Chapter 1388 1508, I... Fainted at the Sight of Blood...

Fu Yiran was busy fighting with the dumpling skin that he couldn't pinch together, and ignored Tong Qiao's words.

Lu Anran frowned unhappily, "What should I learn from him? Cooking? That's what women do. What's so great about him being a grown man cooking? Do you think my dad can cook?"

Tong Qiao was unhappy. This kid even used Lu Jinshen to block her. She glanced at Lu Jinshen unhappily, and the meaning was very clear: Why can't you cook?

Lu Jinshen looked innocent and gave his wife a doting smile.

Tong Qiao turned around and began to educate her daughter, "You still know that cooking is a woman's job. You are not a man, right? Can you do it?"

"I can't, don't you know it too?" Lu Anran replied as a matter of course.

Tong Qiao's blood rushed to her head, and she turned around, "Go to the kitchen and help your brother, learn well."

"Why should I help him? I won't go." Lu Anran felt uncomfortable when she thought of Xu Fengyu's face that was showing off and trying to control her.

"Are you going?"

"No!"

Tong Qiao turned and yelled at Lu Jinshen, "Lu Jinshen, take care of her."

Lu Jinshen stretched out his hand to comfort his wife, but when he reached the air, he found that his hand was full of flour. He rubbed her face with the back of his hand instead, "Why are you angry with the child?" Then he looked at Lu Anran, the tenderness in his eyes faded away, replaced by a serious face and a majestic voice, "Why don't you go quickly?"

Lu Anran threw down the dumpling skin in his hand, got up reluctantly, and walked to the kitchen while muttering: "You only know how to bully people with my dad, my dad is the same, how can he be so afraid of his wife."

Xu Fengyu turned around and saw Lu Anran muttering and walking away came in and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Lu Anran said unhappily, "Do you think I want to come? Why are you showing off your cooking skills? Is it great for a man to cook? Let me learn, what's the point of learning, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Xu Fengyu guessed from Lu Anran's words that he didn't want to show off his cooking skills, but just felt uncomfortable sitting with Lu Jinshen. Of course, he wouldn't explain to Lu Anran, "I can handle it myself, I don't need your help."

"You said that, don't blame me for not helping." Lu Anran was happy to be free, standing by and watching Xu Fengyu wash vegetables. Naturally, she wouldn't go out and let Tong Qiao scold her.

He was very serious about his work, washing the celery carefully one by one, and then putting it on the chopping board and cutting it into evenly symmetrical diamonds.

The vegetables were cut beautifully, and the fingers that cut the vegetables were also very beautiful, slender and white, as delicate as a woman's hands, but the joints were larger than a woman's hands, more distinct, and more powerful.

Lu Anran was slightly controlling his hands, watching from the side, and couldn't help asking: "Has anyone said that your hands are beautiful?"

Xu Fengyu's hand tilted to the side while cutting vegetables, and he almost cut his fingers. He turned his head and saw Lu Anran looking at his hands with shining eyes. He tilted his body to block her sight, exhaled lightly, adjusted his disordered breathing, and then continued to cut vegetables.

Lu Anran couldn't see the beautiful hands anymore, so he pressed his body on the kitchen counter and tilted his head to look, "Can I touch your hands?"

Squeak!

The knife scraped across his fingers, bringing out a string of blood beads.

"Ah, you cut your hands?"

Lu Anran exclaimed, and Xu Fengyu came back to his senses. When his eyes touched the bright red blood on his fingers, a large sea of ​​blood immediately appeared in his mind, the blood bursting from the man's forehead and flowing from the woman's chest, all rushed into his eyes.

Xu Fengyu felt dizzy and his body swayed and was a little unstable.

Lu Anran quickly supported him, "Are you okay?"

"I... fainted at the sight of blood..." Xu Fengyu didn't dare to look at her fingers, leaning on Lu Anran, breathing rapidly.

"What? Fainted at the sight of blood? A grown man..." The man was tall and long, and all the gravity was on Lu Anran. She couldn't hold him, so she turned to the kitchen door and prepared to call for help...

"Don't shout." Xu Fengyu's eyes fell on the chair in the corner of the kitchen, "Help me... go sit for a while."

"But I can't help you, let my dad come in..."

"No." Xu Fengyu refused firmly, letting go of Lu Anran and holding the kitchen sink by himself.

The blood on his fingers flowed on the white kitchen sink, which was particularly conspicuous, but he didn't look at his hand.

Lu Anran walked over and supported Xu Fengyu's arm, "I really don't know what you are capable of?"

He didn't want Tong Qiao and Lu Jinshen to worry, and he didn't want them to know that the incident when he was a child left an indelible mark on him.

Xu Fengyu turned her head and looked at Lu Anran. She was obviously disgusted, but she still put his arm on her shoulders and helped him walk to the chair. Like Tong Qiao, she was a woman with a hard mouth and a soft heart. She couldn't help but curl her lips slightly, "You can leave me alone."

"Do you think I want to? My biased mother will definitely blame me for not taking good care of you."

The two were close, and Xu Fengyu could see Lu Anran's eyelashes trembling when he said these words. It was really a good excuse.

Is Tong Qiao so ignorant of right and wrong?

Lu Anran helped Xu Fengyu sit on the chair, looked at the bloodstains on the kitchen counter and the floor, frowned, and finally his eyes fell on his fingers that were still bleeding, "Your fingers are still bleeding, how can I deal with it if I don't tell my parents?"

"Go upstairs and get disinfectant and gauze."

"Okay." Lu Anran walked towards the door.

"Wait a minute."

Lu Anran turned around, "What else do you want?"

"You clean up the blood here first, I feel dizzy when I look at it." Xu Fengyu didn't dare to look, but he always felt a large amount of blood flowing towards him from the corner of his eye. He knew it wasn't there, but he couldn't control that feeling.

"There are so many things." Lu Anran said this, but he turned back and took a tissue to clean up the blood bit by bit. Finally, he came to Xu Fengyu's side. His injured hand hung by his side. There was a small pool of blood on the ground under his fingers.

Lu Anran used three pieces of paper to clean it up. Finally, she took out two pieces of paper and handed them to Xu Fengyu, "First press the wound to stop the bleeding."

"I'm bleeding." Xu Fengyu didn't answer, leaning back on the chair and looking at the ceiling.

"..." Lu Anran really suspected that Xu Fengyu was faking. Shouldn't he faint when he was bleeding? Why doesn't he faint? But his pale complexion and the shaky look just now didn't look like he was pretending.

Lu Anran took Xu Fengyu's hand and wanted to wrap his wound roughly with paper, but when she saw those well-proportioned, slender hands, her eyes immediately began to sparkle, and she couldn't help but touch it gently, "It's really It’s beautiful, like a piece of art.”

The soft touch penetrated from the skin into the depth of the texture. Xu Fengyu retracted his hand like an electric shock, then pulled the paper away from Lu Anran's hand and wrapped the injured finger by feeling.