Mr.Yan chased his wife: marry one and get two free

Yan Sihan was tall and had long legs. After a few steps, he rushed into the kitchen.

He grabbed wenran's hand, "what's the matter?"

Wenran shrunk back uneasily. "It's all right. I accidentally burned it just now."

Yan Sihan was a little unhappy. His face was a little heavy. "Don't move. First flush the cold water."

Before wenran could speak, Yan Sihan held her hand, led her to the faucet, turned on the faucet, put her scalded finger under the faucet and rushed up.

"Why are you so careless?"

Wen Ran's skin was white. Although he was only scalded, he looked a little shocking.

Wenran felt more and more uncomfortable. She pursed her lips and whispered, "it's really all right."

Yan Sihan's voice was low and there seemed to be a trace of anger. He said, "I have eyes to see."

Wen ran:·······

What is he angry about.

Yan Sihan turned off the tap and said to Wen ran, "the scald is there. Don't worry. I'll bring it to the table later. Now deal with the wound first."

Wenran: "no need..."

Although Yan Sihan let go of her hand, he didn't give wenran the chance to refuse, "come with me."

As soon as they got out of the kitchen, they saw the broken vase in the living room.

It's a mess.

Wen ran involuntarily looked up at Yan Sihan.

Yan Sihan felt his nose unnaturally, "at least I didn't hurt myself."

Wen ran took back his eyes and made no comment.

When he was thinking about how to lower his feet in this mess, his body suddenly emptied, and he had been beaten and held up by Yan Sihan.

Wen ran was shocked, but he still had a conditioned reflex around Yan Sihan's neck.

But his voice was a little frightened, "what are you doing? Put me down. "

Yan Sihan smiled with a low voice, "don't worry, right away."

He said, striding over the water stain and putting wenran on the sofa, "be careful."

Wenran looked at him.

Yan Sihan turned to the bedroom to get the medicine box.

Quickly fold back, put the medicine box on the tea table, open it, and take out a ointment from it.

Yan Si held out his hand and said, "bring it."

Wen ran was stunned and confused: "huh?"

Yan Sihan: "hand."

Wenran took the ointment with another non scalded hand: "I'll do it myself."

Yan Sihan didn't hesitate any more. He reached out and grabbed the wrist of wenran's scalded hand and pulled it in front of him.

With the other hand, he squeezed out a little ointment and put it on wenran's scald. Then he put down the ointment, picked up a cotton swab and gently applied it evenly.

When he did all this, he looked focused and serious.

Wen Ran is a little unnatural. Don't open your eyes and look away.

"All right."

Yan Sihan let her go.

Throw the cotton swab into the trash can.

Then we will pack the medicine box.

Wen ran lowered his eyes slightly, "thank you."

She said that and got up to get the mop and broom.

Yan Sihan pulled her, "what are you doing?"

Wenran: "clean it up."

Yan Sihan: "sit still, I'll come."

Wenran thought he had heard wrong, "you?"

Yan Sihan raised his hand and untied the top button: "why, can't you?"

Wenran: "you, can you?"

Yan Sihan smiled and said, "sit still."

With that, Yan Sihan rolled up his sleeves, took the mop and broom, bent over, picked up the roses on the ground, threw them into the dustbin, and then carefully cleaned the vase fragments and water stains.

Wen ran couldn't help but sit on the sofa and guide him, "sweep it first, then drag it. Be careful under your feet. There may be glass slag invisible to the naked eye. Under the table, yes, drag it there, and there, yes, there may jump on glass slag."

After working for more than ten minutes, Yan Sihan finally finished cleaning. He gently hissed, looked at the roses in the trash can, and couldn't help smiling: "didn't send them out last time, was it sent out or didn't they send them out this time?"

Wenran: "what are you talking about? What didn't go out last time? "