First Lady

Lan Shan drank in a low voice, "Don't call me, I'm very angry now." She waited for him at home all day, and didn't come back until night...

He said that he wanted to accompany her to have lunch, and that he wanted her to wait for her, but he himself smelled of alcohol, and his hands were full of wounds, and he didn't bandage them. Didn't he do it on purpose to make her feel distressed?

Ming Ye looked at Lan Shan's back as she turned to leave, and wanted to grab her to prevent her from leaving, but Lan Shan went upstairs without looking back.

He leaned weakly on the sofa, under the dim light, the tall figure of Ming Ye looked extremely lonely.

Even if there was something strange about that incident, Lanshan should have met Wei Shuo, why didn't she tell him? [

Just when Ming Ye thought that Lan Shan would not care about him anymore, she came down from the stairs with the medicine box at home, because she was angry, and stepped heavily.

Turn on the light in the living room, walk in front of Ming Ye, grab his injured hand roughly, silently and carefully wipe the wooden thorns on the wound of Qingli, although his face is stern, but his movements are very light, for fear of hurting tomorrow night.

Lan Shan's actions finally put a smile on Ming Ye's face, "Shanshan, don't be angry with me...it wasn't intentional."

He just couldn't control it, and he couldn't bear to hurt Lanshan, so he could only hurt himself.

"..."

Lan Shan remained silent, she didn't even raise her head, her body was already petite, but now squatting in front of Ming Ye, she looked more like a child.

"Shanshan, I really don't hurt, really..."

Lan Shan's eyes were red, and there were still wet tears on her face, Ming Ye's hands that wiped the medicine were heavy several times.

Ming Ye's face turned pale from the pain, but she still didn't make a sound. Lan Shan gritted her teeth and shouted angrily:

"You don't hurt, I hurt, I feel bad, okay... Are you torturing yourself like this, or are you running back to torture me?"

Ming Ye called softly: "Shanshan..."

"Don't call me, tell me what happened today."

"..." Ming Ye lowered his head slowly, he also wanted to say, but couldn't say it.

Lan Shan glanced at Ming Ye lightly, grabbed the gauze and bound his hands, "Okay, if you don't tell me, I will figure it out myself."

After finishing speaking, he went back to the room, closed the door with a bang, and locked it inside.

With all her energy exhausted, Lan Shan lay on the bed, thinking over and over again, she felt that this matter must have something to do with her...

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