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"Huh?" She had to face him alone? Mother Lin was too disloyal.

"You are a child, and the Young Master has always doted on you. Go coax him and make him happy." Mother Lin said as she took the plate, taking advantage of her old age.

"My mouth is stupid, I won't coax others." He spoke with a depressed tone.

"It's nothing. He's just a little kid, so he doesn't need to worry about anything. I just want to casually tell him a few stories to ease his boredom." Mother Li said with a smile.

After being together for so long, they had all treated Han Sifeng like his daughter, a child after all.

"What happened to him?" After cooking the fish soup, he raised his head and asked, "Were we forced to get married again?"

"Who dares to force a marriage for him now?" Mother Lin's lips curled up into a smile, her tone was full of undisguised pride and pride, "He has already let the person who forced the marriage see what would happen to it. This child has always had a rather high personality. Those who dare to go against him, will definitely meet a bad end. "I watched him grow up and understood his personality even better than Master. Back then, when he was only eight, he already helped Master solve a difficult problem in the mall. When he was thirteen, that was even more incredible, to be able to deal with the crisis in the mall …"

Hearing that his mother was about to start talking about Ouyang Yu's heroic deeds, his mother hastily pushed Zhuo Nianfeng away and said, "Feng, go out and get hot water for young master."

"I... "I think it's better if I cook …" Zhuo Nianfeng would rather listen to what his mother told him about ten thousand times than pour out a cup of tea right now.

"Feng, the young master might be unhappy because you came back late. If you don't go get some tea, who will you send water to?" As Mother Lin said this, she pushed Zhuo Yanfeng away.

Zhuo Yanfeng had been sold by two old women.

She was neither Zhan Zhao nor Sun Te, unable to fight nor write. Facing the dark faced Mr Bao, she was at a loss.

Ouyang Yu's face was gloomy as he read the newspaper, as if he couldn't see Zhuo Yanfeng.

He rarely stayed silent, and he rarely read the newspapers with an expressionless face.

Zhuo Yanfeng circled around him a few times, adding two cups of tea, but he still didn't say a word.

At this moment, Ouyang Yu seemed to be in a vexed mood like Han Muyun.

Zhuo Nianfeng thought to himself and carefully looked at him, then immediately overturned his thoughts. How could he be like that unreasonable Han Muyun? He was much more mature than Han Muyun.

"Cough, Ouyang …" Master, would you like to have a dessert first? " Zhuo Yanfeng raised his head and looked at the upright Du Yuan by the door. The hand behind his back lightly waved at her.

Even though Du Yuan's expression was cold, facing Zhuo Yanfeng every day, he could only compromise under her attacks and bring her around to do sit-ups and teach her how to equip herself to pass the boring time.

As such, when he saw that she was circling around Ouyang in confusion, he felt anxious for her sake.

"No need." Ouyang Yu finally spoke. His beautifully shaped red lips gently parted, revealing two words.

"Uh, alright then." Zhuo Yanfeng moved closer to Du Yuan, a little helpless. He lightly touched Du Yuan's arm and asked in a small voice, "What's wrong with him?"

Suddenly, there was a squeaking sound from behind him. The sharp sound made Du Yuan turn around immediately, moving quickly to Ouyang Yu's side.

"Ya, don't move, shards of porcelain." Zhuo Yanfeng's sharp eyes caught sight of a piece of porcelain beneath Ouyang Yu's feet and he hurried over. Squatting down, he picked up the broken piece of porcelain. "Such a good Qian Long official kiln …"

Ouyang Yu suddenly lifted his foot and kicked away the porcelain piece in the girl's hand. With a sullen expression, he said, "It's only porcelain and it hurts so much. There's something more that's broken, why don't you care?"

"Huh?" Zhuo Yanfeng raised his head and looked at him in surprise. For a moment, he didn't understand what he had said.

"Zhuo Yanfeng, you …" Ouyang Yu suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if trying his best to calm his anger.

"Young Master," Du Yuan, who had always been looking coldly at Zhuo Yanfeng, stood beside him at this moment and said lightly, "Calm down."

"Hmm, this broken piece of porcelain all over the ground. No matter who it was that was cut, I'll have him bandage it. How annoying!"

"Damn it!" Ouyang Yu loosened his grip on Zhuo Yanfeng's wrist and fiercely punched him on the sofa. He suddenly stood up and walked upstairs. "Du Yuan, come up here."

He didn't know what was going on with him.

Du Yuan glanced at Zhuo Xinfeng and walked upstairs. His tone was still as cold as ever. "My fingers are bleeding. Go stop the bleeding."

Zhuo Yanfeng lowered his head and sure enough, his fingers were cut by the sharp porcelain, and dark red blood dripped from the gaps of his fingers.

It was all because of what he had just done …

Aiya, why do I feel a little dizzy now?

Zhuo Yanfeng rubbed his forehead and hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe the blood off. He threw the broken porcelain into the trash and also ran upstairs to look for a Band-Aid.

The wound was not very big, nor was it deep, but the blood kept flowing out. Zhuo Yanfeng held the Band-Aid in his hand and stared blankly at the bleeding finger, as if a handsome young man had appeared in front of him. Anger was written all over his face as he sucked her injured finger into his mouth.

Blood trickled down his fingers.

It was very strange. Sometimes, although the injury was not deep, it would result in a lot of blood being lost. At other times, not a single drop of blood could be seen as the wound penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

— Hurry up and cook for me! Are you an idiot? Cutting vegetables at this size would even hurt his finger!

There's no next time. If I see another injury, I won't be able to enter the kitchen for the rest of my life. I'll starve you to death!

In his somewhat blurry vision, a furious voice of the handsome youth seemed to come. It was as if he could once again see how rough and gentle he was as he helped to bandage her wound.

"There's a lot of blood, but it's a good thing the wound isn't deep." A gentle voice came from above.

"Xiao Yun... "I'll be careful in the future …" Zhuo Yanfeng muttered as he looked at the slightly feminine and charming man in front of him.

The man before her frowned slightly. After being silent for a while, he finally said, "It was my mistake just now. I'll control my temper in the future. Let's go eat."

As Ouyang Yu's voice faded, the air turned silent once more.

Zhuo Yanfeng pulled out the hand he was holding and rubbed his eyes. He wanted to smile, but he didn't know why he was crying.

Ever since he left Han Muyun, his heart was as calm as water and he rarely shed tears for no reason.

But this time, Zhuo Yanfeng actually faced Ouyang Yu and couldn't stop himself from tearing up.

It was unknown whether it was because she was about to see Han Muyun again, or because the boy's tears caused her to feel deep pain.

Or perhaps this blood … It reminded her too much of the past.

"Does it hurt?" Ouyang Yu half knelt down. Seeing the pain and longing in her eyes, he felt pain in his heart.

The more he liked her, the more he couldn't let go of her. He would even lose control of himself because of her every move, and he would be furious because of what she was thinking …

This was no longer the Ouyang Yu who wanted to control everything.

"I... "I really miss him …"

Zhuo Yanfeng let out a cry and said, "Sorry, I've always been thinking about him. Wuu …" "It's impossible to forget …

Ouyang Yu sighed softly, a trace of comfort and loss mixed in his brows. He reached out to wipe the tears off Zhuo Nianfeng's face and said lovingly, "You finally said those words to me. Finally …" Completely open your heart in front of me. "

This was the ultimate confession.

His heart was soaked in her tears, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

Zhuo Yanfeng couldn't help but to sob. Looking at his face, he really wanted to find someone to lean on, but his body was stiff as it maintained a distance from him.

"You're about to meet him. Don't worry, you'll definitely perform very well." Ouyang Yu felt her body stiffen, but he didn't do anything. He only brushed her short hair and said gently, "You'll be fine after crying for a bit. You've suppressed yourself for too long, that's why I'm worried."

"Ouyang Yu …" Although Zhuo Nianfeng used to be a crybaby, he had always cried in front of Han Muyun. Now that he saw Han Muyun's appearance, he must have been in a very sorry state.

"I'm here." A soft handkerchief appeared in Ouyang Yu's hand as he wiped away her tears. His red lips curled up slightly. "You won't be lonely if I stay here."

The last bit of defense in his heart was about to collapse in front of his gentleness. Zhuo Yanfeng felt an almost painful feeling towards him.

Why was he so good to her? Was it really not because he had a purpose, or was it because he wanted to make up for it?

Zhuo Yanfeng wiped his tears in a fluster and forced a smile, "Sorry, I'm a little …"

"I know, recently you've been busy with exams and now you have to compete, so your emotions aren't stable. Besides, I was a bit out of control earlier. You were also frightened by me." Ouyang Yu said with great care, "Moreover, I've injured you. After losing so much blood, I don't know when I'll be able to recover."

Seeing Zhuo Yanfeng hold back his tears and calm down, Ouyang Yu continued, "Have Mother Li make some blood soup tonight, drink more."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Zhuo Yanfeng lowered his head and asked. Without waiting for a reply, he said to himself, "I don't know how to repay you. I owe you a lifetime of kindness."

He suddenly felt that it would be great if this was a conspiracy.

At the very least, she wouldn't feel any guilt towards Ouyang Yu.

When she left, there would be no worries.

"I want you to owe me so that you can use your whole life to slowly pay me back." Ouyang Yu burst out laughing. His face was breathtakingly beautiful, but there was an unshakeable loneliness in the corners of his eyes. "Men are all very bad. Do you think I would waste my energy on a little girl for no reason? Fool, there must be a purpose for you. "

"Purpose?" Zhuo Yanfeng really hoped that he had a purpose.

"If there's no purpose, then it must be because he likes it." Ouyang Yuxin's smile was exceptionally proud, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. "However, it's not just because I like it. Ouyang Yu never suffers a loss when he does things. No matter what he does, he gets a lot of rewards. "I put out usury loans, so, you can decide. These feelings, interest, interest, are something that you will never be able to repay in your entire life."