Gu Qingning smiled lightly, following his wishes, "Okay."

Wen Yi came back from washing her hands and saw that they were talking and laughing, and her eyes became dark.

When the servant walked over with soup, she looked around quietly and quietly stretched out her feet.

The servant was tripped up without notice. Due to inertia, he leaned forward and poured the hot soup in his hand towards Hengheng.

She exclaimed, "Be careful..."

Gu Qingning and Wen Ye reacted very quickly and took action almost at the same time.

Subai's hand held Hengheng into his arms, and his movements were extremely fast.

With a "bang", the container of the soup was broken to the ground, and the soup was still steaming.

Mrs. Wen was so scared that she lost her voice.

Gu Qingning hugged Hengheng, looked at him carefully with his eyes down, as if confirming whether he was injured.

"Hengheng, didn't you hurt?"

Hengheng was frightened, his little face turned slightly white, and he shook his head.

Wen Ye saw Gu Qingning's burned hands with sharp eyes, and his face suddenly sank, "Qingning, your hands..."

His words made Mr. Wen and others' eyes turn to Gu Qingning's hands.

When Mrs. Wen saw her burned hands, her face tightened.

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

"It's all red, go and rinse it with cold water."

Mr. Wen reached out to hug Hengheng, looking worried, "Azhen, go get the scald cream."

"I'll go now."

Azhen hurriedly left the dining room.

Mrs. Wen pulled Gu Qingning into the kitchen, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

In the corner where no one noticed, a sneer of success slipped through Wen Yi's eyes.

Wen Ye called a servant to ask them to clean up the mess on the ground.

"Uncle, your hand is also burned." Wen Zhuo noticed his hand, his expression was a little complicated.

Mrs. Wen walked out and happened to hear his words. She looked at Wen Ye anxiously, "Aye, how are your hands? Let's take a look."

Wen Ye glanced at his red wrists and said unconsciously, "A small injury is not a problem."

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

Besides, he is a man, and he is not afraid of having a scar on his body.

Mrs. Wen pulled his hand to check the injury, looked at him angrily, and urged, "What a minor injury, hurry up and rinse the cold water and apply medicine."

Touching the firmness in her eyes, Wen Ye responded helplessly and raised his foot to leave the dining room.

After a while, Gu Qingning walked out of the kitchen.

The sleeves were loosely wrapped, the scalded skin was very eye-catching, and the wrists and backs of hands were red.

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

A soft and soft voice dyed a crying voice, "Does your hands hurt?"

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

"Qingning, please apply the ointment quickly." Mrs. Wen took the scald ointment from Azhen's hand and directly applied the wound to her.

Just after finishing her cleaning, Wen Ye changed his clothes and came back.

Mrs. Wen walked over with scald cream and applied his scald wrists.

After a good meal made me feel bad, Mr. Wen felt a little upset.

He looked at the servant who had broken the hot soup and said in a deep voice, "Why did you take it? Why are you accidentally picking such hot soup?"

The servant lowered his head, looking frightened, as if he was about to cry.

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

When everyone said that, they changed their faces.

Mr. Wen asked sternly, "Who tripped you up?"
Chapter completed!