Chapter 287 Don't bully my son (8)
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His dark and lifeless pupils turned slowly,
The white hand was raised slightly, probing in mid-air, as if trying to find her position.
He doesn't seem to have any airs, just communicating with her very gently,
The injured hand slowly stretched behind him, explaining to her in a low voice.
Yun Si avoided his wound, grabbed his finger,
Even though he knew he couldn’t see, he shook his head and said,
"It doesn't catch the eye, the young master is very good, don't think too much about it, the young master."
Gu Zisu touched her hand and smiled slowly.
The eyelashes trembled slightly, peaceful and elegant.
"Young master, is there a medicine box here?"
Yun Si asked without hope.
He nodded silently, "It's in the box."
Probably because he has been bullied a lot, he will prepare some medicine himself in case of accidents.
Yun Si agreed and went to open the box.
Turn out the medicine and treat his wound.
Gu Zisu had scratches on both hands, one was more serious, and Shi Shuo scratched it deeper.
The other hand is fine, just a slight scratch.
Yun Si carefully bandaged him up before taking the medicine back.
During the whole process of applying the medicine, Gu Zisu was very quiet.
The empty eyeballs were motionless, the pupils were dilated, and there was no focus.
After feeling that Yun Si had finished bandaging, he slowly withdrew his hand and pursed his lips.
Two people are quiet,
Outside the yard, there was a voice.
The gate of the yard was closed with a creak, and a hurried sound broke the silence in the house.
"Young Master! Young Master! I'm back—"
Zhuqing ran in holding two steamed buns that were still warm.
Panting, with sweat on his forehead.
Before Zhu Qing had time to claim credit, she saw Yun Si standing next to Gu Zisu.
A living girl appeared in the son's boudoir.
Zhuqing was stunned on the spot, looking at her son, then at Yun Si,
"Who are you!?"
Zhuqing put down the steamed bun, her eyes wary.
Seeing that his son was still very close to her, he immediately pushed the wheelchair away, increasing the distance between the two of them.
Gu Zisu coughed slightly in a low voice, raised his hand to cover his lips, and suppressed the low cough.
The slender eyelashes are as long as ink, drooping slightly,
The lip color was thin, and she pursed slightly, "Zhuqing, it's okay, she is Miss Yunsi."
"Who is Yun Si?"
Zhuqing looked Yunsi up and down, her face full of displeasure,
"Young Master, she is a woman, and logically speaking, she shouldn't be here."
Yun Si nodded, agreeing, "Normally speaking, it shouldn't appear."
"But... I'm a new maid recruited by the butler, and I'm assigned to the young master for rough use."
Yun Si tilted her head and smiled, without changing her expression or her heart beating.
"I am a servant girl, so I can naturally appear to serve the young master."
Zhuqing frowned after hearing this, and retorted on the spot, "How is that possible!"
"That housekeeper treated my son so badly, how could it be possible—"
"Bamboo green!"
The snow-colored man in the wheelchair interrupted him with a deep voice.
Perhaps because of too much force,
He suddenly began to cough, one after another, coughing very rapidly.
Fingers slightly curled up, covering lips,
Shoulders trembled slightly, as if his face was paler.
The pair of dark and lifeless pupils remained motionless, like flawed sculptures, stiff and empty.
Zhuqing didn't dare to speak at once, so she hurriedly gave him the best of luck.
"Son, how are you? Are you okay?"
"Shall I go to the doctor to have a look at it for you?"
(end of this chapter)