Chapter 12

Nie Xiangsi looks at Zhang Hui anxiously and hurriedly to get the medicine box. From the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of someone's gloomy side face and swallows his throat secretly.

Let Nie Xiangsi sit on the sofa, Zhan tingshen looks back at Zhang Hui.

Zhang Hui quickly came over with the medicine box.

Open the medicine box and pass it to Zhan tingshen.

Zhan tingshen takes out the cotton swab from it and presses the soft cotton ball on the injured and bleeding pulp of Acacia.

Nie Xiangsi looks at Zhang Hui. Zhang Hui also looks at her. They both dare not go out.

Although it's just a small wound.

But in the depth of the war court, the treatment was very meticulous. After cleaning and disinfecting, the ointment was put on, and then the band aid was put on.

When everything is ready, Zhang Hui puts the cotton swab he took out of the medicine box back into the medicine box and leaves the living room with the medicine box.

Zhang Hui goes away, Nie Xiangsi moves his mouth, looks at Zhan tingshen, still dark and handsome, and whispers, "third uncle, I'm ok."

"Don't go into the kitchen in the future!" Zhan tingshen stares at her seriously and says in a cold voice.

"..." Nie Xiangsi said, "I want to make soup for you."

"Soup mixed with your blood?" Zhan tingshen, hum.

This is embarrassing!

Nie Xiangsi's voice became smaller and smaller. "I did it for the first time. I did it several times. No, it's not like that."

Zhan tingshen frowned, cold thin lips dignified pursed straight, so silent staring at Nie Xiangsi.

Staring at the cold hair of Nie Xiangsi's back neck, he stood up and said, "I can't go into the kitchen."

Nie Xiangsi is most afraid of when he doesn't speak and stares at her coldly.

He wants to drink her a few words, stare her two eyes, she can still accept a bit.

Hearing her saying this, Zhan Ting's deep and strained face eased slightly. His thin lips loosened. He looked at her fingers wrapped with bandages and said, "does it hurt?"

Nie Xiangsi shakes his head quickly, dare not hurt!

Zhan Ting took a deep look at her and pursed her lips.

……

In the restaurant, Zhang Hui serves the soup that Nie Xiangsi originally wanted to cook for Zhan tingshen.

Zhan tingshen swept his eyes, and his handsome face twitched slightly.

What this little girl is going to cook for him is... Oyster, sea cucumber and abalone soup?

Isn't it stewed in the Northeast?

And, Dabu!

Nie Xiangsi is young and doesn't understand. The reason why she stews like this is that she simply thinks these are more expensive and nutritious, and she can see her sincerity.

But Nie Xiangsi does not understand, Zhang Hui and Zhan tingshen do.

When Zhang Hui put the soup on the table, she specially looked at Zhan tingshen.

However, Zhan tingshen's face was always expressionless, so Zhang Hui didn't see anything unusual. He hooked his lips and turned to leave the restaurant.

Zhang Huiyi left.

Nie Xiangsi seized the time to be gallant, got up, took a small bowl and scooped out a bowl of soup for Zhan tingshen, "third uncle, although this soup is not stewed by me in the end, the ingredients inside are washed by me. I stewed it for you for the first time, so you must drink more."

Zhan tingshen's expression is very obscure, and he is calm when he reaches for the soup bowl handed over by Nie Xiangsi.

Nie Xiangsi watched him take over and sat back on the seat with a smile, looking forward to Zhan tingshen with a pair of clear eyes.

Zhan tingshen's eyebrows shrugged and took a drink.

When he was ready to put down the soup bowl, he saw that Nie Xiangsi was still looking at him.

Zhan tingshen twisted his brows. He was not willing to let her down. He looked up and drank a bowl of soup clean.

When Nie Xiangsi saw this, he picked up chopsticks to eat with satisfaction.

Zhan tingshen opened his thin lips lightly and let out a sigh of relief.

It's late at night.

"Third uncle, third uncle..."

The soft, greasy and trembling voice swept into Zhan tingshen's ears, like a fire, straight into his heart.

Zhan tingshen more forcefully sealed jiaojiaorou lying in his body of the woman's small mouth, in-depth capture.

"Well..."

Zhan tingshen pinched her soft waist, "think, give me..."

"Third uncle, ah..."

Zhan tingshen didn't wait for her to finish, so he picked up her waist from behind and rushed in.

A whole night of wanton, happy dripping.

The early morning sunlight sprinkles from the window crevice, Zhan tingshen suddenly opened the cold deep cold eye, he subconsciously looked at the bedside, empty.

It means that last night was just a dream.

Tightening his eyebrows, Zhan tingshen lifted his quilt and sat up.

Sharp eyes in swept the sticky wet on the pajamas, suddenly sink down.

……

Zhan tingshen took a shower in the bathroom and went to the cloakroom to change clothes.

When he came out from the cloakroom with his shirt buttoned, he saw Nie Xiangsi sitting on his bed in a pure white school uniform.

The deep cold eyes of the war court passed by a touch of softness.

"Third uncle." Nie Xiangsi looks at Zhan tingshen and smiles.

"Yes." Zhan tingshen waved to her.

Nie Xiangsi got up and walked towards him, holding his arm in both hands.

Zhan Ting touched her head deeply, "don't you have to go to school today? How do you wear school uniform? "

Today is the day for Nie Xiangsi's class to go for an autumn outing. If Nie Xiangsi doesn't go for an autumn outing, he won't have to go to school.

Nie Xiangsi's long eyelashes flashed suddenly. After calming down slightly, she looked at him and said quickly, "the head teacher said that if you don't go to the autumn outing, you have to go to school for self-study."

"Well." Zhan tingshen nodded.

Just "um"?