The rich and powerful: the devil's president haunts

Chapter 775 Does it hurt?
The knife cut on his left index finger.

Lu Qiancheng didn't say a word, but when Yan Nuo saw the eye-catching red color, he couldn't help crying out.

"I said I don't need your help, this is good..." Yan Nuo hurriedly pushed him out of the kitchen, pushed him to sit on the sofa.

She rummaged through the room to find the medicine box.

Sitting beside Lu Qiancheng, Yiran pouted as he watched him press the thumb of his right hand on the wound where blood was gushing out continuously.

"Does it hurt?" From a child's point of view, such an injury and bleeding must be very painful.

pain?
To be honest, he couldn't feel it. After all, who is Lu Qiancheng?In the past four years, which time the pain he experienced was not heart-piercing?

What is it to be cut by a knife like this?
Seeing that he didn't answer, Yiran couldn't help asking again, "Uncle, does it hurt..."

"It hurts." He replied Yiran without changing his face.

He lowered his head and carefully observed his emotions. After hearing him say that it hurts, Yiran frowned, which was a subconscious movement.

"I found the medicine box." Yan Nuo walked out of the room quickly, put the medicine box on the coffee table, opened the lid, and went to find cotton swabs and band-aids. band Aid.

Yan Nuo froze for a moment, and looked at Yiran with some surprise.

Being stared at uncomfortably, Yiran lowered her head silently and tore off the band-aid with her little hands.

Yan Nuo finally understood what he wanted to do. Yiran clearly wanted to give Lu Qiancheng medicine, but he didn't dare to say it boldly.

This awkward personality is just like Lu Qiancheng.

She just smiled, didn't speak, and let Yiran continue with her next move.

After tearing off the Band-Aid, Yiran raised her eyes and looked at Lu Qiancheng for a long time before opening her mouth slowly.

"Uncle, don't you stretch out your hand? Your blood will be drained later."

After listening to his words, Lu Qiancheng stretched out his hand cooperatively.

Yiran carefully aimed the Band-Aid at his wound, with an extremely serious expression, not daring to neglect at all.

Yan Nuo and Lu Qiancheng looked at each other and smiled, both seemed surprised by Yiran's move, but they were also pleasantly surprised.

After putting the Band-Aid on, Yiran's little hand did not forget to touch it lightly for a while.

Lu Qiancheng withdrew his hand, even though he was satisfied with his son's performance this time, he was still extremely indifferent.

"Lu Qiancheng, just sit here, okay?" Yan Nuo stood up helplessly, and looked at the wound on his hand again, "I'm going to cook."

He said hello, and there was no more to say.

In the living room, the father and son looked at each other.

"Thank you." Lu Qiancheng looked down at the little guy, and spoke in a calm tone.

thanks?

Yiran's head is a little confused, is this uncle saying thank you for giving him the medicine just now?

Yiran is not used to Lu Qiancheng like this.

"Uncle, you're welcome." Yiran replied obediently.

……

After dinner, Lu Qiancheng hesitated, should he leave here?

Think about it, in order to make your son feel less bad about him, let's leave.

"Uncle, your finger is injured, it's not easy to drive, I, I will allow you to sleep in my house tonight..." Yiran said solemnly.

"Oh, are you sure?" Lu Qiancheng chuckled, "Aren't you very afraid that I will bully your mommy at night?"

(End of this chapter)