Chapter 5970 Gu San: Master Wang, Your Hand

"Just find a reason and say... I need Niannian to leave the capital for a while." Ye Maoshan scolded Ye Wangchuan for being a brat, and treated him in the same way as Ye Wangchuan when encountering the same situation.

Ye Lan immediately scolded him: "You still blame Wangchuan for not telling you the truth."

"I'm me, he's him, it's wrong for him to lie to me." Ye Maoshan put the crutches back, put his hands behind his back, and walked back into the house without looking back.

Ye Lan lowered his head and smiled: "You have a hard mouth but a soft heart."

Ye Maoshan just pretended not to hear, and when he was about to go in, he turned around and said, "Remember not to say anything about what Mr. Su asked us to do. It's confidential. The fewer people know about it, the better."

"Yes, I got it." Ye Lan trailed off, pressing his temples as he walked out, thinking about what to say to Yuan Yongqin on the phone later.

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Rhine.

Not long after Qiao Nian finished the call, someone came back.

She also heard Gu San's exclamation from outside the room: "Master Wan, what happened to your hand? Is it injured?"

Qiao Nian opened the door and went out.

Sure enough, she saw Gu San looking towards her blankly and shouting: "Miss Qiao."

Qiao Nian walked over and saw the man who had just come in lowering his hand and turning sideways to ask her without leaving a trace: "Do you want to eat the apple? I'll peel it for you."

Qiao Nian pursed her lips and walked over, blocking the way.

"hand."

"What hand."

Ye Wangchuan lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes covered his deep eyes, as if nothing happened calmly and calmly.

Qiao Nian didn't waste any time. She picked up his left hand and looked at it. She didn't see that Gu San was hurt by shouting. She frowned again and straightened her lips: "Give me your right hand." Ye Wangchuan couldn't avoid it, and he felt helpless. Lifting it up: "...I said it was just an accidental scratch. Do you believe it?"

Qiao Nian had already seen the crimson gash on the back of his hand. The flesh and blood turned white when the skin was opened, and the wound on his hand could be seen for a while.

She said nothing, turned to Gu San and said, "Give me the medical kit."

"Okay, Miss Qiao." Gu San was ready to get it without her having to ask. With Qiao Nian's instructions, he ran faster and came back with the medical kit in a short while.

He wisely put the medicine kit on the coffee table and said, "I'll go to the kitchen to see what fruits there are."

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The living room was filled with the faint smell of disinfectant, and the sunlight shined through the window on the marble floor, casting mottled light and shadow.

Qiao Nian stood by the sofa, looking at the scratch on the back of his hand intently and with a hint of distress. The wound was not deep, but it looked particularly dazzling on his fair skin.

She couldn't tell what emotion she was in. She quickly turned around, grabbed the medicine box on the table, and opened it with a "pop" sound. The sound was particularly clear in the quiet living room.

"Give me your hand."

Ye Wangchuan watched her straighten her lips and couldn't help but smile. He put his hands on his knees after listening to her words: "It's just a small matter, don't worry."

"Little thing?" Qiao Nian glanced at him with dark eyes, then picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in disinfectant, carefully approached his wound, and pressed it again.

In exchange for his being caught off guard, he gasped.

The scowl on her face softened slightly, her eyelashes drooped slightly, and then she concentrated on disinfecting the hideous wound on the back of his hand.

"Next time you can tell me directly, I don't know... I didn't know you went back until I asked Gu San this morning."

She frowned while disinfecting the wound.

"I thought you were kidding when you said you'd get a spanking."