Substitute unspoken rules

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Xin Shangzhi's grandfather didn't calm down, and swept away all the things on the coffee table with his crutches. One of them lost his footing and almost fell down.

Xin Shangzhi didn't care to hit his waist at the corner of the table, and rushed over in a hurry, "Grandpa!"

Taking advantage of Song Yike's strength to support him, the old man stroked his chest with his hands and let out a sigh of relief. Xin Shangzhi hurriedly came over to support him and advised him not to be angry,

"Grandpa, don't be angry, you can beat me and scold me, don't make fun of your body..."

The old man was not polite, picked up his crutches and hit Xin Shangzhi on the forehead with a stick.

Xin Shangzhi didn't dodge this time, he didn't even raise his arm to block it, he directly responded to the stick.

Song Yi could see that everyone was about to fall down, and the old man kept lecturing: "Didn't I teach enough lessons this morning? It's really worrying, I'll give up if one or two are mad at me!"

Xin Shangzhi pursed his lips and continued, "Grandpa, don't mention this matter today. I'll explain it to you later."

The old man got even more angry, and knocked on the floor with his crutches, staring and saying: "I don't care, I don't care anymore, are you waiting for this brat to be a demon again?"

Xin Shangzhi's complexion was getting worse and worse, and Song Yi could help the trembling old man in a daze.

Song Yike was an outsider from the beginning to the end, even if he felt sorry for Xin Shangzhi, he didn't dare to go forward to stop him.

And his intuition told him that the old man's anger was mostly because he appeared in the villa.

The air pressure was terribly low. Song Yike didn't realize how abnormal Xin Shangzhi was until the clothes on the back of Xin Shangzhi's neck were soaked in blood. Xin Shangzhi.

Xin Shangzhi shook his head at Song Yike, as if signaling him not to go over.

The old man was angry, and still felt sorry for his grandson, but he still said stubbornly: "Why don't you hide! I'm going to be so angry, no one, big or small, can worry!"

"Old Wu, hurry up and call the family doctor!"

Xin Shangzhi twitched the corners of his mouth, and slowly sat down on the sofa.

Seeing that the man was bleeding from the beating, the old man became angry again. This time, he was no longer angry with Xin Shangzhi, but turned to Song Yike who was behind him.

The old man glared at Song Yike angrily and said: "Stinky boy, anyway, I was nice to you before, why...you can't let him go, you...you are just...unreasonable!"

Song Yike was confused by the inexplicable accusations. The old man pointed his finger at his nose and wanted to continue scolding, but Xin Shangzhi propped up his tired body from the sofa to stop him.

Xin Shangzhi helped the old man to sit down, and explained: "Grandpa, it's not what you think, don't mention what happened back then......"

The old man snapped, "Shut up!" He raised his hand angrily and shook off Xin Shangzhi's hand.

With this flick, Xin Shangzhi fell straight backwards. Song Yike was still sorting out the confusing information he heard from other people in his head, and everything made his heart ache.

It wasn't until Xin Shangzhi fell backwards as if he had lost consciousness that he rushed up and hugged Xin Shangzhi.

The old man was also in a hurry, and he scolded the housekeeper for being slow, and couldn't even invite a doctor.

Song Yike's head was in a mess, but he quickly found the medicine box to stop the bleeding on Xin Shangzhi's head.

The wound was not big, but a bit deep. He didn't know that a blunt instrument like a cane could inflict such a deep wound, until he saw the protruding tip on the front side of the cane the old man was using.

Song Yi couldn't help but began to wonder if Xin Shangzhi was the grandson of the old man, and he dared to say hello to such a deadly thing.

Xin Shang's fever is already a little blurred, Song Yike wants to take out his mobile phone and call an ambulance, now it is impossible to take antipyretics to reduce the fever in this situation, and the wound on his body is still not healed, and there is a new wound on his head .

Song Yike managed to stop the bleeding for Xin Shangzhi with trembling hands. The housekeeper and the family doctor hadn't arrived yet. Song Yike took a thermometer to take Xin Shangzhi's temperature and found that the temperature had reached [-] degrees.

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone and wanted to call an ambulance, but the old man who hadn't spoken to him suddenly snorted coldly: "Don't worry, I won't die!"

"Hmph, you are still here hypocritically loving him, if you really loved him, you wouldn't be so decisive back then!

Let me tell you, no matter how rare he is about you, as long as I'm still alive, don't even think about me, hum! "

Song Yike's heart was lingering again, and he didn't know whether he should answer the conversation now, but he still said in a loud voice: "Grandpa, Xin Shangzhi has a fever of [-] degrees, and there are other injuries on his body, no matter what the reason is The reason is such a big anger, I hope to send him to the hospital first!"

Song Yi didn't know what to say to convince the old man, so he had to speak politely and sincerely.

But the old man didn't seem to hear the point at all, and he still said angrily: "Don't call me grandpa, I'm not your grandpa! Hmph!"

Song Yi didn't know what to do next, when the butler came in panting with the family doctor.

Song Yike hurriedly gave way to the doctor to see Xin Shangzhi's situation. He felt that no matter what happened, the doctor had already arrived, and he shouldn't stay here. When he got up and wanted to leave, Xin Shangzhi held his hand tightly.

Xin Shangzhi was so burned that he was dizzy, but he held onto Song Yike's hand and yelled vaguely: "Don't go, don't go..."

Xin Shangzhi's grandfather stood aside, blew his beard and stared angrily, and cursed: "You useless thing!"

Song Yike was in a difficult situation, hesitating whether to break Xin Shangzhi's hand, but at this moment he heard the old man say viciously: "Wait!

Take care of me!If there is any problem, you will be ruined!snort! "

After finishing speaking, the old man ignored Song Yike and went to ask the doctor about the situation angrily.

The doctor truthfully explained: "Master, don't worry, I will give the young master an antipyretic injection first!"

"Hmph, can you still burn him to death!"

The old man was stubborn, but his face was full of anxiety and worry. He also stared at the doctor's hand handling Xin Shang's wound, for fear that he might make a mistake.

The old man looked down at the wound on Xin Shangzhi's head, and muttered: "Hmph, brat, I don't know how to hide for a while, I'm so mad, I usually hide very quickly, how do I know what's wrong with him today!"

The doctor administered antipyretics to Xin, bandaged the wound on his head, and then turned to persuade the old man: "Don't worry, master, young man, the skin injury is nothing serious!"

"I'll prescribe some more medicine, let the young master wake up and take some, the young man should recover quickly!"

The old man was not happy to listen this time, and said angrily: "Young people have a fart, and it must be made of meat!"

The doctor smiled and replied: "Perhaps the master can take it easy next time and be gentle!"

The old man stopped answering and sat down on the sofa beside him.

The doctor was about to pack the medicine box, Song Yike asked in a low voice, "Can I see the injuries on his abdomen and back?"

After finishing speaking, Song Yike lifted the hem of Xin Shangzhi's clothes, which was fine, but once he lifted it, the whole hall was silent for more than ten seconds.

Finally, the doctor frowned and asked, "How did this injury come about?"