"What on earth do you want to do, fusimu?" Song Yu gasped and asked him.

She really can't understand, they are false marriage, Fu Si Mu also has his own beloved, why can he kiss her without any psychological burden?

And the kiss is not once or twice, there is no reason to say that he is impulsive.

Fu Simao did not answer her question directly, but looked at her with a little hoarse voice: "eat, eat or not?"

Song Yu looks at him in silence, as if the problem between them is just because of eating.

But she couldn't say what she wanted.

"Up." Fu simiu got up from her body and stretched out his hand to pull her.

Song Yu looks at his extended hand, and looks at him as if she doesn't agree again, he is going to treat her like that.

Secretly endure a breath, put his hand into his hand, let him take himself to sit up, get out of bed to eat.

When they arrived downstairs, the food was still hot. Song Yu ate quietly with his head down and said nothing.

She didn't know what to say.

Thinking that Fu simiu did this for her, her anger and vexation and shame had no place to vent.

After eating the meal, Song Yu takes the initiative to clean up the things. When he cooks, she takes the initiative to wash the dishes.

It's just that when I wash the dishes, she breaks a bowl carelessly. Song Yu is shocked and finally comes back to her senses.

She subconsciously squatted down, reached out to pick up those broken bowls, worried that she might step on her foot. As a result, because she was too quick, the fragments cut a hole in her hand, and the bright red blood flowed out in big drops.

"Song Yu, what's the matter?" Fu Simao nervous rushed into the kitchen, looking at her tightly held hands full of blood, breathing fierce tight.

"Don't move. Be careful. Come here and I'll take care of it." Fu simiu quickly took the broom and swept the debris on the ground in the shovel.

Song Yu stood still. The kitchen was not very big. As soon as he came in, she couldn't go out.

Fu simiu sweeps the debris on the ground into the shovel, then comes to her side, grabs her hand, flushes several times on the tap, flushes the dirty blood clean, and then puts her scratched finger in his mouth.

Song Yu:

Some of her hands want to pull out, but the man lowered his voice, some ferocious said: "don't move!"

Song Yu didn't dare to move any more. She felt that the wound was no longer so painful. When the blood on her hand did not flow, he released her hand.

"Come out with me." He pulled her out of the kitchen. Song Yu looked at his face. Although he didn't show much anger, song Yugan felt that he was really angry at the moment.

Song Yu was taken to the living room by him and sat down on the sofa. He turned to get the medicine box. He was quick and nervous.

Song Yu has been looking at him silently, the man is silent, his face is gloomy, his eyes are slightly drooping, his eyelashes are thin and long, and his facial features are three-dimensional like a carved art.

The air around him was oppressive and tense. Song Yu didn't know why he was so angry because she hurt her hand?

Does he care about her?

He let him play with his hand, the whole person is still a little confused, so quietly watching him do things.

Clean cotton swab dipped in iodine water, gently wiped on her wound, there is a slight prick pain.

Song Yu subconsciously closed her hand, but her fingers were tightly grasped by the man and did not let her move.

His action was obviously not so gentle, but when he rubbed the medicine on her finger, he was so careful.

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