Li Shao's little cute wife

Shen Xiaoxiao slapped Lu Shaohuai on the shoulder coquettishly, "What are you talking about?"

Zheng Chuyang also said perfunctorily, "Don't talk nonsense."

Lu Shaohuai glanced at Zheng Chuyang with contempt, and then said to Shen Xiaoxiao: "Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of him."

Shen Xiaoxiao said: "Then I'm leaving, call me if you need anything."

"I'll see you off." Lu Shaohuai followed her out.

After seeing off Shen Xiaoxiao, he came back soon, saw Zheng Chuyang lying on the sofa leisurely, and asked, "Does the wound hurt?"

"It hurts." Zheng Chuyang said, touched it with his hand, but said with a smile: "However, thinking of Xiaoxiao's concern and nervousness for me, the pain has been offset."

Sitting opposite him, Lu Shaohuai picked up the medicine on the coffee table, looked at it, and said, "Your injury is not serious, you haven't broken any limbs, and you can take care of yourself."

"What do you mean?" Zheng Chuyang asked amusedly: "I haven't broken my limbs, so you don't plan to take care of me?"

Lu Shaohuai threw the medicine box back on the tea table, leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said, "You're right, I really don't want to take care of you."

Zheng Chuyang didn't care either, and said, "I don't have to take care of anything. If you have something to do, you can do it."

Lu Shaohuai looked at him jokingly, and asked, "Are you sad? Do you feel very uncomfortable and feel that you have paid by mistake?"

"Get out!" Zheng Chuyang threw the pillow under his head.

Lu Shaohuai held a pillow in his arms and said, "This is to create conditions for you, buddy!"

"What condition?" He asked squinting.

Lu Shaohuai said: "Chu Yang, God is helping you now. You were hurt because of Xiaoxiao's matter. She felt very sorry and distressed. Why am I taking care of you here? I have to let her come, you lonely man Widows, we are in the same room, and reconciliation is not just around the corner."

After Zheng Chuyang heard this, his eyes lit up, and he sat up from the sofa all of a sudden, "Then can she come? Then I can take care of myself, so it's useless for her to come."

Lu Shaohuai looked at him with caring eyes for the mentally retarded, and said speechlessly, "Chu Yang, can't you use your brain? Just because you can take care of yourself now doesn't mean you can take care of yourself tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he got up and went to the kitchen again, and said as he walked, "I was about to cook noodles just now, but you interrupted me when you came back. I'll cook the noodles first. Do you want to eat?"

"Bring me a copy." Zheng Chuyang was thoughtful, thinking about how to make himself "not able to take care of himself".

Suddenly, Lu Shaohuai called him from the kitchen, "Come here!"

"What's wrong?" Zheng Chuyang asked, getting up and going to the kitchen.

Lu Shaohuai stood in front of the stove, looking down at the boiling water in the milk pot above, gurgling and steaming.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Chuyang stood aside and asked.

Lu Shaohuai looked at him, grabbed his hands with both hands, and said: "Brother, I'm sorry, hold on!" At the same time, his hands were firmly attached to the sides of the milk pot.

"Ah—" Zheng Chuyang groaned from being burned, and broke free.

The whole palm was fiery red, and it hurt at first glance.

"Is this the way you want?" Zheng Chuyang immediately turned on the faucet, wanting to cool it down.

Lu Shaohuai turned off the tap again, "What are you doing? You want to take care of yourself?"

Zheng Chuyang was taken aback. Turning on the faucet just now was purely an instinctive reaction, but now he has reacted after such a reminder.

He spread his hands—there were blisters on some of his fingers at this time, and asked, "Then what should we do now?"

Lu Shaohuai said: "I'm leaving now. When I go out to call Xiaoxiao, I will say that something happened suddenly at my house and I have to go back and let her come over. You will pretend to be pitiful in front of her when the time comes, understand?"

"Okay." Zheng Chuyang said with a guilty conscience: "Why does it feel like I'm lying to her, isn't that bad?"

"Chu Yang, this is not a lie, it is an accelerator for your reconciliation. You pretended to be painful and vulnerable in front of her. She saw it and reconciled with you after being soft-hearted." Lu Shaohuai patted him on the shoulder, "Brother, come on Let's go! I'm waiting for your good news!"

Zheng Chuyang watched him leave, returned to the sofa and sat down, looking down at the big watery blisters on his fingers.Perhaps, what Shao Huai said is right, only when we get along alone can the relationship slowly heal.

Not long after, Shen Xiaoxiao called him.

"Hello, Xiaoxiao." Before he picked it up, he deliberately practiced his voice to make it sound haggard.

Shen Xiaoxiao said anxiously on the phone: "Just now Shaohuai called me and said that you were burnt, and he has something to go home. How are you? I'll go over now, do you have burn ointment at home?"

This time, Zheng Chuyang became more careful and said, "I won't let him call you, it's nothing serious, so I washed it with cold water."

"Is there any blisters? Hey, that's fine, let's not talk about it, I'll go buy medicine." Shen Xiaoxiao was about to hang up the phone after finishing speaking.

"Why are you here? Don't come, I'm fine." Zheng Chuyang suddenly remembered that no one could see her off.

Shen Xiaoxiao said: "Don't worry about it, just hang up."

Seeing Shen Xiaoxiao so nervous, Zheng Chuyang felt happy, but also felt sorry. The entanglement of conflicts made him restless.

More than half an hour later, the doorbell rang and Shen Xiaoxiao arrived.

Zheng Chuyang's palms were scorchingly painful, and he dared not touch anything, let alone open the door.

He said through the door: "Xiaoxiao, please press the password, the last four digits of my phone number."

There was a sound of pressing the code outside the door, and the door opened with a "click".

Shen Xiaoxiao was carrying a convenience bag in her hand, as soon as she came in, she saw his red palms and blisters on her fingers at first sight.

"Why is it hot?" Shen Xiaoxiao carefully held up his palm and asked with a frown.

Zheng Chuyang rolled his eyes, "That's all. I'm cooking noodles. The pot overflowed, and I called again. I was in a hurry and wanted to take down the pot first, so it was so hot."

If she feels full of loopholes, I hope she will not be suspicious.He said silently in his heart.

Shen Xiaoxiao put down his hand, looked at him closely, and complained in the next second: "You are such a big person, why are you still so frizzy?"

"Yes, I'm getting frizzy." Zheng Chuyang echoed.

Shen Xiaoxiao changed her shoes and entered the room, and said, "Come on, let me put the ointment on you first."

The two sat on the sofa, Shen Xiaoxiao took out the ointment, and took a cotton swab to apply it on her hands little by little.

"If the burn hurts, it will hurt more than the wound on your forehead."

Shen Xiaoxiao said, when applying the foam on her fingers, she gently dipped her fingertips into the ointment, carefully applied it little by little, and then blew on it.

"Does it hurt?" She asked, looking up.

"It doesn't hurt." Zheng Chuyang's fiery hand felt much cooler and more comfortable after being blown by it.

Shen Xiaoxiao put the medicine on him, then bandaged him briefly, packed up the medicine, and said, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'm hungry too. What's in the refrigerator? I'll make some."