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In time for dinner, Fu Qingyu finds uncle Dong and bandages his wound again.

When Uncle Dong saw the injury on his back, he hit her head with a violent corn, which made Fu Qingyu cry out in pain.

"It hurts."

Uncle Dong looked at her coldly, "so you still know the pain. I thought you didn't know the pain."

She called the female nurse and instructed her to unpack the gauze.

The nurse specially found it for Fu Qingyu. Of course, there is no doubt that the cost is on Fu Qingyu's head. Red dress is as proud as little white dragon. She doesn't want to come to the castle to take care of her.

Speaking of liking Zuo Shaoqing, in fact, her hands are hard. Except my mother, the whole world doesn't support her. People around her began to fight with her, and even the mastiff dog doesn't appear.

Fu Qingyu sighed silently. It was very cold at the top. The beauty was so high that she was cold.

The moment the gauze was removed, the young nurse couldn't help but change her face and looked at Uncle Dong, "these wounds, no, don't they sew?"

The two finger wide cracks, like the cracks in dry rice fields, are ugly and ferocious. At this time, every gully exudes warm red blood, which looks more terrible.

"There is still congestion in the subcutaneous tissue. Suturing is not conducive to the diffusion of congestion. I'm afraid the injury will add to the injury. Sect leader Fu is not afraid of pain. Just take a few days. " Although uncle Dong said carelessly, he was still very gentle when taking the medicine for fear of hurting her.

But from beginning to end, Fu Qingyu didn't even tremble.

After re dressing, uncle Dong sincerely praised, "sect leader Fu really has good endurance..."

Before he finished boasting, Fu Qingyu turned around in tears and looked at him pitifully, "Uncle Dong, do it gently next time. It really hurts."

Uncle Dong looked at her pale face, the two deep blood marks on her lips, and his heart trembled fiercely. The girl is not afraid of pain, but has been supporting herself. But looking at her lazy monkey like appearance, she angrily smashed her head, but it didn't weigh much. "If you're afraid of pain, pay attention next time. Your wound hasn't been sutured. Give me some peace before the wound is good."

Fu Qingyu stood up, looked at Uncle Dong, smiled and rubbed his hands very obscene, "in fact, uncle Dong, I mean, can you give me some anesthetic when you give me medicine next time..."

"Stubborn and obstinate!" Uncle Dong was so angry that he went straight away.

What he said was to let her be calm and don't hurt again. She was so good that she thought of getting some anesthetic before taking medicine next time.

Fu Qingyu looked at the nurse with a masked face. "Is he angry?"

The nurse shook her head and looked at her admiringly, "master Fu, you're great. This kind of trauma medicine contains anti-inflammatory sulfonic acid. In fact, it will hurt a lot with your serious injury. You can hold it back. It's so powerful. "

"Really?" Fu Qingyu wiped the tears that didn't exist in the corners of his eyes. "No wonder my teeth trembled with pain."

It's a lie to say no pain, but as a black palm leader, I can't stand the pain at all. Isn't it a joke.

At dinner, Fu Qingyu's face had returned to normal, but the two bite marks on his lips were still deep and obvious.

Zuo Shaoqing looked at her and babbled at his refusal to eat. Wen Sheng asked, "is the food not to the taste of sect leader Fu?"

Fu Qingyu stared at Zhang Qingjun's peerless beauty, wiped some cold lips, and smiled with dull eyes, "as long as I see your stomach, it's like I'm full."

Uncle Dong had a meal stuck in his throat and almost coughed. Chopsticks pointed at her. Is this a woman? Is that what women should say?

Zuo Shaoqing calmly called the servant, "since sect leader Fu is full, he took away her dishes and chopsticks and sent her back to her room to rest." He smiled at her. "After all, sect leader Fu is tied to the rise and fall of green eagles. He'd better take care of himself as soon as possible."

"Oh, no!" Fu Qingyu held the bowl and smiled, "I'm kidding, kidding."

Then he sat on the side of Zuo Shaoqing with a bowl in his arms and smiled proudly, "so I can't see you."

Beauty puzzles people. She can't sit opposite him in the future. She doesn't remember anything when she sees his face.

Although Fu Qingyu picked up the rice with a bowl in her arms, she remembered which dish Zuo Shaoqing had sandwiched with a few chopsticks. Then she went back to the room and wrote it down one by one.

"Beauty is partial to food, two chopsticks of egg and shrimp, four chopsticks of bacon casserole, four chopsticks of honey tofu... Conclusion: Beauty tastes light and sweet. Next meal recipe: sweet and sour carp, less vinegar... "

Zuo Shaoqing didn't know that Fu Qingyu was cooking because her wound was very deep. Let alone cutting vegetables with a knife, she would pull the wound up the stairs if she didn't pay attention.

Fu Qingyu's recovery from this injury is very slow. Uncle Dong has begun to love his medicine every day. It's all the magic medicine given by senior brother Ming. It's all used on this naked back.

Although the days of cooking and recuperating from injuries every day were very boring, every time she saw Zuo Shaoqing holding more chopsticks and cooking her own dishes, her bored heart was immediately satisfied because she didn't fight.

It's actually good to cook for beauty all your life.

Unfortunately, a good life won't last long. Mastiff dog brings news that Liu Xiong's little lover seems to have a big sword tattoo on his inner thigh. These two days, Liu Xiong took his little lover on a trip abroad and asked her if she took the opportunity to do it.

Liu Xiong is an old man in the gang. Even if you want him to die, you should let him know. Although she knew Liu Xiong was a traitor, she also had to show evidence of his traitor. Fu Qingyu would never do such a thing as killing people behind his back.

"Boss, you talk. If you do it, I'll do it directly with little white dragon." The mastiff is a little anxious.

Fu Qingyu shook his head, "don't do it. I want to prove it myself. I want him to die to understand "

"I'll go with little white dragon. You stay and take care of the old lady." Fu Qingyu looked at the mastiff, "there can't be no one around the old lady. You are the person I trust most in the world. I entrust the old lady to you. "

A word blocked the retreat that mastiff wanted to argue.

Look, Fu Qingyu doesn't have a brain. Sometimes he has a good brain.

Chen Qian's daughter went with Liu Xiong's son. If she was not sure about Liu Xiong, Chen Qian, who stayed in country y, would fight the old lady. She needs someone who can care for the old lady as much as herself.

Mastiff grew up with her and is now her best candidate.

Fu Qingyu left without saying goodbye. Only when he didn't say goodbye could he pretend that he hadn't left.

But if she doesn't say it, it doesn't mean Zuo Shaoqing doesn't know.

It was night. Zuo Shaoqing stood in front of the study window and looked at the figure disappearing in the dark. His eyes flashed.

The wound hasn't healed yet. Where is she going?

Zuo Shaoqing's voice was very faint, "charm, send someone to follow sect leader Fu secretly. When you are worried about your life...... "he paused," don't expose your identity. "

"Yes, young master."

"When will Xiaoyou arrive?" Asked Zuo Shaoqing.

"The night is less and turns to America..." Mei is a little ashamed, "but it seems that the young lady is about to give birth."

Zuo Shaoqing's lips are raised. Xiaoyou, are you going to have a baby again. There are more and more people at home. No longer like before, only he and Xiaoyou.