"Fu Jinhan, I'm really OK. You don't have to worry." Jiang mianmianmian spoke.

Before he had finished speaking, he felt that his body was suddenly light, and he had fallen into his arms.

"Go back and rub the medicine, my dear." Fu Jin Han's cold mouth.

"No, Fu Jinhan. Can you let me down?"

Jiang mianmianmian exclaimed in amazement. She was held by Princess Fu Jinhan and walked towards the house without saying a word.

In the living room on the first floor, as soon as the servant of the Fu family saw the third master coming back, he just wanted to meet him. Suddenly, he had a meal at his feet.

Fu Jin Han was holding a person in his arms. The petite figure kept struggling. He strongly resisted and asked to put her down.

But the third master let the girl in his arms struggle, lips tightly into a straight line, there are strands of cold on his body.

Seeing this, Fu's servants lowered their heads, looked at their noses and hearts one by one, pretending that they saw nothing.

"Fu Jinhan, please put me down quickly. Do you hear me? I can go by myself." Jiang mianmianmian knocked Fu Jinhan's chest with a powder fist and protested loudly.

Shit.

In broad daylight, she was brought in by Fu Jinhan so openly, she didn't want to face?

As Jiang mianmianmian resisted, Fu Jinhan had already stepped into the door and walked towards the sofa in the living room.

Jiang mianmianmian heard the low sound of air extraction coming from the room. He broke down a small face and wailed from his heart.

Wuwuwu, her image.

Being hugged by Fu Jin Han, her image, which she managed to build up during this period of time, disappeared in an instant.

Jiang mianmianmian buried his head in Fu Jinhan's chest, with a miserable expression on his face.

"No more noise?" Fu Jin Han looks at Jiang Mianmian who stops in his arms and looks at her.

"You know it, you bastard." Jiang mianmianmian looked up at him.

She was carried in all the way from the backyard by Fu Jinhan, and most of the people in the house saw her.

What's going on? Does it work?

Can you come back with her face?

"Ha ha, it's smart."

Fu Jin Han chuckled, put Jiang mianmianmian into the sofa, turned his head and gave a command.

"Bring me the ointment."

Zhang Ma personally sent the ointment of traumatic injury to come over, worried to see to river mianmianmian asked.

"Third Master, Miss Mianmian, what's this

"Mom Zhang, I'm ok. When I was playing with Da Mao just now, I accidentally touched my knee. It was Fu Jin Han who made such a fuss."

Jiang mianmianmian quickly waved his hand to Zhang Ma and explained that after the words fell, he stared at Fu Jin Han.

"Ha ha, the Third Master also cares about Miss Mianmian. You see, as soon as the third master sees you injured, he doesn't care about anything. " Zhang Ma hurriedly from one side to make a round.

After that, mother Zhang said with a smile: "Third Master, you can wipe the medicine for Miss Mianmian. I'll go to prepare lunch."

"Well." Fu Jin Han answered faintly.

Zhang's mother looked at the couple with a kind smile and hurriedly went out. By the way, she also took other people in the living room.

Fu Jinhan sat on the sofa, curled up Jiang mianmianmian's leg and pressed the bruised position with his finger pulp.

"Does it hurt?"

"Hiss... Pain." Jiang mianmianmian didn't feel anything at first, but now he was pressed by Fu Jinhan and took a breath.

Fu Jin Han looked at Jiang mianmianmian's distorted facial features and frowned more tightly.

He unscrewed the box of ointment, stained his fingers with transparent paste, and smeared it on Jiang mianmianmian's knee. His expression was very focused.