dad?

Jian Yao looked up in disbelief, and sure enough, Huo Jinming was striding over.

Beside her, Huang Shan's eyes widened in disbelief.

Does Xiao Yuchen really have a father?

Isn't he the only mother who is Jian Yao?

Before Huang Shan could open his mouth to ask, Huo Jinming had already walked over and held Jian Yao's hand without saying a word.

The wound on her hand looked scary, the thorns of weeds were deeply pierced into the flesh, and it looked like it was dripping with blood.

There are still some small stones and dust stuck inside the opened flesh.

Huo Jinming didn't make a sound, took the tweezers handed over by Xiao Yuchen, and pulled out the spikes directly.

He struck quickly and with great force, and the flesh near the wound was opened even more.

"hiss--"

The pain of pulling out the spikes was now revealed, and Jian Yao suddenly closed her eyes.

He hits really hard!

"Dad, you hurt Mommy."

Xiao Yuchen pouted dissatisfiedly, "This thorn needs to be pulled out slowly."

Ok?
Huo Jinming didn't pay attention to the noise of his son. He just glanced at her and continued to bandage Jian Yao's wound.

He kept a cold face all the time, Jian Yao didn't speak, and when he wrapped the gauze more tightly, she would frown uncomfortably.

Huang Shan watched from the sidelines, and couldn't bear it any longer, so he strode forward.

"Sir, you can't do this to your wife."

He spoke righteously, and stared at Huo Jinming closely, "Your wife is delicate and tender, you should be gentle."

Oh, so I found a flower protector for myself?
Huo Jinming glanced at Jian Yao amusedly, but his face was still cold, and he pulled her into his arms domineeringly.

Huo Jinming covered her slender waist with a big hand and squeezed it hard.

"How do I treat my woman, do I need you to discipline me?"

Huo Jinming said in a low voice, "Please ask Mr. Huang to go back and take care of his wife!"

Being ridiculed by Huo Jinming like this, Huang Shan's expression changed, and he walked away embarrassedly without saying anything.

He has no face to say it.

Jian Yao never opened her mouth, watching Huangshan go away, she frowned and pressed the gauze in her palm again.

From the outside, he is very strong, but in fact, he is not so strong at all.

"Mummy, your hands are bleeding, sit here and rest first."

Xiao Yuchen said worriedly, "My father and I will just fix these grills."

When they came to camp, they brought barbecue racks and ingredients as recommended by the school. The school also provided various condiments. Of course, if they wanted to eat school ingredients, they would have to pay extra.

When we were on the bus just now, Jian Yao and Xiao Yuchen went to buy the simple packaged meat and ingredients sold by the school, just to eat at this time.

The wire shelf hadn't been set up yet, and the charcoal fire was piled up beside it. If Jian Yao didn't do it, Xiao Yuchen would have nothing to eat.

Jian Yao frowned, but still stepped forward and took the shelf in her hand.

It's hard to go out with the child for a trip. Camping and barbecue are very important items, and she doesn't want Xiao Yuchen to lack this kind of fun.

Pain came from the wound on her hand, before Jian Yao could put her hand down, the wire shelf was taken away.

"Go to the side."

Huo Jinming ordered coldly, and squatted down alone to set up the shelf.

He was a man who didn't use much hands.

No matter when and where you see him, he keeps clean and tidy, and doesn't relax at all.

But now, he was able to make the wire shelf with his own hands.

Jian Yao gently closed her eyes.

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