After the adopted daughter of a wealthy family was reborn, everyone was cremated

Ye Xiuxiu climbed up by herself, holding herself on the ground, and then went to the place where she was originally going, where An's locker was, without looking back.

Seeing her running away, Liang Qiuyi took out the slippers neatly placed by his feet to vent his anger.

She kicked her open slippers and kicked one of them far away.

"Mom, are you bored?"

An Jing angrily went to pick up the slippers on the ground. After picking up the farthest one, he leaned over to pick up the closer one. Only then did he realize that there were several drops of bright red blood on the ground.

The An family's living room was brightly lit, and the bright lights illuminated the blood dripping on the ground.

An Jing's pupils shrank and he thought he had seen it wrong. When he reached out and took some of it on his hand, he realized that it was really blood.

His face turned pale and he looked up at Liang Qiuyi, who was looking down at him, "Mom, are your feet bleeding?"

Liang Qiuyi also saw the blood on the ground. He was stunned for a moment, then he raised his foot, took off his shoe and looked at the heel. He found that his heel was only a little broken, and there was no blood. He put on slippers and looked at the other one. The skin on the foot, the other foot, and the heel is not broken.

"Don't look at it, it's not mine."

Ye Xiuxiu walked to the locker without saying a word, but listened to the entire conversation between mother and son.

She covered her hands and sneered in her heart, "We are really a family."

If it's not mother's blood, it can only be Aunt Ye's.

An Jing's face was extremely ugly, with worry and guilt intertwined, making it impossible for him to remain completely indifferent.

He held his breath and walked towards Ye Xiuxiu.

"Aunt Ye, where are you injured? Do you want me to ask Uncle Nian to take you to the hospital?"

Ye Xiuxiu chuckled, raised her hand to open the locker in front of her, and took out a medical kit, "No need, I'm not that rich."

As she moved to pick up things, An Jing saw her bloody left index finger. The wound was on the fingertip and bleeding. Half of Ye Xiuxiu's palm and the back of her hand were stained red.

"Aunt Ye, what's wrong with your hand?"

Before Ye Xiuxiu opened her mouth to answer, Liang Qiuyi's contemptuous voice came from behind her, "What else can happen? It's not me who kicked her."

"Mom." An Jing closed his eyes, "Shut up."

In fact, he often feels that his mother's words are hurtful.

Occasionally, he would feel that his mother was being mean when she spoke.

Today is mean.

Ye Xiuxiu took a deep breath, looked at Liang Qiuyi and then An Jing with a pair of red eyes, then silently opened the medical box and took out a box of unsealed band-aids.

Take one out, tear it open and stick it on your left index finger.

An Jing looked on anxiously, "Aunt Ye, are your hands good at cutting vegetables?"

Ye Xiuxiu ignored him and continued to apply the band-aid roughly.

An Jing approached her and helped to find iodine and alcohol in the medical kit. "If there are bacteria, you need to treat the wound with alcohol and iodine before putting a band-aid on it."

He picked up the iodophor inside, opened it, and poured it on the cotton swab. "Aunt Ye, let me help you clean the wound."

Ye Xiuxiu clenched her hands. The Yunnan Baiyao Band-Aid she had just put on was already soaked in blood, and she was trembling faintly.

This wound is definitely not small.

An Jing's scalp was numb, "Aunt Ye, let me clean it up and bandage it for you. It's useless for you to do it this way."

Anjing often exercised and injuries were inevitable, so he learned simple bandaging from Dr. Wu.

Ye Xiuxiu had just held back the tears that had not been shed before she started to burst again.

She stood in front of the locker, her head lowered and her neck stiffened without speaking. Hot tears fell drop by drop on the locker. An Jing's heart began to tremble because of the heat. He opened his mouth with difficulty, "I'm sorry, Aunt Ye. "

Although quietly, the apology finally came out.

Ye Xiuxiu began to sob and cry.

An Jing stood in front of her at a loss with a cotton swab dipped in iodine.

Liang Qiuyi was tired of hearing this, "Shut up, stop crying."

She roared loudly, and Ye Xiuxiu got a breath stuck in her throat, burped, and her tear-stained face turned red.

An Jing shook his arm and threw the cotton swab on the ground.

Then, gritting his teeth, he walked to Liang Qiuyi, took her arm and went upstairs, "Mom, go back to your room and rest."

Liang Qiuyi was not as strong as An Jing, nor as tall as him. In addition, he used 100% of his strength. He was soon dragged upstairs and thrown into her room. Then he slammed the door behind him. .

"An Jing, where are you going? Your hair is still wet!"

Liang Qiuyi's furious voice came from the door, but An Jing just rushed downstairs.

Downstairs, Ye Xiuxiu was crying as she put the medicine box back into the drawer of the locker.

After quickly looking at Ye Xiuxiu's hands that were not being rehandled, he forcefully took the medicine box out of the drawer and placed it on the cabinet. He then pulled Ye Xiuxiu over and gently tore off the band-aid on it.

At first, Ye Xiuxiu struggled, but when she felt An Jing's careful movements, she stopped struggling.

With tears in her eyes, she looked at the young man in front of her who lowered his head and treated her wounds seriously and gently, and said hoarsely, "Master, can you please send me home in old age? I miss my son."

In the villa area where Anjia lives, it is difficult to take a taxi when going out.

It's too late, it's raining outside again.

"Okay." An Jing's hand shook and he replied warmly, "Where is your home? After treating your wounds, I will call him and ask him to take you home."

"My home is next to Chaoyang Market." Ye Xiuxiu answered with choked sobs.

"Okay." An Jing threw away the cotton swab in his hand and took out a cotton ball from the medical kit. "Aunt Ye, I'll wipe the blood on your hand. Please bear with it, it hurts a little."

Ye Xiuxiu's heart felt less unhappy and aggrieved because of An Jing's concern and apology, "I can't bear it."

"Yeah." An Jing's voice was particularly soft because he felt guilty.

With his head lowered, he looks well-behaved.

Her son is also so good.

Ye Xiuxiu laughed while crying, "Oh, I was angry today and accidentally cut my hand when cutting fish. In the past, I would never cut my hand when cutting fish with my eyes closed."

"That's amazing." An Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Ye Xiuxiu was in a better mood.

"What's so awesome about this?" Ye Xiuxiu became excited, and her limbs moved uncontrollably, "Hiss——"

"Don't move." An Jing held Ye Xiuxiu's hand with a little force, "The wound will hurt when it touches it."

"Hey, I can't move." Ye Xiuxiu sniffed again and sighed, "Before I went out to work, I opened a fish stall in Chaoyang Market. I sold and killed fish every day. I cut a lot of fish and closed my eyes. You can kill fish, but cutting some fish meat is really nothing."

An Jing asked silently, "You used to open your own shop."

"Yes."

"Why not do it?"

An Jing actually wanted to ask, why did he become a helper later?

Isn't it better to be a small fish stall owner than to go out to work?

You can earn more than working as a domestic.

"Hey." Ye Xiuxiu sighed, "When I was selling fish, I often had body pain, and I saw many doctors but couldn't find anything good. Then I met an old Chinese medicine doctor. He said that I killed too many fish, and there would be karma. , although fish are animals, they still have ghosts after death, which will haunt me, so I am always in poor health. He also gave me a Tibetan scripture and asked me to read it, saying that it can eliminate karma, and I read it. , I found that killing too many animals was really bad, not only would it lead to a short life, but it would also be bad for my children and grandchildren, so I discussed with my husband to evict the fish stalls and go out to work on my own."