang Xun packed the medicine box: "Within a week, change the medicine every day, don't lift heavy things, you should be able to make a lot of money."

Zhan Beixiao frowned: "Got it."

"Go back to Crescent Moon House."

The black car started and went to Crescent Moon House, Jiang Xun leaned on the soft chair: "I'll call my sister-in-law and ask her to make soup."

Drink trotter soup.

As the saying goes, you can make up for yourself where you eat.

"Don't tell her."

Zhan Beixiao stopped Jiang Xun's actions: "Don't spread the word about the injury."

She's been very busy recently, and he doesn't want to make trouble.

Jiang Zi pursed his lips: "But you usually sleep together, my sister-in-law will find out sooner or later."

He didn't believe that Master Zhan could bear not to touch his sister-in-law for a week.

"That's my business, don't worry about it."

Zhan Beixiao bled a lot, his face was a little ugly, and he closed his eyes to rest.

Jiang Xun didn't dare to reveal the news, and reminded: "Master Zhan, I advise you to take a bath before seeing my sister-in-law."

With such a strong smell of blood on his body, it would be difficult not to be noticed.

"Ah."

Zhan Beixiao returned to Yueya Xiaozhu and opened the door, but Bai Yangyang hadn't come back yet.

He went into the bathroom, carefully avoiding the injury, took a shower, and changed into a knitted sweater.

When I came out, I heard the door being pushed open.

"I am back."

Bai Yangyang carried a pile of food and changed shoes at the door.

Zhan Beixiao walked over with soft eyes: "Yes."

He took the things in her hand, and Bai Yangyang grabbed his hand subconsciously: "Why did you take a shower so early today?"

The toiletries that Zhan Beixiao used before were used up.

She bought new ones and they smell great.

Zhan Beixiao's body froze, the injured hand was grabbed, his Adam's apple rolled, he nodded.

"Sweating."

Bai Yangyang didn't think much, changed his shoes, stepped on the fluffy slippers, and walked into the kitchen.

Zhan Beixiao stood where he was, his touched hand was so stiff.

The other hand carried something into the kitchen: "I still have a video conference."

"Go ahead and have hot pot tonight."

Bai Yangyang took the apron and tied it skillfully.

Zhan Beixiao nodded: "Okay."

He turned and left, walked into the study, rolled up his sleeves, the wound was torn, and the gauze was wet with blood.

There is a spare medicine box in the study, he removed the gauze and bandaged it again.

Bai Yangyang boiled the bottom of the pot, cut the meat and washed the vegetables.

After finishing preparations, he wiped his hands and knocked on the door of the study: "Master Zhan, it's time to eat."

"it is good."

The moment the male voice fell, the doorbell rang.

Bai Yangyang opened the door, Zhan Beiye stood outside the door, showing his white teeth, smiling: "Little sister-in-law, good evening."

"Have you eaten? How about having hot pot together?"

Zhan Beiye was greedy for Bai Yangyang's craftsmanship, his Adam's apple rolled and he drooled.

"Sister-in-law, let's eat together, okay? Are there enough ingredients? If not, I'll bring some ingredients."

Zhan Beiye squeezed in with his things.

The corner of Bai Yangyang's mouth twitched, why should the family be so polite?

Click.

The door of the study room opened, Zhan Beixiao saw Zhan Beiye, his eyes moved slightly: "Why are you here?"

"The home is being renovated, I'll stay here for a few days."

He received a call from Jiang Xun, saying that his eldest brother was injured and asked him to come over and take a look.

By the way, tell my sister-in-law not to touch his brother.

At least for these few days, he wants to be a qualified light bulb.

Bai Yangyang: "????"

Home decoration - why is this word so familiar?

Oh, when Zhan Beixiao moved here, it was to decorate his home.

"The Zhan Garden hasn't been renovated yet, it's been almost a year." Bai Yangyang didn't understand.

Zhan Beiye coughed lightly, he was just talking casually.

"Since you're here, let's sit down and eat."

Zhan Beixiao broke the silence and walked to the dining table. His left hand was injured and it didn't affect eating.

Bai Yangyang added an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks, Zhan Beiye put down his things, opened the chair and sat down.

"Sister-in-law, are you going to rehearse for the state banquet next month?"

"Yes."

Zhan Beixiao doesn't like spicy food very much, so she specially prepared mandarin duck pot.

She picked up a piece of hairy belly and put it into the red soup pot. After it was cooked, she wrapped it in a thick layer of chili and put it in her mouth.

Spicy and crispy.

Zhan Beiye was dumbfounded, and then silently moved the mutton in front of Zhan Beixiao to his own.

Injured people eat less mutton.

Bai Yangyang didn't notice such a subtle movement, so he put some of Zhan Beixiao's favorite food in the clear soup pot, and enjoyed it with peace of mind.

Halfway through eating, Bai Yangyang's cell phone rang.

She went to the study to answer the phone.

Zhan Beixiao glanced at Zhan Beiye: "After eating, get out."

What is the light bulb stick doing here?
"No, I can't go."

His brother was injured, how could he be sticky and greasy?
He wants to be here, take care of big brother!

Zhan Beixiao kicked it over: "Either get out, or I will drive you away."

Zhan Beiye rarely persisted: "Brother, don't drive me away, I can't leave, I'm doing it for your own good, you and my sister-in-law are sweetened, if it affects your recovery, what will you do in the future?"

Zhan Beixiao: "..."

He has measure.

Zhan Beiye boiled a piece of mutton, dipped it in sesame sauce, and ate it with relish: "Don't worry, I'll leave immediately when you recover."

Zhan Beixiao: "..."

Bai Yangyang came out after answering the phone, and saw that Zhan Beixiao didn't move much.

"What's the matter, don't you want to eat?"

"Sister-in-law, speaking of it, I want to drink your stewed pig's trotter soup, can you help me—" Zhan Beiye begged.

"Yes, but there are no pig's trotters at home."

"It's okay, I brought it."

Bai Yangyang had almost finished eating, and got up: "That's fine, you eat less, I'll stew it now, just enough to drink at night."

Zhan Beixiao frowned: "Don't spoil him."

She is usually very tired, and she has to cook soup for him.

"It's okay, I just want to drink too."

When Bai Yangyang entered the kitchen, Zhan Beiye smiled treacherously: "Brother, don't worry, I won't take a sip of this soup, I'll give you all of it."

Zhan Beixiao's expression moved slightly, and he hummed reluctantly.

Zhan Beiye: "..."

He knew that his brother was a sullen man!

The possessiveness extends to the pork trotter soup stewed by his sister-in-law!

After Bai Yangyang washed and blanched the pig's trotters, he stewed them in a casserole over low heat, adding kidney beans.

After she finished her work, Zhan Beixiao kicked Zhan Beiye: "Clean up the kitchen."

He got up and led Bai Yangyang into the study.

Zhan Beiye covered the place where he was kicked, and sobbed loudly, seeing them alone, he still wanted to follow.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Beixiao closed the door with his backhand, and Zhan Beiye was shut out.

ooh-

Closed again.