Fu Mohan frowned and said in a deep voice, "Lin Jinran, don't forget what you came here for!"

"I know, I'll pick it for grandpa right away." Lin Jinran ignored Fu Mohan, turned around, and walked towards the nearest dragon fruit.

"It's that uncle, huh, he just knows how to act cool and let girls pick it off."

"I hate this kind of man the most. I will never marry such a man in the future."

"Yes, my father won't let my mother do anything. I want to marry my father."

"No, you can find your father's boyfriend, but you can't marry him."

"Why?"

"My mother said my family can't marry."

Several children murmured without any scruples, and their childish voices reached Fu Mohan's ears.

He turned his head and looked over. The group of chirping children were so frightened that they immediately shut their mouths and dispersed. No one dared to say anything more.

In the distance, Lin Jinran was picking dragon fruit seriously, completely unaware of what just happened.

Fu Mohan looked at Lin Jinran's pretty figure carefully picking fruits from a distance, and took long strides towards her direction.

At this time, Lin Jinran picked one off and put it in the mine. Just as her fingers grabbed the other one, Fu Mohan's cold voice sounded above her head, "Don't pick too many, the old man can't eat it."

"Ah!" Lin Jinran was startled and didn't notice that his finger was pricked by the thorn on the dragon fruit.

It hurt so much that she just wanted to throw away her hand, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and another pair of hands took off her gloves before her.

On the tip of his white finger, a round ball of blood overflowed, and Fu Mohan's brows tightened even more.

"I can do it myself." Lin Jinran shrank back, resisting a little.

Fu Mo said coldly, "Don't move!"

He took out a clean handkerchief and pressed it on her fingertips. The force was a little heavy, and Lin Jinran frowned subconsciously.

Fu Mohan let go and said in a cold voice, "Go and wash your hands."

The place to wash hands was quite far away. Lin Jinran didn't want to make a trip, so he used his other hand to pick up a few dragon fruits and wanted to carry them all away.

Fu Mohan frowned and stretched out his hand, "Give it to me."

Lin Jinran didn't know why, "What."

"basket."

Lin Jinran blinked, a little unbelievable that Fu Mohan was actually carrying the basket.

She was stunned and didn't move. Fu Mohan was impatient with waiting, so he simply reached out and snatched the basket from her hand and held it in his hand.

"Let's go." The other hand grasped Lin Jinran's wrist and strode towards the door.

Lin Jinran couldn't believe it and looked at the man's back along the way. It wasn't until the two of them reached the sink that Fu Mohan let her go.

Lin Jinran lowered his head and silently washed his injured finger. He was still confused about Fu Mohan's behavior just now.

He seemed a little nervous just now.

How could it be? How could he be nervous about her?

Lin Jinran couldn't figure it out and simply stopped thinking about it. Maybe it was an illusion.

The finger was just pricked, and after cleaning it, there was no need to bandage it.

I picked a few dragon fruits in the basket, which should be enough for grandpa to eat. Can they go back?

Lin Jinran was about to tell Fu Mohan to leave when he saw the teacher coming over with the little girl from a distance and greeted her with a smile, "Hello."

"Hello, what's the matter?"
Chapter completed!