Author: melon crisp

Fu Wenzhuo turned around and saw that the person was smashing towards him with a small fist. He stretched out his hand to block it and raised his leg to sweep it over.

He has seen how strong this kid is, and he is completely different from a normal person. He can beat even the Lian family, and even he didn't get any benefits from Yun An.

But he had forgotten that Yun An acted like a good baby in front of Song Ci.

The boy suddenly fell to the ground, his eye circles immediately turned red. He got up from the ground, hugged Song Ci's neck, and tears fell from his eyes instantly.

"Sister, it hurts me so much..."

Song Ci raised her hand to wipe away the tears on Yun An's face, "Yun An, be good and let me see where you are injured?"

The boy immediately raised the wound that had been prepared outside and showed it to Song Ci. His beautiful eyes were full of mist: "Sister, it hurts, sister, blow it..."

Song Ci looked at the broken skin and bloodshot wound on her fair forearm. She really didn't expect it to be so serious. She raised her hand and rubbed the top of his hair to comfort him.

"Yun An, be obedient. I'll give you a blowjob and it won't hurt right away."

Song Ci blew gently on the wound twice, and then said to the man standing next to him with a cold expression: "Yun An is still a child, you..."

Seeing his suddenly cold expression, he sighed and continued, "It's okay, you can go get the medicine box."

Fu Wenzhuo looked at Yun An, his eyes getting darker and darker, and the coldness in his falcon-like eyes almost turned into reality, and he sneered: "Young man, you're really good at pretending."

Yun An shrank into Song Ci's arms in fear, her little body trembling constantly, "Sister, sister... I'm scared..."

"Fu Wenzhuo, don't..."

Song Ci knew that the child was really frightened, so she patted him on the back. She was about to say something when she suddenly looked at Fu Wenzhuo.

Noticing the slight trace of grievance in the man's eyes, he finally said nothing.

Song Ci sighed inwardly.

What do you mean this is all about?!

Can't you criticize both sides?

Song Ci took the medicine box over and lowered his eyelids: "It's all my fault for everything. It's all my fault. Don't cry, Yun An. It's all my fault that you got hurt."

He raised his eyes and said to Fu Wenzhuo again, "It's all my fault that I came here to find you, so this happened..."

"I don't blame you, it's my fault." Fu Wenzhuo looked slightly apologetic and walked over to hold Song Ci's hand.

Yun An saw Fu Wenzhuo holding Song Ci's hand and felt very dissatisfied. He tightly clasped Song Ci's right hand with his two small hands.

"Sister, if you don't blame me, it's all his fault."

Yun An lowered his head to Song Ci with a look of remorse, placing all the blame on Fu Wenzhuo, looking at the man with dark and malicious eyes.

Fu Wenzhuo: "..."

Yes, it's all my fault.

He looked coldly at this boy who was so good at pretending to be a good boy.

They were competing in secret, and Song Ci also noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere between them, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

They shouldn't have any deep grudges, right?

"What's wrong with you guys? You seem to be enemies."

Fu Wenzhuo and Yun An looked at each other and strangely agreed, "No."

Because the door was open, Grede knew that Song Ci had picked a white rose in the field.

When she saw Song Ci, she immediately approached her and handed the rose into her hand, "Song Ci, this is for you. I went to change it specially. It's very fresh..."

"Take it away."

As soon as Grede finished speaking, he heard two voices ringing together, and then he noticed Fu Wenzhuo and Yun An next to him.

He immediately smiled sheepishly and said, "Sorry, President, I just saw you."

"Then you are quite blind." Yun Ansen's cold eyes scanned him.

Grede didn't hear what he said clearly and asked again.

Yun An suddenly raised the corners of his lips and revealed a strange smile, "I said, you have a strong sense of salt."

Grad instantly shuddered.

Why does this kid look at him with such a scary look??

Grede immediately turned his gaze to his president, "President, what does he mean..."

Fu Wenzhuo's face was so dark that he could drip ink, and his words were even colder, but he showed a caring smile for the members.

"He said you have free time, and I think so too, so I'll leave the other three dungeons to you."

Grad was like a thunderbolt from the blue, which was enough to call for help.

He turned his attention to Song Ci and saw Song Ci spreading her hands towards him with a helpless expression, "Sorry, I can't help you."

Grad waved his hand and smiled at the world.
Chapter completed!