精灵之森动漫

  Wen Yi came back after washing her hands, seeing them talking and laughing, her eyes dimmed.

   Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a servant coming over with soup, she looked around calmly, and quietly stretched out her foot.

  The servant stumbled without noticing, and out of inertia, he leaned forward, splashing the hot soup in Heng Heng's direction.

  She exclaimed, "Be careful..."

  Gu Qingning and Wen Ye reacted extremely quickly, making shots almost at the same time.

  Su Bai's hands embraced Heng Heng into his arms, and the movements were extremely fast.

  With a bang, the soup container shattered to the ground, and the soup was still steaming.

  Old Madam Wen was so frightened that she lost her voice.

  Gu Qingning held Heng Heng in his arms, looked at him carefully with lowered eyes, as if to confirm whether his body was injured.

   "Hengheng, are you not hurt?"

  Heng Heng was frightened, his face turned pale slightly, and he shook his head.

  Wen Ye sharply saw Gu Qingning's reddened hand, his face suddenly sank, "Qingning, your hand..."

  His words made Mr. Wen's eyes shift to Gu Qingning's hands.

  When she saw her scalded hand, Mrs. Wen's face tightened.

  She walked around the dining table and walked quickly to Gu Qingning's side.

   "It's all hot, go and wash it with cold water."

  Old Man Wen stretched out his arms to hug Heng Heng, with a worried expression on his face, "Ah Zhen, go get the burn ointment."

   "I'm going right away."

  Ah Zhen left the dining room in a hurry.

  Old Madam Wen dragged Gu Qingning into the kitchen, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

  In a corner where no one was paying attention, a successful sneer slipped across Wen Yi's eyes.

   Wen Ye called the servants and asked them to clean up the mess on the ground.

   "Uncle, your hands were also burned." Wen Zhuo noticed his hands with a complicated expression.

  Old Mrs. Wen came out, just in time to hear what he said, and looked eagerly at Wen Ye, "Ah Ye, let me see how your hand is doing."

   Wen Ye glanced at his reddened wrist, and said nonchalantly, "Small injury, it's fine."

  Compared to Qingning, his injury should be considered a minor injury.

   Besides, he is a big man, and he is not afraid of scars on his body.

  Old Mrs. Wen took his hand to check the injury, gave him a reproachful look, and urged, "What a small injury, hurry up and pour cold water to apply the medicine."

  Touching the firmness in her eyes, Wen Ye reluctantly said hello, and left the dining room.

   After a while, Gu Qingning came out from the kitchen.

  The sleeves were loosely tied, the scalded skin was very eye-catching, and the wrist and the back of the hand were red all over.

   "Sister Ning." Hengheng ran over, looked at her injured hand, tears welled up in her eyes.

  The soft voice was stained with crying, "Does your hand hurt?"

  Gu Qingning pursed her lips, raised her uninjured hand, and touched his head, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

   "Qingning, hurry up and apply the ointment." Mrs. Wen took the burn ointment from Ah Zhen's hand, and directly helped her apply the burn ointment.

  Just after wiping her, Wen Ye came back after changing clothes.

  Old Mrs. Wen walked over with the burn ointment, and smeared his burnt wrist.

  After a good meal turned into such a mess, Mr. Wen felt bad in his heart.

  He looked at the servant who overturned the hot soup, and said in a deep voice, "How did you serve it? Why didn't you be careful with the hot soup?"

  The servant lowered his head with a look of horror, as if he was about to cry.

  She stammered and said, "I didn't mean it, just...someone tripped me just now."

   As soon as the words came out, everyone's expressions changed.

  Old Man Wen asked sharply, "Who tripped you?"