School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 778 Your Hand Is Injured
The air is silent and filled with a strong sense of sadness. As long as one comes into contact with such air, one's mood will become extremely depressing and sad.

He straightened his lonely back, his eyes were red, and he had an aura of despair. He listened quietly to the crisp sound of blood dripping down his fingertips.

Most Qiyue ran out of the study quickly, with tears streaming down her face, and she leaned tightly against a certain dark corner.

It wasn't until the tears dried up that he reached out to wipe away the tears and went downstairs as if nothing had happened.

"Nangong Han is injured, you go and help him deal with it."

In the hall, I happened to see Shu Yacheng, and Zuo Qiyue quietly walked to her side, bowed her head and finished speaking quickly.

"What happened to Han?"

When Shu Yacheng blurted out anxious words, Zuo Qiyue had already run away.

"Grandpa, where is my mother?"

When he came to the door in July, he happened to meet Nan Gongde looking at various potted plants by the yard, so he came to him.

"...?" Nangong Deyi turned his head and was slightly surprised when he saw the red-eyed most Qiyue.

"She's fine, the servant will show her around, you don't have to worry, but you are doing well, why are you crying?"

Hearing what grandpa said, Qiyue finally let go of her worries about her mother.

Biting his lips, releasing the depression in his heart, he forced a smile, "It's okay, Grandpa."

"If there's nothing else, I'll go back first." Zui Qiyue finished speaking and walked forward.

"July!"

Nan Gongde looked at her back in a complicated way, and finally called her to stop.

"Grandpa?" Zuo Qiyue turned around in confusion.

"Han'er, he..., if you really don't want to be with him, grandpa also begs you to tolerate him a lot and don't make him sad."

After Nangongde thought for a moment, he solemnly said such words.

Zuo Qiyue was in a daze, unable to understand what grandpa meant, "Is there something wrong with him?"

Thinking of Nangong Han's two unbearable headaches, Qi Yue asked anxiously.

Nangong De's eyes were as dark as gray, "It's okay, you can go back."

Some things, the less she knows, the better. After all, she and Ye Zun have reached a level of intimacy, so let things develop smoothly like this.

One day, his grandson will completely forget July.

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As soon as Shu Yacheng heard that Nangong Han was injured, he immediately hurried to the study with a medicine box in his arms.

Push open the half-closed study door.

A breath of depressing grief rushed over her face, making her feel deeply depressed.

Walking into the study with small steps, a slender figure stood quietly on the spot, like a sculpture, motionless, but there was a shocking breath in his bones.

Shu Yacheng took a closer look, and was surprised to find that the big hanging hand was covered with blood, drop by drop, along the fingers, falling on the cold ground, blooming coquettishly.

"You... your hand is hurt."

Shu Yacheng felt distressed, trembling, hurriedly opened the medicine box, took out all the items one by one, then turned around and poured a basin of warm water, picked up a wet towel and moistened it.

After doing everything, she turned around and came to him, taking his hand tremblingly.

"Uh."

When her hand just touched his, he withdrew his hand forcefully, looked at her mercilessly, and growled, "Get lost!"

"Han! Your hand is injured, it's very serious. Even if you want me to leave, I have to bandage your wound before leaving."

Shu Yacheng approached him as he spoke, and took his hand again, when the wet wipe in his hand just touched his big hand.

"Didn't you hear me telling you to go!?"

He suddenly became furious, threw Shu Yacheng away with his big hand, and knocked over the medicine box beside the table.

(End of this chapter)