After marrying as a substitute, the vegetable husband turned out to be passionately in love with her

Chapter 158 Wounds
Seeing Aunt Deng sitting on the sofa, Song Zhiyi sat down too.

Perhaps sensing her restrained state, Aunt Deng spoke:
"Miss Song, don't feel uncomfortable. Ah Yi brought you to my house, and you are my guest."

Song Zhiyi pinched her fingers calmly. What she said just now seemed to contain many layers of meaning, but any of them said that she is not welcome as a guest in this family.

But Song Zhiyi still didn't think clearly what was the reason for Aunt Deng's sudden change of attitude.

Could it be the bracelet just now?Is it because Aunt Deng has figured out that she borrowed the bracelet from Lu Yiwen to thank Buddha?

No, Song Zhiyi denied this idea in his heart, because Aunt Deng's attitude changed suddenly as soon as they met, without any warning.Looking at her eyes also seemed to see a disgusted person.

Song Zhiyi couldn't figure it out, but still politely poured a cup of tea for Aunt Deng and handed it to her.

"Aunt Deng, drink tea."

Even though she was uncomfortable now, she never forgot her purpose of coming here. She didn't want to leave a bad impression on Lu Yiwen's relatives.

Deng Chuanfang looked this capable little girl up and down for a while, and smiled disdainfully.

She took the tea, took a sip and said, "How long have Miss Song and Ah Yi known each other?"

"We've known each other for more than two years."

Because there was an answer in his mind, Song Zhiyi said it without thinking.

"Oh, it's been a long time. Could it be that Yi never forgets you." Deng Chuanfang said in a flat tone, unhurriedly.

But Song Zhiyi listened, and always felt that she said these words not because she wanted to bless them.

"Ah Yi, he is a child with a lot of emotion." Deng Chuanfang sighed, and then said:

"Before Ms. Song appeared, I always had another little girl in my heart."

"They grew up together as childhood sweethearts, but it's a pity that they couldn't be together because of some things."

Deng Chuanfang said, heaved a long sigh and gave Song Zhiyi a meaningful look, and then said a meaningful sentence to her.

"what a shame……"

Song Zhiyi was startled, it was a little hard to digest what she said, the cup she was holding slipped from her hand, made a crisp sound and accidentally shattered to the ground.

She stared blankly at the shards of glass and the tea mixture on the ground, and Deng Chuanfang's voice of reproach reached her ears.

"You little girl is so frizzy, she can't even hold that cup steadily."

Song Zhiyi heard it, but didn't respond.

Deng Chuanfang provided her with too much information just now, and it was really hard for her to digest it for a while.

It was hard for her to accept it. Before her, Lu Yiwen had always had an unforgettable girl in his heart.

Deng Chuanfang felt that it was a pity that they were not together, but what about Lu Yiwen?
What is he thinking in his heart?

Hearing the commotion in the living room, Lu Yiwen quickened his pace and ran down the stairs, seeing the messy scene.

Aunt Deng didn't know where she went again, Song Zhiyi was the only one left in the living room, looking lost.

"What's wrong?" Lu Yiwen walked in and saw tea dripping all over the floor, even Song Zhiyi's feet were inevitably stained with tea.

"Is it hot?"

Song Zhiyi pursed her lips, she had no desire to talk to the man in front of her now.

She slowly looked away, even refusing to look at him, but all she could see was him.

Lu Yi was puzzled. He knew that Song Zhiyi was abnormal now, but he still frowned and wiped the tea on the plaster for her with a paper towel.

If the tea accidentally seeps into it, it may not be conducive to the recovery of her leg injury.

Song Zhiyi lost his mind and looked at Lu Yiwen with empty eyes.

He was still wearing his white shirt from work, and his tie was neatly tied.

Even if he squatted on the ground and cleaned up the glass debris all over the place with his hands, he still couldn't hide the extraordinary temperament on his body.

His movements were in a hurry, and she could feel his anxiety and worry about her.

But it is such a meticulous and affectionate boy who pretends to be someone else in his heart...

Thinking of this, her heart still trembled fiercely.

"Don't touch me." She said slowly, her tone was cold, and she didn't want to look at him again.

The man stopped what he was doing, and coaxed in a hoarse voice: "Okay, don't move, wipe everything clean."

Song Zhiyi took a soft breath, not daring to make a sound.

No matter how good the relationship with Lu Yiwen was before, the discomfort he feels now is doubled.

She is very uncomfortable now, and she can only calm herself down by taking deep breaths.

No one spoke to anyone in the living room, only the sound of shards of glass remained in the silence.

Lu Yiwen is currently cleaning up the mess on the ground with his bare hands, and the sound of the glass comes and goes.

Song Zhiyi bit her lip, looked at the back of the man's head and said to herself: "Lu Yiwen, you eat, I... go first."

Lu Yiwen stopped tidying up, and then continued tidying up with his head down as if he didn't hear it.

"Ah Yi, don't clean it up, the floor is covered with glass, don't hurt your hands."

At this time, Deng Chuanfang came out of the kitchen with a broom.

"what."

The glass that had just been packed was scattered all over the floor.

Song Zhiyi heard the voice and stared nervously at the man who was still squatting on the ground.

The man's movements unconsciously slowed down a bit, because of distraction, the glass shards in his hand accidentally cut his skin, and bright red blood was slowly oozing out.

But he never dealt with it, and let it flow on his own.

After the blood flowed out a little, reaching a scale visible to the naked eye, the man slowly raised his head and met her gaze.

He asked, "What did you just say?"

Song Zhiyi opened his mouth, looked at the wound on his hand, but didn't say a word.

"Your hand is hurt."

In the end, looking at the opening that was still oozing blood, her heart softened.

Song Zhiyi, you are finished.

Confused, she bent down with great effort, stretched out her hand to pull the man up from the ground, and pressed the wound on his hand with her fingers to prevent further bleeding.

"The wound is deep, and it's still bleeding." Song Zhiyi looked serious, but still didn't look up at him.

Upon hearing the news, Deng Chuanfang also threw aside the broom she had just brought.

"What's the matter? Was it really cut by the glass? Didn't you tell me not to move around?"

Seeing that Deng Chuanfang kept talking, but never realized that Lu Yiwen's wound needed to be treated, Song Zhiyi could only remind:

"Aunt Deng, Lu Yiwen's wound is very deep, and I need your help to deal with it."

"Let's go, Ah Yi. Now wash the wound first."

(End of this chapter)