It was rare that this little girl showed that she cared about him so unabashedly, why didn't he enjoy it for a while?

"Qiao Shaoan, how is your hand injured?" Seeing that he suddenly stopped talking, Song Xiyue couldn't help but look up at him and asked about the injury with concern.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!" Qiao Shaoan immediately assumed the attitude of a man and replied nonchalantly, "As a man, it's not a big deal if you bleed a little!"

"Why did your finger get injured? How did it happen?" Song Xiyue looked at a doctor's chubby index finger wrapped in white gauze and frowned, showing a worried and distressed expression.

"I thought I'd been holding scalpels for so many years, but I didn't expect that I actually fell down on a small kitchen knife today!" Qiao Shaoan said this to adjust the atmosphere. Seeing that she was still staring at him and waiting for an answer, he touched his nose awkwardly.

He explained, "I was actually chopping your favorite ribs. Unexpectedly, the bones were too hard, and I cut myself when my hand slipped."

"It's enough to have this intention." Song Xiyue heard that he specially cooked for her, her tone softened a little, and she worried, "It's so cold now, I don't know if the wound will get worse?"

"Don't worry, I'm a doctor. Can such a small injury still trouble me?" Upon seeing this, Qiao Shaoan immediately waved his hand to indicate that he had not hit the vital point.

Yin Mochen remained silent, but when Ye Zhixia looked towards him and asked with eyes, he put his index finger to his lips and made a silent gesture, and shook his head slightly.

Ye Zhixia understood what he meant from his actions, patted Song Xiyue on the shoulder, and comforted: "Xiaoyue, you will spoil him rotten! I think the uncle had suffered a gunshot wound at the time, so this small injury was not enough."

Some anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving ointments will help you heal soon."

"Well." After all, they were here as guests. In front of good friends, Song Xiyue felt that her reaction was too fussy. She nodded and let go of Qiao Shaoan, turned to Ye Zhixia and said, "Xia Xia, what did we just do?

Where did we end up talking? Let’s move on.”

"Okay!" The two of them returned to the sofa and chatted while watching TV.

Qiao Shaoan, who was suddenly treated coldly, looked at his fingers, watched his girlfriend walk away, and complained in the direction of the sofa: "Little Yueyue, you can't value friends over sex!"

"You should learn more about cooking skills from our uncle, and you won't have to cut your fingers in the future!" Ye Zhixia lay down comfortably on the back of the sofa and waved to them,

"Hurry up and cook, my daughter will be hungry soon!"

The three ‘bad guys’ have reached school age, but since they were tutored individually by tutors hired by Ivan at a high price during their stay in Italy, their learning progress has already far exceeded the level of children of the same age.

The reason why the house is so quiet today is because they are doing the homework assigned to them by Yin Mochen in the study upstairs.

But considering the time, it should be almost completed.

Sure enough, not long after, Hao Hao ran downstairs smelling the aroma of food.

"Mom, is lunch ready?" A crisp question came from before the person arrived.

"Bai Hui, look who's here?" Ye Zhixia looked at her daughter running down the stairs and pointed at the woman sitting next to her.
Chapter completed!