With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

Fu Hanyu's hand was hanging in the air, his eyebrows were slightly lowered, his eyes were as if dripping with thick ink, deep and diffuse, and a touch of cold sharpness flashed away.

Song Yu has been pulled aside by Song Xingqing.

When she squatted down, she still didn't forget to take a look at Fu Hanyu, and saw his slightly pale, but moist, jade-like fingers under the street lamp, moved slightly, and retracted them.

At this moment, Song Xingqing felt inexplicably nervous. When his fingers touched her skin, he frowned, wiped it lightly, and heaved a sigh of relief. His cold and handsome face also eased a lot: " It was not injured, it was someone else's blood."

Fu Hanyu next to her heard his words, and when she looked over, she saw him take out a silk handkerchief and gently wipe the blood on her neck.

The dark blue handkerchief set off her already fair neck, which was as shiny as a layer of white glaze. The rouge that had appeared because of his approach before was slowly fading away.

original.

She is only sensitive to his approach.

This small change made his deep eyes stained with a faint smile.

Song Yu was not injured.

Song Xingqing was injured, not seriously.

There were injuries on the face and neck, and the corner of the lip was torn.

Although Song Yu didn't ask him to help her, since he helped her, he should follow the principle of reciprocity and deal with his injuries.

After the wounds on his face, injuries, and neck are treated.

She asked, "Where else hurt?"

Song Xingqing hasn't spoken yet.

Song Yu found out by himself.

On his back, there were bloodstains faintly, and through the white shirt, traces of red blood stained.

Without any hesitation, she patted his shoulder and said, "Take off your shirt."

Song Xingqing was stunned for a moment, and his voice was a little stiff: "There should be a clinic nearby, I'll go to the doctor to deal with it."

"I'm a doctor!" Song Yu gave him a disgusted look.

Song Xingqing saw that the word "trouble" was written all over her face, his throat choked again, and he said from between his lips and teeth: "You are a girl, be careful in front of outsiders."

He thought of her whistling at people before, and her head was getting bigger.

Has she always been like this?

"What are you paying attention to, you are a remnant of feudal society!" Song Yu got a little impatient and said something.

Song Xingqing's handsome face sank, and his chest was congested with anger. It was hard to say anything about her in front of outsiders.

"Don't whine, take it off quickly." If Song Yu didn't think that he was injured because of himself, he wouldn't bother to care about him. Seeing that he still didn't move, he frowned: "You are my brother, not an outsider." .”

She said you are my brother.

Song Xingqing's body froze suddenly, a bright color flashed in his cold eyes, but in his heart, it felt like knocking over a five-flavored bottle for a moment, with all kinds of tastes.

"Hurry up." Song Yu urged again.

Song Xingqing just took off half of his shirt, revealing a perfect and beautiful broad back. Every line seems to be carefully carved by God.

Song Yu smeared the medicine on him, feeling in his heart, he looks thinner when dressed, but fleshy when undressed, he has a good figure, extra points.

Song Xingqing's body was still a little stiff.

But think about it again, since she is her own sister, there is nothing embarrassing about it.

Fu Hanyu, on the other hand, looked at the scene in front of him, his heart burst into irritability, and his eyes were also under the dark street lights, flickering, a little dangerous.

until.

Song Yu raised his head suddenly, his eyes flicked across his naked face presumptuously, along his neck, looked at his collarbone, looked at his chest, stopped on his belly for a moment, and then shifted his eyes.

Fu Hanyu's breath suddenly became short, and his adam's apple, which was so cold and so delicate that it was too ascetic, rolled up and down, watching her smile.

This daring little woman is comparing his figure with Song Xingqing's!

On Song Yu's side, it's time to treat Song Xingqing's wound.

Mr. Fu also came back with the two children, both of whom had a lot of things in their hands.

Behind them, many people followed respectfully, carrying big and small bags, and at first glance, they were all the shop assistants and counter sisters of various famous brand stores.

Old Fu smiled and looked at Song Yu, and said, "Yu'er, uncle bought you a little something, and I'll ask them to send it to your home later."

Song Yu looked at so many things and was a little worried, but knowing that the old man had good intentions, he smiled crookedly: "Thank you, Uncle Fu."

"Thank you, thank you, no thanks." Mr. Fu smiled even more happily, and when he turned his head to look at Fu Hanyu, he immediately changed his face and glared at him: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you go home quickly, just look at it It's time, Zebao and Xunbao have to go to school tomorrow!"

Even on the side, Song Xingqing, who was ignored by others, felt that the double standard was too obvious. Listening to their conversation, he already knew the identity of the visitor, and stepped forward, saying: "Uncle, it's already late, We won't bother."

Elder Fu looked at him, the coercion of being in a high position all the year round, at this moment, was undoubtedly evident, a pair of eyes full of vicissitudes of life, full of wisdom accumulated over time, looked at him.

For a moment, Song Xingqing felt that he was oppressed and had difficulty breathing. After he stabilized his mind, he said, "Hello, Uncle. I am Song Yu's eldest brother, Song Xingqing."

"Oh, Yu'er's brother." Old Fu's face softened, but there was no kindness or smile in his eyes.

He knew that Yu'er's family members didn't treat her well, and naturally they didn't have a good impression of her elder brother either. Some things were preconceived and that's it.

Song Xingqing nodded, smiled politely, and greeted him.

next to.

Song Ze pulled Song Yu and complained in a low voice: "Mummy, Grandpa Fu can't go shopping. He can't walk when people sell things and say things are good. He can buy whatever he sees!"

He persuaded him several times, but he couldn't persuade him, so he had to pack everything up.

The shop assistants in those stores were so happy that they sold him more vigorously.

Fu Xun also nodded, and leaned closer to her and whispered in his ear: "Aunt Yu'er, I told Grandpa, you don't need anything, even if you buy too much, you won't be able to use it up. You have to be diligent and thrifty. He insists on buying."

Song Yu smiled, imitating their appearance, and lowered his voice: "Understood, don't say it in front of Grandpa, Grandpa will be unhappy."

This is how old people want to give their children all the good things.

Fu Hanyu was beside them, looking at those things, and said solemnly: "Don't worry about him, if you don't need it, deal with it!"

Her clothes, seemingly simple, are actually custom-made.

The cosmetics she uses are also made by herself.

Those things that Dad bought are simply useless.

Song Ze nodded and made up his mind: "You can sell second-hand items on the Internet, or you can set up a stall to sell them. I saw that after the food festival, there will be a medieval market here."

"Set up a stall!"

Fu Hanyu and Fu Xun spoke in unison.