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After dinner, Yan Wujing proposed to cut fruit for An Xiaojing, and An Xiaojing sat on the sofa and nodded.

"I want to eat mangoes and strawberries, and I can also have some apples."

An Xiaojing leaned against the back of the sofa, resting his elbows on the handle to prop up his chin. With his other hand, he was pressing the remote control, constantly selecting TV programs.

When Yan Wujing went to the kitchen to cut fruit, An Xiaojing lay on his side directly on the sofa, probably because he didn't have a boyfriend to supervise him, so he could do whatever he wanted.

A few minutes later, when An Xiaojing heard Yan Wujing's footsteps, he immediately sat up straight, for fear that Yan Wujing would think that he was not sitting properly.

Yan Wujing walked to An Xiaojing's side with the fruit in his hand, and he showed a sad expression as soon as he put down the fruit.

"Xiao Jing, do you not like me?"

"Ah? Why do you ask that?" An Xiaojing was a little puzzled. Yan Wujing was just cutting a piece of fruit, how could he be so worried about gain and loss?

"I like you, no matter what you look like, I like you, even if it's not the glamorous side of the idol, even if it's sloppy, I don't mind, but you don't seem to like to show the real you in front of me, because Don't you like me?"

An Xiaojing looked up at the ceiling, thinking, could it be because of his actions just now that Yan Wujing was suspicious?

An Xiaojing looked at Yan Wujing with sincere eyes, and said, "Of course I like you, but I just don't want you to despise me. After all, we are now in the period of passionate love. I'm afraid that you will see the side of me that is not so idol, why do you dislike me?" manage?"

Yan Wujing didn't speak, he stretched out his hand and forked a piece of apple to An Xiaojing's mouth, "Xiaojing, eat a piece of apple first, I just cut it up, try it if it's delicious."

An Xiaojing didn't open his mouth immediately, but noticed Yan Wujing's bleeding fingers.

Yan Wujing's index finger was bleeding non-stop at this time, An Xiaojing grabbed his wrist and asked, "What's the matter? Why didn't you say you were injured? The wound looks deep."

"It's okay, it's just a small injury."

"How can this be considered a minor injury? Look at the edge of the knife, how did you cut the fruit? Don't pay attention to it."

Yan Wujing showed aggrieved eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm too stupid, I can't even cut some fruit for you."

"Oh, I didn't blame you, I just feel sorry for you." An Xiaojing subconsciously slowed down his voice, fearing that Yan Wujing would misunderstand that he was angry by shouting loudly, so he asked again in a gentle voice: "Where is the medicine kit? I'll help you clean up the wound first, and bandage it by the way, so it won't leak pus then."

As soon as the words fell, the butler appeared beside Yan Wujing with a medicine box.

"Yan Shao, Mr. An, this is the medicine box. I was packing up my things just now. I didn't expect to hear that Yan Shao was injured, so I immediately brought you the medicine box."

An Xiaojing took the medicine box and didn't think much about it.Then, he used water to disinfect the wound for Yan Wujing, and bandaged it with a bandage.

"Okay, doesn't it hurt?"

Yan Wujing nodded, "It doesn't hurt."

Yan Wujing glanced at the butler beside him with cold eyes, and the butler immediately understood. He picked up the medicine box and said to An Xiaojing: "Since Young Master Yan's wound has been bandaged, I won't bother you two. I still have work to do, good night."

The butler returned to the utility room with the medicine box.At this time, a maid asked the housekeeper curiously: "Uncle Liu, I accidentally saw Yan Shao scratching his finger with a fruit knife in the kitchen just now. What is he going to do?"

The butler glanced at the maid, and warned: "You are not in charge of what Young Master Yan is going to do. You have to remember that you are working here, not the master of this family, and have no right to control the master's thoughts."

"I'm just curious. I don't understand. Well, why did Young Master Yan cut his finger with a fruit knife? Doesn't it hurt? It's strange."

"Put away your curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat. Don't look at Yan Shao who is easy to talk about now. It's because Mr. An is in this house. If Mr. An doesn't live here, you have to go to Africa for compensation."

The maid was taken aback by the butler's words, she quickly waved her hand, "Okay...Okay, I won't talk too much next time."