Shen Yu took a breath of pain, grabbed the center of his eyebrows and protested, "I'm a patient. Can you be gentle?"

Sang Yun was indifferent and peeled an apple.

Shen Yu was so boring that he simply looked for a step here. "Ignore your sister-in-law. She's jealous. What's good to eat? Take it out quickly."

I quickly raised the bed and set the table. "I cooked some porridge and two light dishes. The doctor said I should avoid eating."

If nothing unexpected happens, Shen Yu won't enjoy much happiness in the next few months.

Probably unwilling to aggravate my sense of guilt, Shen Yu didn't dislike it at all. He scooped a full spoonful of shredded chicken porridge and sent it to his mouth, "well, there's progress. Just take my sick meal for your brother in the future, Xiao Shu."

A sour nose, subconsciously turned his head into a rattle, "OK, I'll change it for you every day."

Shen Yu accepted calmly, "I'll thank you first, ha ha..."

Sang Yun shook her head and deliberately teased him, "some people, others can't move a hair of his sister, but they have no demeanor in private. They just know to take advantage ~"

Shen Yu was not annoyed. He was playful and obedient, stretched his neck and teased her in turn, "Hey, hey, if you are willing to cook for me, I can try my best to take advantage of you."

This words begged sang Yun a white eye, Shen Yu immediately recognized advice, sidled away and continued to immerse himself in porridge.

The relaxed atmosphere gives me the illusion that nothing has happened. It seems that Shen Yu has never had an accident and his hands are intact. He is still the handsome but cheap childe in front of close people. Whenever I am bullied, I will stand up and beat each other severely without hesitation.

But I know in my heart that this is another kind of consideration given to me by their husband and wife. Under the calm surface, there is something blocking each other's hearts after all.

Just when I thought it would be a conventional tacit understanding to avoid the topic of injury in a short time, Shen Yu took an unusual way to start the topic.

"Murong Jin, if he can't fight, he will play Yin. Next time, next time, I will never let him have another chance to be a demon." Shen Yu said while eating. He didn't hold it steady for a moment, and the porridge stained his face.

Sang Yun sighed helplessly and wiped it for him rudely. With great strength, he hid straight back.

"Don't move." she simply used both hands and told him not to move. She rubbed it again and again. Finally, she looked around and let go with satisfaction.

Shen Yu frowned. After regaining his freedom, he began to talk, "take me by surprise and don't ask. How did I Shen Yu live to this day, and those blacks, sooner or later."

He said, spitting to himself.

Sang Yun directly blocked his mouth with the peeled apple. "People say that you gain wisdom by taking a cut. Why, do you really want to put your left hand on it?"

Shen Yu bit and took down the apple. She stared at her and wanted to refute, but she seemed to realize something. She swallowed the words with the apple.

Although I know that she didn't deliberately aim at me, I can't help feeling sorry for Shen Yu's right hand.

Probably upset by our negativity, sang Yun hates the spit of iron and steel. "It's a blessing in disguise. It's better to lose your right hand than lose your life, isn't it?"

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