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Chapter 453 Inexplicably cute?  ?

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    "Little aunt?"

    "You what's wrong with you?"

    Jiang Che pulled He Wan, and then saw Qiu Kaixin.  Qiu Kaixin and He Wan looked at each other, and then at Jiang Che.

    "My sister accidentally cut her hand when she was chopping vegetables. Do you have a Band-Aid? I want to borrow a Band-Aid."

    Qiu Kaixin: "Is my aunt injured?"

    "I still got hurt from cutting vegetables!"

    Qiu Kaixin suddenly felt like laughing, He Wan gave him a hard look, "Is it that funny?"

    "Don't you know that this girl hasn't cooked for n years?"

    "I didn't know you laughed so hard!!"

    Qiu Kaixin quickly covered his mouth, then nodded, "Okay, okay, I won't laugh, it's fine if you don't laugh!"

    "That Band-Aid I should have it in my room."

    "Wait a minute, I'll find it for you."

    Qiu Kaixin said and ran to his room quickly.

    He Wan slightly broke free from Jiang Che's wrist, and then raised her eyes, "Oh, Cheche, I just accidentally broke my hand, and it's not a big deal. Just go and cook quickly.  I'll put a Band-Aid on myself in a moment."

    Jiang Che: "From now on, you are not allowed to chop vegetables."

    He Wan: "Ah!"

    "Why?"

    Jiang Che: "Because knives are too dangerous."

    He Wan: "Then when you're not at home, I still have to cook for myself."

    Jiang Che: "I'm going on summer vacation soon. It's summer vacation, and I will cook for you at home every day. Before the summer vacation, I will go to Aunt Lin's house to discuss with Aunt Lin, and you will go to Aunt Lin's house for dinner in the future.  "

    "Ah! No way, Jiang Che, you have already thought about it for me."

    "Why!"

    "I don't want to go to Aunt Lin's house to eat all the time, it's not good to go to Aunt Lin's place to eat all the time."

    "There's nothing bad or bad. It's better than hurting yourself."

    He Wan suddenly felt a little helpless, "Oh, didn't I tell you, I was just not careful, just not careful! It's not that every time I chop vegetables, I can hurt my fingers. You really don't need to mobilize people like this.  I don¡¯t know what¡¯s wrong with me.¡±

    Jiang Che didn't seem to want to continue explaining this question, but instead of returning it, after waiting for Qiu Kaixin to bring the band-aid, Jiang Che went to borrow some alcohol and cotton swabs, and then sterilized He Wan's fingers.

    After a process was completed, Qiu Kaixin was stunned watching from the side!  Those who didn't know thought Jiang Che was He Wan's older brother, but He Wan definitely didn't look like Jiang Che's older sister anyway.  The identities of the two seem to be switched.

    "alright."

    "Does my sister's fingers still hurt?"

    He Wan pursed her lips, "It's not that my fingers hurt so much, but I still feel a little bit, but it's acceptable."

    Jiang Che nodded subconsciously, and suddenly blew on He Wan's finger like coaxing a child, "I blew on my sister and it doesn't hurt anymore. Remember not to get wet, and change the band-aid once a day. You just wait obediently."  Just let me obediently finish cooking and feed you, wait for me."

    He Wan suddenly covered her mouth, wanting to laugh.  In other words, Jiang Che really treats her like a child!

    Jiang Che is somehowcute?  ?

    After Jiang Che finished speaking, he ran to the kitchen again.

    He Wan looked down at the Band-Aid in her hand, feeling a little pensive for no reason.  Qiu Kaixin also looked at the Band-Aid in He Wan's hand. When He Wan raised her eyes, the two of them just met their eyes.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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