you look a little handsome

Chapter 62

The pots and pans on the cupboard fell and hit the floor, making a series of harsh noises.

Just as old man Fan turned his head to look, Fan Yihang had already pulled away Fang Haifan who was blocking the door and rushed into the kitchen. At the same time, he quickly took off his coat and waved it towards Luo Weiwei's hand.

"It's...on fire...!!"

Fang Haifan belatedly pointed at Luo Weiwei's sleeve that was originally on fire but had been extinguished by Fan Yihang and shouted, "Come on! Come on! Come on! Put out the fire!"

The men in suits who were guarding the gate rushed in one after another when they heard the commotion inside. Many of them even found buckets and ran over with a bucket full of water.

But not only was there no fire in the kitchen, but there was not even a trace of smoke. Apart from a faint smell of burnt smell, there was no trace of fire, but the mess all over the place looked a bit scary.

"Are you okay?" Old Man Fan was so frightened that his voice was hoarse.

It's not a trivial matter to treat guests to dinner and cause them to be injured.

"I'm fine..." Luo Weiwei raised her sleeve and said awkwardly, "It's just a little bit burned..."

The bodyguards at the kitchen door stared wide-eyed, and silently put down the bucket and the fire hose pulled from the yard.

Fang Haifan coughed dryly, pointed to the ground and said, "Leave a few people here to deal with it."

"Yes." The bodyguards ordered and began to clean up the mess on the ground.

Luo Weiwei put her hands back into her slightly burned sleeves, and apologized regretfully: "I'm really sorry for making the kitchen like this..."

Just as Fan Zengming was about to speak, Fan Yihang spoke first: "Why do you do these things when you know I'm sorry? Are you my servant?"

Luo Weiwei pursed her lips and lowered her head in embarrassment.

She never thought that Fan Yihang would not give her face in front of so many people, if she knew she would not...

"Why did you talk to Weiwei? She is my guest!" Old Master Fan became upset and helped her speak.

Fan Yihang retorted coldly: "Does anyone ask customers to cook by themselves?"

"I..." Mr. Fan was at a loss for words for a moment.

Fan Yihang turned his gaze to Luo Weiwei again, and said in an orderly tone: "Stretch out your hand!"

"...for what?"

Luo Weiwei hid her hands back guiltily, but as soon as she made this movement, Fan Yihang grabbed her wrist and pulled her in front of her.

The back of his hand, which was burnt to the point of being tender red, was exposed to the air. Old Man Fan took a breath when he saw it, and stepped forward: "Why don't you tell me you're injured?"

Luo Weiwei pursed her lips silently.

She has made the kitchen of other people's homes like this, how can she say that she was injured?
Before she could react, Fan Yihang had already clasped her wrist and walked to the sink, turned on the faucet and put her hands in cold water to rinse.

"Kids in kindergarten know what to do with burns, Luo Weiwei, are you a fool?" Fan Yihang didn't give her any face.

In view of the presence of an adult, Luo Weiwei couldn't refute, she just frowned and gave Fan Yihang a hard look, slandering in her heart: What the hell, how dare you call Brother Luo a fool!

Fan Yihang also looked at her coldly, his eyes were dark, hiding many emotions that Luo Weiwei could not understand.

Luo Weiwei noticed that Fan Yihang's eyes were full of thin red bloodshot eyes, as if he hadn't slept all night - every time the fat guy Song Ningyuan played games all night, his eyes were like this.

Just as he was about to ask, Old Master Fan coughed dryly twice and said, "It's almost finished, you take her up to apply some medicine. There is a medicine box next to my bookcase, so as not to cause air bubbles in her hands."

Luo Weiwei said subconsciously: "It's okay, I have thick skin, so I don't usually have air bubbles."

Old Man Fan frowned, and said in an unquestionable tone: "What if we don't deal with it? Yihang, take her up."

This time, Fan Yihang listened to Fan Zengming's words very much, grabbed her wrist tightly, and led her directly outside the kitchen to the second floor.

Luo Weiwei frowned, God knows how much she didn't want to be in the same room with Fan Yihang, but who made her accidentally burn her hands?

Hey……

Luo Weiwei sighed in her heart, and resigned herself to going upstairs with Fan Yihang.

Looking at the backs of the two "hand in hand", Fang Haifan took a second look with interest, then turned to ask Mr. Fan who supervised the bodyguards to deal with the sundries on the ground: "Who is this little girl?"

"That boy's friend." Old Master Fan said, pointing to the kitchen waste and told him, "Don't throw the glass in that trash can, or the community garbage collectors will pierce your hands."

Fang Haifan's eyes lit up, and he leaned over: "Does our young master have friends?"

As soon as the words came out, Old Man Fan immediately turned his head and glared at him: "What do you mean? Why can't my grandson have friends?!"

"Yes yes yes..." Fang Haifan nodded repeatedly.

He is currently the assistant of Mr. Chai, but before that he was the personal assistant of the deceased Chairman Fan, and occasionally he was responsible for picking up Fan Yihang to let him go to school or something. Except for Fan Yihang's little "Mr. Zhao", he But I have never seen the young master have other friends, and she is a woman!
Nothing!
Sure enough, it made sense for the old chairman to take the young master to the countryside. Isn't this a huge improvement!

Thinking of this, Fang Haifan asked worriedly: "The young master's illness..."

"What's the disease?!" Old Master Fan stared at him again: "It's just you guys who have nothing to do and always think that my grandson is sick. I think you are the only one who is sick!"

Fang Haifan didn't dare to speak anymore.

Although he could reply, "Why take him back to his hometown when you are not sick", even if you lend him three hundred more guts, he would not dare to mention Fan Yihang's illness in front of Mr. Fan.

……

upstairs.

Luo Weiwei was led all the way to Mr. Fang's room by Fan Yihang. The room was very bright and clean, and even the quilt was folded like tofu.

Luo Weiwei couldn't help but ask, "Did your grandfather serve as a soldier?"

Fan Yihang ignored her and turned to look for the medical kit.

She doesn't care, anyway, Fan Yihang has always been a boring gourd, and he simply said to himself: "Actually, I have always wanted to be a soldier for a while, to defend the motherland, how cool is it?"

Fan Yihang opened the medical kit, found the burn ointment, pulled a chair for Luo Weiwei to sit on, and pulled another one himself, and then said coldly: "Hand!"

Luo Weiwei passed her hand obediently, and continued: "Actually, besides being a soldier, I also want to be a policeman, because my wallet was stolen by a thief for a while, but after going home and talking about it, my mother thought it was me. Spent the money, deliberately making excuses. So I really want to be a policeman, and wash away my grievances when I grow up..."

Halfway through her speech, she gasped and frowned delicately.

"Take it easy!"

Fan Yihang didn't speak, but the action of applying the ointment was much gentler, and Luo Weiwei hardly felt any pain.

She continued, "Later, I wanted to be..."

"Luo Weiwei." Fan Yihang stopped applying the ointment and looked up at her.

Looking at each other, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the memory of last night came back to her mind.

(End of this chapter)