After Lu Huaiyu called and came back from the balcony, he heard Jian Qing calling his name in the kitchen.

It was soft and glutinous, with a crying voice mixed with a hint of panic.

His eyes tightened, and his heart suddenly lost its confidence. He raised a sense of tension and walked quickly to the kitchen.

Before Mianmian could clean up the building blocks scattered on the cashmere carpet, Lu Huaiyu stepped on them and broke a few pieces.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw Jian Qing's little face in pain, his eyes were red and wet, and a shaking crab hung on his right hand.

Jian Qing looked at him, hurt and angry, and stamped her feet in a hurry, "What should I do if it holds it and I can't shake it off."

“…”

Lu Huaiyu stared at her embarrassed look with a crab, and couldn't help but feel funny and distressed.

He grabbed Jian Qing's wrist and said calmly: "Don't move your hands, the more you move, the tighter you will clamp."

If you are caught by a crab, you can only wait for it to let go. If you are not careful when you are snatching it, it will make the crab claw bite tighter.

When Jian Qing heard him say this, she didn't dare to move in an instant, and even breathed slowly.

The man held the hand on her wrist and was cold, like a cube of pain relief and calming ice, and even the pain seemed to weaken.

"It hurts a lot, right? Hold on, don't be afraid."

His voice was low and heavy, very magnetic, and he kept comforting in a soft voice.

After waiting for a while, the crab clamped his fingers less than before, but he never let go of the pliers.

She sniffed, her eyelashes moist, staring at the evil crab and spoke carefully, "Why hasn't it been let go yet?"

The voice is timid and soft, and it is aggrieved.

Lu Huaiyu frowned, his eyes falling on the wet blood stains around the crab claws.

Dr. Lu, who is usually used to seeing bloody, bloody and fuzzy but still face, has a hint of panic flashed in his dark eyes because of these drops of blood.

He rubbed her snow-white neck with his palms and rubbed her like a cat, helping her relax, "Don't worry, I know you're in pain, take a deep breath and relax."

His voice was low and slow, as if it was a song of peace.

Jian Qing focused all his attention on his index finger that was clamped. The tense muscles and tendons on his neck were pressed by his fingertips. It was very comfortable, and his nervousness eased unknowingly.

Finally, the big crab could not feel the struggle of the foreign object in his hand and slowly released the pliers.

Jian Qing took the opportunity to evacuate and finally got rid of the shackles, and his fingers were covered with blood marks.

She blinked her wet eyes, let out a breath, and moved her index finger, which was still in pain, and it took a long time to recover.

The nervousness and fear gradually subsided. Jian Qing had an extra consciousness and realized that he was in a position of being wrapped in his arms. He was held on his left wrist and gently stroked the back of his neck like a cat.

Lu Huaiyu was much taller than her, and her eyes could only reach his chest. The two of them were unknowingly close, and they could even feel his rhythmic breathing.

There was a faint scent of mint in the air.

The man's hoarse and slow voice just now seemed to be still lingering in his ears.

The surrounding environment seems to be static—

His cheeks were red all the way behind his ears. Jian Qing subconsciously wanted to retreat, but turned his head and refused to look at him.

Lu Huaiyu seemed to feel the resistance in her movements, and quickly let go of her and took the initiative to distance herself from her, as if the intimacy just now did not exist.

He said lightly, "I'll get the medicine." Then he turned around and left the kitchen.

The place where Lu Huaiyu touched the neck and wrists was as hot as it had been burned, leaving a clear touch.

The pot of dumplings boiled, the water filled out, making a "squeak" sound, breaking the tranquility.

Jian Qing came to her senses, reached out to turn off the fire, and the gusting and boiling water surface calmed down instantly.

Soon Lu Huaiyu came back with an iodine swab and a band-aid, "Give it to me your hand."

“…”

Jian Qing shook her head and refused his help, "I want to do it myself."

Lu Huaiyu's hand was twisted with the lid of the iodine wine, his eyelids drooped, and he said nothing, and handed her the thing.

"Then you go to the living room and wait, I'll do the rest."

Jian Qing raised her index finger with her left hand, held the iodine cotton swab in her right hand, and replied softly, "Okay."

I never looked at him much from beginning to end.

“…”

Lu Huaiyu narrowed her back as she left, lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and bent down to pick up the crabs that fell to the ground.

The big crab waved the crab claws, and his eyes as big as mung beans were rolling around, not realizing that he had just done something bad.

He looked at the crab, and after a while, he said softly, "Bad things."

His voice was low and cold, and I don’t know if it was talking about crabs or himself.

Jian Qing knelt on the carpet, supported the coffee table with her elbows, and repeatedly pressed the wound with a cotton swab dipped in iodine, which made her breathe.

There was a faint noise in the kitchen, and I don’t know if Lu Huaiyu could handle it.

After Jian Qing treated the wound, she leaned against the sofa and didn't want to help at all.

The hand of the wall clock turned half a circle, and the colorful night view of the city rose outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

In the huge space, there is only the noise of the TV, which makes the surrounding environment even more silent.

Jian Qing held the pillow and stared at the index finger wrapped around the bandage, staring at her intently.

Her thoughts were blurred, but the animal instinct made her feel dangerous.

She breathed deeply, sighed softly, and she fell into the soft sofa, rubbing against the cold leather material, cooling her hot cheeks and ears.

Suddenly, the security door was knocked hard, quickly and out of control, making a loud noise, as if it was about to smash the door.

Jian Qing was startled and subconsciously looked towards the kitchen.

Lu Huaiyu walked out of the kitchen with a plate of dumplings and asked slowly: "Do you want to eat in the restaurant or watch TV?"

The wind was as light as if the sound of knocking on the door did not exist.

“…”

"Living room." Jian Qing replied.

Lu Huaiyu gently placed the dumplings on the coffee table, arranged the chopsticks and vinegar plates, "You eat first."

Then I went to open the door, and I was slow and I was in no hurry at all.

Jian Qing smelled the fragrance of dumplings and was indeed a little hungry. She picked up the chopsticks and looked at the entrance curiously while eating.

A tall and tall man suddenly appeared outside the door. He had obvious red wine stains on the collar of his black coat and shirt, as if he had been splashed.

There was fine sweat on his forehead and gasping for breath, as if he was coming here desperately, but his embarrassment did not affect his deep and handsome face at all.

His eyebrows and eyes were cold, his jawline was as tough as a knife, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, with a low air pressure.

“…”

Jian Qing couldn't help but shrink her neck and swallowed the dumplings in her mouth, feeling that they were not fragrant.

She frowned and remembered this face. He had just come to smash the door in the middle of the night, so scared her to call Lu Huaiyu immediately.

Lu Huaiyu caught a glimpse of the red wine stain on Chen Juan's body, pulled the corner of his mouth, and spoke casually: "See?"

Chen Jue stared at him with scarlet eyes, "Child, it's mine."

Word by word, declarative sentences.

He just took a look at Mianmian, and the little guy's eyebrows, nose, and mouth were all not a combination of him and Cen Yu.

Lu Huaiyu raised his eyebrows and refused to comment.

Chen Juan got a positive answer here, clenched his fists tightly, his chest was up and down, not sure whether it was excitement, joy or grief.

He opened his mouth and stuttered: "How old is she? What's her name?"

"Three years old, Lu Mian."

Lu Huaiyu answered expressionlessly.

"?"

Jian Qing was shocked by his words and widened her eyes.

What kind of family ethics drama is this? Is it much more exciting than the Children's Channel?

Chen Juan heard this and pulled the corner of his mouth, "Sir Lu?"

Lu Huaiyu frowned and said in a cold tone, "Otherwise, what about you? You might as well dream."

“…”

Chen Juan lowered his head, looked frustrated and did not speak.

After a moment of silence, Lu Huaiyu leaned against the cabinet door at the entrance, hugged his arms with both hands, and his eyes drifted to the living room.
To be continued...