Jing Xiaocha didn't want to delay Wen Jin and Ou Yihan's date, so he quickly refused, "Brother Wen, Sister Ou is still waiting for you, you can go quickly."

"It doesn't matter."

Wen Jin's voice was calm and low, but it was unquestionably domineering.

Immediately took out my cell phone and dialed Ou Yihan's phone number, "Yihan, I have something to do and can't have dinner with you."

However, in one minute, the line was closed.

When Jing Xiaocha saw that he called Ou Yihan and canceled the date, he stopped saying anything and took him upstairs with him.

When he opened the door, he heard the sound of water coming from the kitchen. Jing Xiaocha went straight to the kitchen, and Zhang Minghui was still standing in front of the pool and rushing towards his hand.

My hands were red and swollen, and my whole hand was burned.

"Why is it so hot?"

Jing Xiaocha looked at Zhang Minghui tightly with his eyebrows. He had a bandage tied with his left hand, and only one of his hands was left. He was now burned like this.

Zhang Minghui's eyes flashed and he said softly, "Aunt, I'm thirsty and want to boil water, but I accidentally burn my hand."

"Isn't there water in the boiling kettle? Why do you still have to boil water?"

"I didn't look at the kettle."

Zhang Minghui seemed a little guilty and dared not look at Jing Xiaocha's eyes.

Wen Jin, who followed in, glanced over Zhang Minghui's hand, tied a bandage with his left hand, and was scalded red and swollen with his hands. The pot of boiling water was thrown on the ground, and the water was covered with water.

"You are so capable. Your hands holding the kettle can burn this way."

Wen Jinliang's soft voice sounded behind Jing Xiaocha, bent down and picked up the kettle.

When Zhang Minghui saw Wen Jin, his eyes shrank, and he looked at Jing Xiaocha pitifully, and said with red eyes, "Aunt, let's go to the hospital, my hands hurt so much."

Wen Jin took the kettle forward and looked at Zhang Minghui condescendingly, "Are you using the kettle with your right hand or the kettle with your left hand?"

Zhang Minghui pursed his lips and refused to answer.

Jing Xiaocha explained to him, "Brother Wen, his hand is still wrapped in a bandage, so he can only use his right hand."

Wen Jin curled her lips and smiled, "That's interesting. You want to pour the cup outside with the kettle, but in the kitchen you poured the kettle. And even if you didn't lift it on the floor that fell steadily, your feet should be burned. How could it be your right hand holding the kettle?"

Confusion flashed in Jing Xiaocha's eyes, and he looked down at Wen Jin's hand holding the kettle, just as he said, if Zhang Minghui was accidentally, he would not lift it steadily.

The kettle fell from the ground and spilled out boiling water. The one who was burned should be his feet, and he couldn't see his hands no matter how hard he did.

She suddenly let go of Zhang Minghui's hand, walked out of the kitchen quickly, and came to Zhang Minghui's desk on the balcony.

Before leaving, he only wrote an initial consonant and threw the pen aside.

In the kitchen, Zhang Minghui glared at Wen Jin hatefully, saying that this guy was blamed for his fault.

Wen Jin looked at him leisurely. Just now he entered the room and glanced at the balcony, where there was a desk with paper and pen.

He knew Zhang Minghui's bad deeds. Now, seeing Jing Xiaocha return with a cold face, Wen Jin knew that Zhang Minghui did not do his homework and did not study, so he had to do his only one to do his homework.

This little thing is really cruel.

So cruel to myself.

"Zhang Minghui, do you think you are very smart and can stop doing your homework and studying if you have burned hands?"

Jing Xiaocha came to Zhang Minghui and asked coldly.

"I don't."

Zhang Minghui's eyes were clearly shining with guilt. He didn't dare to look at Jing Xiaocha's eyes, but he was still stubbornly refused to admit it.

Jing Xiaocha snorted coldly, "You are injured in both hands and cannot study, write, and you cannot count the agreement with me. I cannot leave you here for free for free food and drink. I will send you back now."

When Zhang Minghui heard that he was going to send him back, he was anxious.

This is different from what he thought.

He originally thought that as long as he had a burned hand, he could not do his homework for the time being, and eat and drink for free here.

Why did it become to send him away now?

"Aunt, I won't go back."

Zhang Minghui grabbed Jing Xiaocha's sleeve and didn't care about his swollen hands being scalded.

If he was sent back, his grandmother, who was not close to him, wouldn't pity him? She would definitely ask him to work every day.

Jing Xiaocha had a calm face and his tone was firm and unconventional. "We can't do anything about our agreement now, why can I support you in vain?"

"Aunt, I was wrong."

Zhang Minghui is a person who dares to admit his mistakes.

"Where were you wrong?"

"I shouldn't have burned my hand just to not do my homework. Aunt, I promise you that there will be no next time. Even if my hand is burned, I can still do my homework."

“…”

Jing Xiaocha gave him a look that a genius believed in you.

Zhang Minghui gritted his teeth, took the notebook in her hand, ran to his desk, sat down and wrote.

Wen Jin glanced at Zhang Minghui who ran over to do his homework, then withdrew his gaze, looked at Jing Xiaocha next to him, and whispered, "It's right for you to do this, you can't indulge him."

"If Brother Wen hadn't found out, I would have been deceived by him."

Jing Xiaocha said with sigh.

It seems that I haven't been with Zhang Minghui for too long. Zhang Minghui is such a bad child.

Wen Jin smiled, "It seems that he has weaknesses, as long as you have the right method, you can teach him well."

Wen Jin noticed just now that Zhang Minghui's hands were very rough and there were calluses in his palms. He was unwilling to take them back.

It seems that he is willing to live in Jing Xiaocha.

Wen Jin and Jing Xiaocha left the kitchen and came to the living room. Zhang Minghui ran over with a notebook and looked at Jing Xiaocha with a eager look, "Aunt, I can write."

Jing Xiaocha took the book he handed over and wrote a few more after the first initial consonant. The ones written in the latter were more correct than the one in the previous one.

It’s not that he doesn’t know how to write, he just doesn’t want to write.

"You are so thick-skinned and don't have to go to the hospital. You can apply ointment and finish the homework your aunt told you."

This ointment was produced in Wenjin Pharmaceutical Factory. When he got off the car just now, he picked up one.

Although Zhang Minghui felt a little aggrieved, he didn't dare to say no. He was really a boy with thick skin and flesh. His hands were so hot that he didn't cry. The grievance just now should have been pretending to be.

When Jing Xiaocha applied ointment to him, he just gritted his teeth and did not squeak.

Wen Jin sat aside and watched this scene calmly, hoping that this lesson would allow Zhang Minghui to remember and not have any trouble again.
Chapter completed!