As soon as he said that, Bo Qingrong became a little upset.

But when he saw Chen Fengmian being stunned on the spot, he didn't even feel holding the hot teacup, and he looked slightly lost, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Chen Fengmian is really the case. Mei Zhou is just a cripple and he is still proud of him.

Before, he didn't show that he was giving him a face, so he really thought he didn't dare to mention it?

Thinking of Mei Zhou's sharp eyes, Bo Qingrong was thrilled all over when he knew he was lame, but a strange joy gradually emerged in his heart.

The feeling of watching those beautiful things with your own eyes gradually collapse in front of you is so wonderful.

Chen Fengmian looked at his changing eyes steadily, and pinched the cup hard.

He tried his best to control the urge to pour the pot of boiling water on his face.

Senior brother.

That's his senior brother!

The senior brother who likes to climb mountains and drags him half-pulled and half-back to the top of the mountain just to watch a sunrise.

The senior brother who loved the mountains and fields and took him to the back mountain to climb trees every year after he was eight years old.

He will always remember that they were blocked in the cave by a heavy rain that year. When the next day the wind stopped and the rain stopped, the forest was filled with mist. The plum boat sat at the entrance of the cave, looked at the water curtain outside the cave, chanted a sentence and walked to the end of the water, and sat and watched the clouds appear when the clouds rose.

Chen Fengmian felt that his hands were very hot, but he couldn't let go.

The hot and spicy pain spread from the palm of your hand to the bottom of your heart.

The senior brother smiled in his ears, and sighed helplessly: "Xiaomian."

He thought his senior brother was just willful, just being tied up by things, just...

Thousands of ideas cannot withstand the understatement of Bo Qingrong's words.

For Chen Fengmian, the master is both a master and a father, and Mei Zhou is nominally his senior brother, but he grew up together, in his heart, the senior brother is his elder brother.

He could not imagine what such a proud senior brother would look like if he lost his legs.

"Boss Shen?" Bo Qingrong leaned over slightly, wondering: "What's wrong with you?"

Chen Fengmian's heart was surging, and there was a faint smell of rust in his mouth, but he pressed down, gasped, and his eyes staring at Bo Qingrong gradually calmed down from sharpness: "...It's okay."

He slowly loosened the teacup and poured the tea slowly.

Calm down, Chen Fengmian told himself that he must be calm and pulled the corners of his mouth without any haste: "Boss Bo knows my senior brother."

This is not a question, but a certainty.

Bo Qingrong was stunned for a moment, and suddenly came to his senses and a chill on his back.

From beginning to end, Chen Fengmian talked about his senior brother and never mentioned the name Mei Zhou.

He looked at Chen Fengmian Feng Qingyundan's face in a steady state, and then slowly moved it to his hand holding the pot.

The palm of his palm was covered in red. Thinking about the temperature of the cup just now, his hand was definitely burned.

But Chen Fengmian seemed to have no idea, and even had a slight smile on his face.

In just a few seconds, a thin layer of sweat rose on Bo Qingrong's back.

He opened his mouth and said with difficulty: "Well, I've seen it."

“When did you see me?”

Bo Qingrong looked at him vigilantly and said nothing.

Fortunately, Shen Fengmian was about to leave and did not ask in detail: "Hey, my senior brother has indeed... been... guilty. Oh, don't mention him, where did we just talk about it? Yes, this porcelain bottle, thin boss, or you still have red underglaze?"

His topic turned too fast, and Bo Qingrong was still thinking about Mei Zhou, but he couldn't come back to his senses: "Ah? Oh, I want it."

"Okay." Chen Fengmian stood up, calmed down, then reached out and picked up the porcelain bottle and placed it gently.

In front of Bo Qingrong: "This wealthy bamboo is given to Boss Bo."

Bo Qingrong's scalp was numb because of his stare. He hurriedly nodded, got up and walked out: "Okay, I'll ask someone to bring the porcelain bottle for you too."

Looking at his back, Chen Fengmian's eyes became colder inch by inch.

But he still followed with a smile on his face and chatted with the vigilant shopkeeper Song with a smile.

When the clerk brought the porcelain bottle, Bo Qingrong reached out to take it and was about to hand it over to Chen Fengmian, Xiaoba came forward alertly and took it: "Hehe, just give it to me. You don't have to do this kind of rough work by the boss."

Manager Song, who was listening to the movement here with his ears pricked up, his eyes turned dark.

I was just indoors just now, and there are so many people outside now...

Especially the boss of his own nodded and still nodded and agreed, even praised Xiao Bay for being sensible.

Manager Song closed his eyes and stopped talking nonsense. He personally sent Chen Fengmian downstairs.

When he went downstairs, many people came to say hello to Shen Fengmian. Chen Fengmian smiled and greeted, as if he was watching and listening carefully, but in fact, his mind was already drifting away.

He returned to Zhenpinzhai with deep and shallow feet, and Chen Fengmian fell numbly on the sofa.

Xiao Ba didn't notice something was wrong, so he hummed a little song and placed the porcelain bottle on the counter, and wiped it clean inside and out with a rag.

"Boss, this porcelain bottle looks so good!" He took a happy photo, uploaded the official account as usual, turned to see Chen Fengmian: "It's this price... how much is the right one?"

Xiao Ba was a little surprised after not hearing Chen Fengmian's answer for a long time.

Putting down his phone, hesitantly walked over and looked: "Boss...Boss?"

Seeing the pain of Chen Fengmian's eyes clearly, he was startled: "Brother Chen, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Fengmian raised his head in a daze, and after a while he came to his senses, he took a deep breath: "I'm fine."

He reached out and pressed his hand on the armrest of the sofa, trying to support himself and stand up. As soon as he exerted force, his whole arm trembled: "Hiss."

Xiao Ba quickly reached out to support him, glanced at him and was stunned: "Brother Chen, why is your hand so hot! Is it hot?"

But Chen Fengmian just looked down at his palm, but there was no movement again.

Damn it.

Xiaoba hurriedly helped him sit down again, took cold water to rinse him. After thinking about it, he ran out to buy a scald cream.

As a result, when I came back, I saw Qin Qingyue sleeping around Chen Feng with a puzzled look on his face.

"Miss Qin!" Xiao Ba touched her sweat and ran over to stop her: "Don't touch the boss, his hand is burned."

"Hand is burned?" Qin Qingyue looked at Chen Fengmian in surprise and reached out to pull up his wrist.

After just one look, she was shocked. He was so hot that he didn't say anything?

Do you think he is a stubborn person? Don’t he know it hurts?

Although I don’t know what happened, Qin Qingyue was a medical student after all, so she quickly calmed down: “Your medicine is not good, listen to me and go buy a cotton swab…”

She reported a long list, Xiao Ba took her cell phone and wrote it down one by one, turned her head and went out again.

The two of them had a lot of trouble and finally wrapped Chen Fengmian's hand.

Fortunately, the treatment was done in time, but a few small bubbles appeared and the peeling did not peel, otherwise it would be a big trouble if infected.

Qin Qingyue sighed and heard Xiaoba talking in a nagging voice, and felt angry: "You said he was burned like this in Rongshengtang? They were embarrassed to let him come back like this? I'm shameless, I'll go find them!"

Hearing the three words Rong Shengtang, Chen Fengmian subconsciously clenched his fists, but was soon awakened by severe pain.

He looked down at himself wrapped in gauze, and finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse: "Stop."
Chapter completed!