I, the female supporting role, play three male supporting roles at the same time

Duan Chengfang washed his face carefully and prepared to apply medicine on his face.

Di Hanxin was reluctant to use force, but Feng Diandian's hand was strong enough. Not only that, Feng Diandian's long nails also scratched Duan Chengfang's face.

Fortunately, my father didn’t find out, otherwise it would have been troublesome if he had asked about it.

Just when Duan Chengfang was worrying about how to cover up the two slap marks tomorrow, the door of the room creaked open.

Duan Chengfang thought that it was Duan Jizhi who wanted to talk to him, but when he turned around, he didn't expect that the person who came was Duan Hongji!

Duan Hongji looked tired. When he saw his face, he didn't show much surprise. Instead, he asked, "Have you applied the medicine?"

Did father find out?

Duan Chengfang's heart tightened, and he subconsciously said, "No need to go."

When he saw the medicine bottle in Duan Hongji's hand, Duan Chengfang was stunned, and quickly changed his words: "It's not that I don't need to use it... Not yet. Dad, can you bring me the medicine?"

Duan Hongji sighed and said, "I'm not here to deliver medicine to you, I'm here to apply medicine to you."

Duan Chengfang was stunned.

Duan Hongji pulled his silly son and pushed him to sit on the chair.

Duan Chengfang stared at Duan Hongji, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

Duan Hongji didn't notice Duan Chengfang's eyes, but just unscrewed the bottle of ointment he brought.

The ointment is in a bottle, the bottle is a cold silver-gray color, and it is impossible to tell what material it is made of.

There is no drug name or label on the bottle or the bottle cap. It looks like a three-no product from nowhere, which is very suspicious.

What's even more suspicious is that after unscrewing the bottle cap, this small bottle suddenly burst out with an extremely strong aroma!

Duan Chengfang couldn't describe what kind of fragrance it was. He had smelled countless perfumes and floral scents in his life, but he had never smelled such a peculiar scent.

It smells like... the Milky Way.

Duan Chengfang laughed at his own weird associations, and the smile immediately affected the wound on his face, so Duan Chengfang quickly pulled the corner of his mouth back.

Duan Hongji took out a small silver spoon, scooped out a spoonful of milky ointment from the bottle, dipped a cotton swab in the ointment, and applied it evenly on Duan Chengfang's face.

Duan Hongji's movements were very gentle, and a cool and slightly numb feeling came from his face, as if someone had applied a thin layer of ice on Duan Chengfang's face.

Well, although it is a three-no product, it is still quite useful.

Duan Chengfang lowered his eyes, not daring to look at his father who was standing in front of him applying medicine on him.

This feeling is very strange.

Duan Hongji had never been like this to his three sons... or to be more precise, to Duan Chengfang.

The three brothers of the Duan family have been injured before.

The eldest brother is the heir, and his father is quite strict with him. At least in Duan Chengfang's memory, he has never heard Duan Hongji praise Duan Jizhi.

At the request of his father, the eldest brother practiced Sanda and fighting and suffered many injuries. Whenever this happened, Duan Hongji would just say something like "You are not good enough, keep working hard."

As for the third brother, Duan Ye, Duan Hongji was completely indulgent towards him.

Not long after Duan Ye was born, Duan Hongji suffered the pain of losing his wife, and not long after that, he entered a period of career growth.

During that time, the three sons of the Duan family were basically left alone, as long as they didn't starve to death. The eldest and second sons were burdensome children, and the newly born third son, Duan Ye, was just a little animal that could only cry for food and water in the eyes of Duan Hongji.

Duan Ye grew up like this, causing trouble from childhood to adulthood. Duan Hongji's solution was also very simple: spend money.

When you are a little rich, you spend small amounts of money; when you are very rich, you spend big amounts of money. For a long time, the only time Duan Hongji was not stingy was when he paid compensation for Duan Ye.

Duan Ye was brave and aggressive, so he often had wounds on his body. Duan Hongji would occasionally frown when he saw these wounds, and said angrily: "Why don't you learn your lesson?" Then he gave Duan Ye some money and told him to go buy medicine.

As for Duan Chengfang himself...

Duan Chengfang has a gentle temperament and is best at smoothing things over. He rarely offends anyone and has little chance of getting hurt.

Duan Chengfang also didn't like fighting or those rough sports. Duan Hongji didn't have any requirements on him in this regard, so he was happy and comfortable.

The rare time he was injured was when Duan Ye got into a fight with someone. Duan Chengfang happened to be passing by and when he tried to stop the fight, he was punched by Duan Ye, leaving a large bruise on his cheekbone.

Duan Ye and Duan Chengfang were both injured that day. The two brothers returned home in shame. They wanted to hide from Duan Hongji, but they were caught by Duan Hongji.

Duan Hongji was as exhausted as ever. When he saw the wound on Duan Ye's face, he tore off a check as usual and told Duan Ye to go and pay compensation to the person he had beaten, and then heal his own wounds.

Then, Duan Hongji's gaze swept over Duan Chengfang.

Duan Chengfang had always been a good kid since he was little, and had never been scolded by his father. This was the first time he came home injured like this.

Duan Chengfang couldn't explain clearly what he was feeling at that moment.

Nervous? Fearful? Maybe even a hint of secret anticipation.

He was ready to be scolded along with Duan Ye, and even thought that his father was very busy and he must not talk back to him.

However, however.

Duan Hongji's gaze swept across Duan Chengfang, without even pausing for a second on his face, and he instructed: "Keep an eye on your brother and take him to pay the money." Then he hurried out.

From beginning to end, there was not a word of blame, not a single unnecessary glance, and Duan Hongji didn't even notice that Duan Chengfang was injured.

After Duan Hongji left, Duan Ye stuck out his tongue and said jealously, "Why? Second brother! The old man only scolds me and not you! Your mind is almost crooked to the sky!"

Duan Chengfang glanced at his younger brother.

Duan Ye said alertly: "What are you looking at? You want to force me to pay the money? Impossible! This time the other party is at fault first!"

Duan Chengfang looked at his brother, looked at that young face, and suddenly smiled.

Duan Cheng laughed loudly, put his arm around Duan Ye's neck, and said arrogantly: "You are now in my hands, don't you want to apologize to me? Then please me well..."

"You think beautiful!"

The two brothers played and fought, pushed and shoved each other as they left, leaving two long shadows in the setting sun.

Struggling out of his memories, Duan Chengfang raised his eyes and looked at his father's face, which was so close to him. His features were strong, his facial features were deep, and when he lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes looked like two small fans.

Duan Hongji's expression was very focused. The cotton swab was very small and it took quite a while to roll it across half of his face, but there was no sign of impatience on his face.

For some unknown reason, Duan Chengfang suddenly felt that his father was very strange at this moment.

The rich aroma made Duan Chengfang feel upset and made him feel that he had to say something now.

Duan Chengfang opened his mouth and said, "Dad?"

"Yeah. What's wrong?" Duan Hongji moved without any pause.

Duan Chengfang's mind went blank for a moment. Before he realized what he had said, he had already opened his mouth and asked, "Is it really you?"