The weak and beautiful man is actually an attack

At noon on November 11th, Xing Ming's apartment.

Aunt Fang was already waiting for Xing Ming and Han Anxin at the door.

Xing Ming called her and said that Han Anxin was seriously injured. After her hand was broken, she really felt distressed just thinking about it. She couldn't sit still for a moment.

Now that she heard the sound of the elevator, she opened the door without waiting for Xing Ming to open the door with the key, and passed Xing Ming to see Han Anxin.

"Ouch, let me look at this hand. Ouch, my poor child, why is this hand like this? It's still in a plaster cast." Aunt Fang's eyes couldn't stop her distress, she held Han Anxin's plaster-bound hand Looking left and right, I still didn't dare to use my strength, "Playing basketball is really dangerous, stop playing, stop playing."

Aunt Fang's concern warmed Han Anxin's heart, and he hurriedly said, "Aunt Fang, it's fine, don't worry, it looks serious, but it's actually a broken finger."

"Ten fingers connected to the heart, this is not painful to death, this is also hurting the right hand, eating and bathing will become a problem."

Xing Ming, who was ignored at the side, interjected, "Aunt Fang, Xiaoxin hurt his right hand, so he doesn't have to do his homework."

"Young master, how can you say that!" Aunt Fang cast a sidelong glance at Xing Ming, "Xiao Xin is like this!"

When Han Anxin didn't show up, Xing Ming was always held by Aunt Fang, but now he was scolded by Aunt Fang, so he could only touch his nose, "Aunt Fang obviously likes Xiaoxin more."

Aunt Fang also realized that she used the wrong language, and after a moment of stunned, she said: "The young master is wrong, you are still a teacher, how can you say such things to Xiaoxin."

"I just want to ease the atmosphere. Aunt Fang, you are too nervous. You will put Xiaoxin under pressure. You won't let him play basketball, but he will go to the finals in another month." Although Han Anxin has been fighting with Xing Ming winked, but Xing Ming still told him that he was going to participate in the final.

"How can this be? You've been hurt for a hundred days, Xiaoxin, you can't go to the competition."

Aunt Fang's eyes were very concerned, Han Anxin didn't know how to answer the words, she could only stare at Xing Ming complainingly, but Xing Ming just shrugged at him at this time, put his hand on Aunt Fang's shoulder and patted him. He clapped, "I just asked the doctor to prescribe special medicine. As long as I take the medicine on time during this period, I will definitely be fine within a month."

"Then you can't participate in the competition, what if you bump into each other again?" Aunt Fang said worriedly.

"Aunt Fang, Xiaoxin is a boy. As a boy, it's okay to bump into each other." Xing Ming said.

"When young master was young, I didn't dare to let you bump into each other." Aunt Fang complained.

"This..." Xing Ming really couldn't answer those words.

"Aunt Fang, I must participate in this basketball game." Han Anxin said firmly.

Aunt Fang: "Why is that? You shouldn't have trouble with your body."

"Hmm." Han Anxin stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then said, "It can be regarded as a personal grievance."

"Personal grievances?" Aunt Fang looked at Xing Ming, "Xiao Xin still has personal grievances with others, young master?"

"Aunt Fang, it's a matter between their children, okay, let's stop talking about this, didn't you make chicken soup for Xiaoxin?"

"That's right, I also made chicken soup for Xiaoxin, you go wash your hands quickly, and I'll boil it for you." After hearing what Xing Ming said, Aunt Fang hurried to the kitchen to fill them with chicken soup.

Ming and Han Anxin looked at each other at the entrance, and after a minute, they looked at each other and smiled, washed their hands and sat down at the dining table to wait for the chicken soup.

"Come here, Xiaoxin's chicken soup." Aunt Fang poured Han Anxin a big bowl of golden old hen soup in a bowl the size of a washbasin, and put two boiled chicken legs and chicken breast in his bowl .

"Aunt Fang, this, this is too much." Han Anxin stared at so many chickens, his eyes widened, "If I eat this, I don't even need to eat."

"Eat the chicken soup first. If you can't eat enough, you won't eat it. This is a great old hen!"

"Then what does the teacher eat..." Han Anxin looked at the things in the big bowl, feeling that all the good things were already in his own bowl.

"I also prepared it for the young master, Xiaoxin, don't worry." Aunt Fang brought a smaller bowl from the kitchen and put it in front of Xing Ming, but it was obvious that there were only chicken wings and chicken feet in this bowl. And some livers and skeletons, "This bowl belongs to the young master."

Xing Ming looked at the things in the bowl, and burst out laughing with a "puchi", "Aunt Fang, you are treating me too discriminatingly, you won't even give me a chicken leg."

"The young master doesn't like to eat the things I make. Just drink some soup. Xiaoxin likes it. Of course I want to give him more." Aunt Fang said as a matter of course.

"..." Xing Ming suddenly felt that he had failed as a young master, but he didn't feel annoyed at all, and started to eat with his chopsticks and bowl.

Looking at Xing Ming who can only eat chicken, Han Anxin couldn't bear it, "Teacher, how about I give you chicken legs."

"If you want to strengthen your body, you should eat more. Eat, you can only play basketball when your body and arms are healthy. If your injury is not healed after a month, I will never allow you to touch basketball. "

Speaking of this, Xing Ming's tone and expression were extremely serious, and Han Anxin silently lowered his head, facing the big pot of chicken soup, not daring to look at him.

"Oh, young master, why are you talking to Xiao Xin in such a tone all of a sudden? It scared him." Aunt Fang blamed Xing Ming again.

"..." Just now I didn't care about him and blamed me, now that I care about him, why blame me again.Xing Ming felt that he was a little tired.

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"Xiaoxin, don't move. Aunt Fang is here to feed you. Don't move your hands. What if you get hurt again?"

"No, Aunt Fang, I'll do it myself." Han Anxin felt a little ashamed to be fed at such an age, and he didn't want Aunt Fang to feed him anyway.

Seeing that Han Anxin's face was blushing, Aunt Fang smiled and said, "You child, why are you ashamed? The young master used to be fed by me often. He refused to eat properly when he was in elementary school, so I chased him after him." Feed him far..."

"Cough, Aunt Fang, don't talk about it." Xing Ming felt that if he let Aunt Fang go on like this, the embarrassing things in his childhood might be revealed, "Aunt Fang, go and do your work, I'll do it." Feed Xiaoxin."

"Eh?!!!" Both Aunt Fang and Han Anxin looked at Xing Ming with disbelief.

"Is what I said so surprising?" Xing Ming looked at the eyes of the two and felt a little hurt.

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