Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

On the coffee table, there is freshly cooked red bean porridge.

Mrs. Jiang had half a bowl left in front of her.

"Do you know the reason why I asked you to come back?" Mrs. Jiang said straight to the point.

Zhuang Mingyue pursed her thin lips into a straight line and nodded, "I know."

Mrs. Jiang asked him: "Then how do you feel about Ashu now? Do you still want to continue? If you are disappointed with Ashu, grandma will not blame you, and we will not force you to stay. Are you willing to give Ashu time?" , it shows that you think clearly and see clearly. Based on this alone, grandma feels that you are different from others."

"Not all women can think of you as rational, but because of your rationality, Ashu feels chilled. Sometimes... it is not impossible to make trouble without reason. In other words, Ashu also wants to You did this because he wanted to see you angry. At least in his eyes, if you have a temper, it means you care about him." Mrs. Jiang reached out and held the back of her hand, "Tell grandma, did you ever like Ashu? ?”

Zhuang Mingyue nodded without comment, with serious eyes: "I am serious about relationship matters. Uncle Wang also told me some about her. I also understand the importance of the order of appearance...I am...not worthy of him."

Mrs. Jiang smiled and patted the back of her hand, and said earnestly: "Actually, from the moment you entered Jiang's house, I liked you from the bottom of my heart the first time I saw you. Some people are good or bad, My heart is like a clear mirror."

"My old lady doesn't like to mince words or play tricks on others, but I can see it at a glance. I might as well tell you that I investigated your affairs before you came to Jiang's house. I know you Living a hard life in the banker's house and having an ambitious godbrother, entering the Jiang family is nothing more than finding someone to rely on. This point... There is no doubt that you are indeed very smart. People from the Jiang family can indeed speak well in the imperial capital, and No one dares to provoke anyone from our Jiang family."

"My grandson did do a lot of stupid things before, and he is just as stupid now. He has been alone for too long and has lost himself. He doesn't know what he wants. After all, who hasn't done stupid things when he was young? , even if he did something wrong, he paid the price."

"My bastard son, after giving birth to Ashu, I never took care of him. Her mother drank all day long and beat or scolded him."

"Once, they were getting divorced, and I was worried about going back to persuade them. Who knew that as soon as I entered the door, I saw a room full of broken glass bottles and a pool of blood on the ground..."

"Guess whose it is?"

Zhuang Mingyue's heart also tightened. Was this...his childhood experience?

Mrs. Jiang continued: "At that time... he was just this old," she gestured with her hands, "When he was five or six years old, he was locked in the basement, his whole body was shivering from the cold, and his body was covered in bruises and bruises. scars."

"How old is he! How could he do this? Later... I took Ashu to my side and raised him personally, but I was powerless! I couldn't give him anything except material life."

"It is because of the lack of love from his parents since childhood that he became like this, irritable and impulsive, and did things without caring about the consequences."

"He grew up beside me. I can see that he always treats you differently..." Mrs. Jiang took a deep breath and sighed: "I have told you so much just to get you back." , give my grandson another chance. Go upstairs and have a good chat with him..."

"Whether it works or not, you can come to this Jiang family's old house at any time..."

Out of politeness, Zhuang Mingyue nodded and agreed.

Mrs. Jiang left, until she seemed to be the only one left in the huge villa.

Zhuang Mingyue knew where his room was.

Hesitantly, he went upstairs.

Just then, a servant hurriedly came downstairs with a frightened expression, holding medicine in his hand. When he saw Zhuang Mingyue, the servant's eyes lit up, "Miss Mingyue?! You are finally back."

"What happened?"

The servant said: "The eldest young master refuses to change the dressing, so there is nothing I can do."

Zhuang Mingyue: "Give it to me."

"it is good."

The servant seemed to dislike the hot touch and immediately handed it over to Zhuang Mingyue.

In fact, at best, she is still just a student, but what she has experienced now has far exceeded those of her peers.

At this age, she should be studying and worrying about her grades, but now she has to coax an adult who is three or four years older than her.

She was destined to worry.

Zhuang Mingyue went to the room upstairs, raised her hand and knocked on the door.

'boom'

An unknown object hit the door. Zhuang Mingyue was frightened and almost lost the balance of the thing in his hand.

"roll--"

"Are you really... not letting me in?"

It was quiet inside for a few seconds. Zhuang Mingyue opened the door and was about to walk in. She suddenly saw the person on the bed lifting the quilt and almost running towards her and hugging her. Zhuang Mingyue took a few steps back and managed to stabilize her body. live.

In his deep voice, he suppressed his emotions and hugged her tightly: "I thought you wouldn't come back."

"I can't breathe."

Jiang Yushu let her go, and Zhuang Mingyue took several breaths to calm down. After not seeing her for a few days, he was in a lot of embarrassment, with green stubble on his chin, scarlet eyes, and dark blue under his eyes as if he hadn't rested for a long time.

Zhuang Mingyue looked into his eyes, then stretched out her hand to touch his wound tremblingly, "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Yushu looked at her with a look of aggression and restraint that he had suppressed for a long time. He grabbed her hand and put it against his chest, "It won't hurt if you come."

This pitiful tone is exactly the same as Jiang Ye's.

"Let me give you some medicine."

"Okay." The voice was hoarse.

Zhuang Mingyue took out the needed medicine and began to treat his wound, "Just say it hurts and I'll try to be gentle."

"Ah."

His eyes were always fixed on her. When Zhuang Mingyue raised her head, she could notice the greedy look in his eyes when he looked at her.

Zhuang Mingyue didn't say anything to him, she just lowered her head quietly. It took more than half an hour just to give medicine to his upper body.

Zhuang Mingyue wrapped him with a bandage to prevent him from being infected by dirty things, "Where are the anti-inflammatory drugs the doctor prescribed for you to take internally?"

Jiang Yushu: "Bedside table."

Zhuang Mingyue tied a nice bow on his waist and smoothed it.

He opened the bedside table and found a bag of medicines inside that were all new and unprescribed. He hadn't taken any medicine for so many days?

Zhuang Mingyue looked at the instructions, cut out the medicine he was going to take, and then poured him a glass of water, which was still warm. "It's your own body that is damaged. No one will feel bad about it. Take the medicine first."

"I can't move, it hurts."

It was rare for Zhuang Mingyue to see his embarrassed and soft temper, and she was a little dazed looking at those eyes. She silently reached out and handed the medicine to his mouth, "Water."

Jiang Yushu swallowed the medicine and took another sip of water. "...Come back, okay?" Those tired and deep eyes couldn't bear to leave, and when he spoke, his voice was a little softer.

Zhuang Mingyue: "..."