"It's okay, your daddy is in a bad mood and you can vent it." Gu Xintong raised her hand and rubbed his head, and said with a forced smile: "Beibei, good boy, go back to your room and sleep first, Mommy put the floor on the floor. Clean up."

"Is Daddy still angry? Will he hurt Mommy?"

"Don't worry, no more."

Sheng Sibei looked at Sheng Muhan in disbelief. After the latter calmed down, he also began to realize how impulsive and irrational his behavior was just now, and stood there for a while feeling awkward.

After Sheng Sibei entered the room, Gu Xintong turned to Sheng Muhan.

Sheng Muhan originally thought that she would scold him again, so he took the lead and said, "The computer is mine, so I can smash it if I want."

Gu Xintong shook her head, picked up the computer and put it on the table, then squatted down to pick up the pieces of the teacup on the ground.

"Actually, Mrs. Sheng is just a good intention. Why do you misinterpret her meaning?" She said, "You said that it is very dangerous for you to live with a fool now. Who is not worried? If it were me, I would be worried too."

Sheng Muhan's expression changed again.

Gu Xintong went on to say: "Besides, being sick is not something to be ashamed of, and it's not murder and arson. Why do you care so much about what other people think? You see, I am called a fool every day, so I live happily. Only People who don't even look down on themselves will care what others think of them."

Sheng Muhan stared at her with her back turned to him, and unconsciously said, "Are you really a fool?"

Gu Xintong's heart trembled when he asked her, and she realized that what she just said was a little too profound, which would definitely arouse his suspicion again.

"I'm not!" She hurriedly saved herself from the mistake she had just made accidentally, and retorted unhappily: "I'm not a fool, I'll be angry if you call me a fool again."

"Didn't you just say that you don't care if others call you a fool?"

"..." Gu Xintong was speechless, and forcefully defended: "I'm not really angry, and I won't throw things to scare others."

Sheng Muhan looked at her, a bead of red blood dripped from the wound on her forehead onto the floor, but she didn't seem to know the pain, just wiped the bead of blood on the floor with the rag in her hand, and continued to clean the floor fragments on.

"Aren't you feeling pain?" He asked with a frown.

"What is pain?" Gu Xintong pretended not to understand.

Well, it’s useless to ask.

Sheng Muhan knew that she was not without pain. She cried when she had her blood drawn last time, and she also cried when she was bullied by Sister Jin and Sheng Jiajia. It may be that she has been injured too many times and has become numb.

He rummaged through the cabinet, found a small medicine box, and walked to Gu Xintong.

Gu Xintong was startled by the sudden coolness on his forehead, and looked up at the cotton ball in his hand: "You...what are you doing?"

Sheng Muhan pinched her chin with one hand, and gently wiped the cotton ball on her wound with the other. Although the movements were not very skilled, they were still very gentle.

The two people who are so close can almost feel each other's breath and smell each other's breath.

It was even the first time that Gu Xintong saw Sheng Muhan doing something for someone else, and it was for a fool he hated the most. It seems that this guy still has such a conscience, knowing that he just hurt someone .

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