Ma'am, give me a baby

When dinner was approaching, Murong Haojun came out of the study. As the eldest son of Murong, he helped the old man handle most of the family's property. Although there were many younger brothers in the family, they were still young and couldn't do anything. He knows how to eat, drink and have fun, so the burden basically falls on Murong Haojun.

Today's dinner was still sumptuous. Normally, Qin Xi would have been eager to eat with his chopsticks, but something is wrong with him today. This is the conclusion that Murong Haojun sat down and observed for a while.

"Why don't you eat it?" Murong Haojun picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it in the bowl in front of Qin Xi, and also picked up some vegetables next to it, "This is what you like to eat. If you don't eat it, it will be cold. It's not good to waste."

Qin Xi was sullen. He pursed the corners of his lips when he heard this, picked up the meat in the bowl and took a bite. Murong Haojun watched him eat, and even divided a small piece of meat into a dozen He frowned before eating it, "What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?"

"Ah... no, no..." Qin Xi seemed to have just recovered, quickly picked up the rice with the bowl in his hand, and ate less than half of the bowl in a short while, without stopping in between.

Murong Haojun frowned, put down his chopsticks, and asked, "What happened? Is the wound still hurting?"

Qin Xi stopped chopping the rice. Thinking of what the servants said today, he felt more and more heavy. He opened his mouth, and felt that if he said it, he would appear talkative and would upset the young master for no reason, so he shook his head. , followed Murong Haojun's words and said in a low voice: "Yes, it's because my back hurts..."

"It hurts?" Murong Haojun couldn't sit still when he heard him say that. He stood up and walked to Qin Xi, put his rice bowl on the table, took his hand and went to the bedroom, "Take off your clothes." Let me take a look, I thought it was getting better, why is it starting to hurt again..."

Murong Haojun gently undressed him to check the wound. Seeing how gentle he was, Qin Xi felt more and more bitter, making him want to cry.

Murong Haojun saw his appearance and thought it was because his body was in too much pain. He hurriedly took off his clothes and checked carefully, but only found some shallow bruises, "Did you hurt your bones last time? It hurts." Is it? I'll get someone to call the doctor..."

"No, it doesn't hurt anymore..." Qin Xi hurriedly stopped him, "I'm just a little tired today..."

"Tired?" Murong Haojun pulled him onto the bed and sat down, while rubbing his back lightly, he frowned and asked, "Have you looked for work again?"

"Well, I think today is a good day..."

Murong Haojun sighed helplessly, "Why are you disobedient? You can do whatever you want when you recover from your injury, but now it's better to recover from your injury and don't do anything."

Qin Xi lowered his head in silence, and after a while, he said: "Then...young master, after I recover from my injuries, can I... go home?"

The movements of Murong Haojun's subordinates suddenly stopped, he lowered his head to see Qin Xi's expression, his voice became cold instantly, "What did you say?"

Qin Xi flinched, and unconsciously lowered her head even lower, "I have lived with the young master for half a year, and I really bother you...I think, I will go home when I recover from my injury..."

"Go home?" Murong Haojun stood up with a frighteningly cold expression, "Do you think you've had enough? If you go back now, do you think your parents will easily spare you?"

"I..." Qin Xi didn't dare to raise his head, only listening to Murong Haojun's voice, he didn't dare to say anything more.

Murong Haojun threw the clothes to him, and said coldly: "Stay here well, don't think about going home, get dressed and go out to eat."