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Gu Qingning smiled lightly, followed his will, "Okay."

When Wen Yi came back from washing her hands, she saw them talking and laughing, her eyes dimmed.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a servant walking over with soup, she looked around calmly, and quietly stretched out her foot.

The servant stumbled without noticing, and out of inertia, he leaned forward, splashing the hot soup in Heng Heng's direction.

She exclaimed, "Be careful..."

Gu Qingning and Wen Ye reacted extremely quickly, they shot almost at the same time.

Su Bai's hand embraced Heng Heng into his arms, the movement was extremely fast.

With a bang, the soup container shattered to the ground, and the soup was still steaming.

Mrs. Wen lost her voice in fright.

Gu Qingning hugged Heng Heng, looked down at him carefully, as if to confirm whether his body was injured.

"Hengheng, are you not hurt?"

Heng Heng was frightened, her face turned pale slightly, and she shook her head.

Wen Ye sharply saw Gu Qingning's reddened hand, and his face suddenly sank, "Qingning, your hand..."

His words made Mr. Wen's eyes shift to Gu Qingning's hands.

When she saw her scalded hand, Mrs. Wen's face tightened.

She walked around the dining table and walked quickly to Gu Qingning's side.

"It's all hot, go run some cold water."

Mr. Wen stretched out his arms to hug Hengheng, with a worried expression on his face, "Ah Zhen, go get the burn ointment."

"I'm going right now."

Ah Zhen left the dining room in a hurry.

Mrs. Wen dragged Gu Qingning into the kitchen, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, a successful sneer flashed in Wen Yi's eyes.

Wen Ye called the servants and asked them to clean up the mess on the ground.

"Uncle, your hands were also burned." Wen Zhuo noticed his hands with a complicated expression.

Mrs. Wen came out, just in time to hear what he said, and looked at Wen Ye eagerly, "Ah Ye, let me see how your hand is doing."

Wen Ye glanced at his reddened wrist, and said indifferently, "Small injury, it's fine."

Compared to Qingning, his injury should be considered a minor injury.

Besides, he is a big man, and he is not afraid of a little scar on his body.

Mrs. Wen took his hand to check the injury, gave him a reproachful look, and urged, "What a small injury, hurry up and pour cold water on it so that you can apply the medicine."

Touching the firmness in her eyes, Wen Ye reluctantly said hello and left the dining room.

After a while, Gu Qingning came out from the kitchen.

The sleeves were loosely tied, the burnt skin was very conspicuous, and the wrist and the back of the hand were red all over.

"Sister Ning." Heng Heng ran over, looking at her injured hand, with tears in her eyes.

The soft voice was stained with crying, "Does your hand hurt?"

Gu Qingning pursed her lips, raised her uninjured hand, and touched his head, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

"Qingning, hurry up and apply the ointment." Mrs. Wen took the burn ointment from Ah Zhen's hand and directly helped her apply the ointment.

Just after wiping her, Wen Ye came back after changing clothes.

Mrs. Wen walked over with the scald ointment, and smeared his scalded wrist.

A good meal turned into such a mess, and Mr. Wen felt bad in his heart.

He looked at the servant who overturned the hot soup, and said in a deep voice, "How did you serve it? Why didn't you be careful with the hot soup?"

The servant lowered his head, his face was terrified, as if he was about to cry.

She faltered and said, "I didn't mean it, just...someone tripped me just now."

When the words came out, everyone's expressions changed.

Mr. Wen asked sharply, "Who tripped you?"