Chapter 497 You Are My Fingertip Starlight

Yan Ge typing: There is a stick in your quilt, it will hit you.

Li Che: ...

The innocence of his family's little white flower made him suddenly very sad, and if he didn't protect her in the future, he might not know it if he was tricked into falling asleep.

Thinking of the stick that was already pinching her hand, his face was red, even his neck was red.

"I'll take it myself in a while." He said in embarrassment before he heaved a sigh of relief.

Thought she would just let it go.

Unexpectedly, she stared at him with a serious face, and then typed on the mobile phone: Li Che, did you hide a fruit knife under the quilt?

Li Che: ...

fruit knife? ? ? My little white flower's imagination is really rich.

He shook his head quickly: "No, no, really no."

That expression, that tone, he really almost swears to God.

Yan Ge glanced at the gauze-wrapped area of ​​Li Che's wrist, with an expression of obvious disbelief in Li Che.

Li Che was really afraid that she would persistently lift the quilt and find the fruit knife, so he pressed the quilt tightly with both hands and explained stammeringly: "Huanhuan, it's really not a fruit knife, that is, That is……"

At this moment the door opened.

Grandma Li and Li's father and mother came in.

Li Che breathed a sigh of relief.

The stalemate with Xiao Baihua made his back sweat.

Finally someone came to resolve this embarrassment.

Really, it's too timely.

But before he breathed a sigh of relief, he lifted his heart.

His little white flower won't tell others about it.

Don't you really want to say that he hid a fruit knife under the quilt?

What to do, he felt that Xiao Baihua would really do such a thing.

"Your parents and I have already told you that if you don't want to go abroad, you can get treatment in China. The medical conditions in China are not worse than those abroad." Grandma Li said to Li Che: "In the future, you must cooperate with the treatment well. Stop being petty."

Grandma Li walked to Li Che's bedside, looked at Li Che's gauze-wrapped wrist, and sighed: "You child, tell me about you, aren't you just making mistakes for yourself?"

Yan Ge quickly got off the bed when these people opened the door, and stood obediently beside the bed with his head down.

Li Che didn't have the patience to talk to Grandma Li, his heart kept hanging, and he was afraid that the little white flower god would make a fortune and tell what happened to him just now.

It's so embarrassing.

So whatever Grandma Li said, he just pursed his lips and remained silent.

He didn't hear what Grandma Li said at all.

Li's father and Li's mother are busy people, and their plane will fly abroad at night.

The love for his son almost caused his son to commit suicide, Li's father and Li's mother felt a little frustrated and uncomfortable in their confusion.

After being educated by Grandma Li, they were even more depressed than Li Che, so they just told Li Che to heal his wounds and listen to the elders, and then left.

Before leaving, Li's mother turned her head to look at Yange.

Thinking of Grandma Li's warning to her earlier, she swallowed the words and went out with Father Li.

"Li Che's mother has a bad temper. Huanhuan, don't take it to heart what she wants to say to you. If you have any grievances, tell grandma, and grandma will help you vent your anger."

Yan Ge hurriedly shook his head.

Li Che lifted the quilt unobtrusively, pressed Yan Ge's mobile phone on the bed, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, he stretched out his hand and pushed Grandma Li's arm: "Grandma, can you stop looking at me with that kind of eyes? Huanhuan, she feels embarrassed when you look at her."