After seeing Fu Shiyan's comforting eyes, Jiang Shu felt a little more relieved and stood up half-pushed, his fingers still dripping with blood.
Fu Shiyan took out a tissue, wiped the blood clean, took the iodine swab from the servant, and treated her wound carefully.
His movements were calm and professional, but if you look closely, you can see some trembling, a small patch of darkness in his eyes, and his tone was not good, "What is more important, the photo or your own hands? If something really happens, do you still want to draw pictures?"
Jiang Shu smiled. He was still thinking that his hands were for design, but at that moment, she really couldn't remember it. She was only afraid that something would happen to the photo, her father and herself would be punished, and she was also afraid that the love in his heart would be ruined.
Bitterness spread at the corner of his mouth, and he raised his head. Jiang's father stood aside and looked at his hands nervously, full of guilt.
He seemed to be awake, but he did not dare to speak.
"Fu Shiyan...my dad really didn't mean it, don't blame him." She repeated it again.
Hearing this, Fu Shiyan's face became darker and darker. After processing it, he threw away the cotton swab and said, "Did I say I blame you for being so worried about me?"
Jiang Shu said nothing.
Fu Shiyan motioned to the servant to bring over the photo, and then said: "Take this one, including the ones in the box, and throw them away."
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Shu was almost shocked, "You..."
"These things are nothing compared to you." He held her hand, "You don't have to hurt yourself for these, do you understand?"
Jiang Shu shook his head and suddenly realized for a moment, "Everyone has been found, so it really doesn't matter. It was me who made a fuss out of a molehill."
Fu Shiyan frowned and didn't let go, "If Wen Shu didn't come back today, I would still say this."
He rarely tells lies, they are all sincere.
Jiang Shu's brows spread and he looked at Jiang's father again.
"Father, don't worry, no one will blame you." Fu Shiyan spoke first, "You can live here with peace of mind, okay?"
Jiang's father looked embarrassed, "I don't know why I was confused just now..."
Jiang Shu immediately said, "Lao Jiang, you can go and rest. It's okay."
Jiang's father hesitated again and again, but finally apologized and gave the two of them a separate space.
After the person left, Jiang Shu pulled his hand back and said, "Just keep these photos, just in case Wen Shu wants them in the future."
Fu Shiyan frowned and looked at her expression carefully.
"I'm sincere, don't look at me like that."
He pinched her face and said, "My Mrs. Fu is not so generous. Are you jealous?"
Jiang Shu was angry, "You've been here for a long time today. It's not just as simple as showing up. What did you talk about?"
Just as Fu Shiyan was about to speak, she guessed: "It's not like he's remembering the past."
Guessing half the truth, he opened his lips, but Jiang Shu pressed his fingers against him, "You don't need to report to me, I don't want to hear it either."
The man suddenly made a strong effort to hold her on his lap, and kissed her.
The kiss was a bit urgent and a bit long. Jiang Shu raised her head and was forced to bear it. She grabbed his collar tightly and could feel his urgency and a little helplessness in it.
Why is he at a loss?
When the kiss ended, the man's lips were full of color, which was breathtaking.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Shu was a little worried.
"Only Mrs. Fu is allowed to block my mouth, but I am not allowed to block Mrs. Fu's mouth?"
Tsk.
Sitting upright, Jiang Shu wrapped his arms around his neck. The man was about to say something, "Xiao Shu..."
Jiang Shu spoke at the same time as him: "Mr. Fu..."