Chapter 262： : What's wrong, your face is wrinkled like this

The two of them followed Fu Ling behind them.

Xie Cheng and Shishi were fine, nothing could be seen, but Fu Ling frowned, looking a little unnatural.

The old lady raised her eyes and glanced at them, "Sit down quickly."

Xie Cheng was pushed over to sit between Jiang Fu and Xie Min, nodded slightly, "Yes."

He had already changed into clean clothes, and the injury on his leg was treated briefly, and he was given medicine.

When he was pushed to the side, Jiang Fu held the chopsticks, lowered his eyes slightly, and smelled a subtle scent of medicine.

She raised her eyes and looked over.

Xie Cheng looked at the dishes on the table and smiled, "It's quite rich."

Eleven stepped back and lowered his head. He noticed Jiang Fu's gaze, so he stood behind and raised his eyes to look at Jiang Fu.

She thought that her movements were not very large, so she wouldn't notice, but before watching for a few seconds, the other party suddenly turned her head and met Shi Shi's eyes.

eleven:"…!"

Perhaps it was because of something wrong, he always felt that Jiang Fu seemed to be able to see through his eyes what was going on in his mind, his body stiffened instantly, and it was too late to escape.

Jiang Fu did see something he shouldn't have seen.

It is the past of eleven, the past that just happened.

Returning home, he stood in front of the bed and put the clean clothes prepared by Xie Cheng by his hand. Seeing that it was Fu Ling who quickly treated Xie Cheng's wound, he asked in a low voice:

【Master Fu, the general is injured, will it...】

Fu Ling on the side said: [Yes. 】

[Two more times, don't even think about standing up again in the future. 】

When Eleven's expression was extremely stiff, Jiang Fu turned his head.

Eleven Chief let out a long sigh of relief.

Xie Cheng looked as if nothing had happened, obviously shed so much blood just now.

It was a surprise today, and he didn't take advantage of it to act like a baby to her.

Jiang Fu pinched the chopsticks, his eyes a little sore.

Xie Cheng held the chopsticks, picked a piece of meat, lowered his head to taste it, frowned slightly, swallowed it with a low smile, and said softly, "It's not as delicious as Ah Fu's cooking."

The old lady turned her head to look at him, and said coldly, "Is Ah Fu your cook?"

It's cold.

With this tone, Jiuqu always felt that they were going to quarrel in the next second.

He held the bowl, chewing a lot faster, hoping to get two more mouthfuls before they quarreled.

But unexpectedly, Xie Cheng put down his chopsticks, curled his lips, looked at the oil stain in the bowl, and followed the old lady, "No."

"It's just that I've been eating too much made by Ah Fu recently, and I'm not used to eating this suddenly."

The tone is still tactful.

The old lady Xie snorted softly, and gave Jiang Fu some of her favorite dishes, and said, "You didn't grow up eating these."

Xie Cheng didn't seem to be planning to eat it, he leaned back and said lazily, "I've never eaten anything made by Ah Fu before, but now that I've eaten it, it's naturally difficult to turn extravagance into frugality."

Jiang Fu held the chopsticks and turned his head to look over.

His eyes are a little...complicated.

Xie Cheng leaned there and looked into her eyes, smiled, and asked, "What's wrong, your face is wrinkled like this, I praise you."

Jiang Fu didn't speak, and looked sideways at that exquisite face. To him, the injury just now was as simple as rubbing a finger, so simple that he didn't even need to frown.

With so much blood shed, it looked even scarier than yesterday.

How did you manage to be as calm as you are now?