Cong Shan looked at the wound on his waist, touched his hand, and the blood immediately stained his fingers.

The man frowned. At this time, Tang Shi took the clothes from outside, pulled a gap and reached in, "For you."

It's Han Rang's coat.

Cong Shan's voice was low, "Thank you."

"It's okay." Tang Shi closed the door, and her voice came from outside the door, "Next time... don't suddenly appear like this."

After all, this has little impact.

Cong Shan responded lightly, and the phone on the sink was placed aside and vibrated. He opened it and took a look. It was a message sent by his subordinates.

Cong Shan looked at the last row of words sent by his subordinates, his eyes became deeper, and the pain from his waist made him come back to his senses. Tang Shi frowned outside, "Why can I smell the smell of blood?"

Cong Shan's face immediately changed, he put his phone back, turned on the cold water and directly hit his wound. The blood was washed away, and the tender flesh was turned on. Cong Shan groaned, and Tang Shi said, "Did you fall inside?"

"...No." Cong Shan was silent, "I'm fine, you go out."

"Oh OK, I'll make a room for you tonight."

Tang Shi knocked on the door outside and said hello, then walked out. After a while, Tang Wei walked in, and he murmured softly, "Brother Cong Shan? Can I come in?"

He stopped calling him uncle, but changed his way to call Cong Shan brother, which made Cong Shan stunned.

Tang Wei took his silence as his default. The child quietly pushed a crack from outside and saw Cong Shan taking a bath. The cold to hot water sprayed out from under the shower head. Cong Shan stood there, with a light pink blood spreading under his feet.

After Tang Wei came in, he closed the door and held a medical box in his hand.

Cong Shan squatted down, his face was wet with water, and his face was a little too white under the steam, "Why are you here?"

"Because I thought you might be injured."

Tang Wei took a few steps forward to open the medicine box, "It doesn't matter, everyone is a boy, don't be shy."

"..." Cong Shanxin said that Tang Wei was thinking very openly.

"You are sitting on the edge of the bathtub." Tang Wei ordered him, "I brought anti-inflammatory drugs and new hemostatic gauze, I'll change it for you."

Cong Shan was silent and completely exposed his wound to Tang Wei. The child quickly took advantage of the hot water sprinkled from above to clean the wound. Then Cong Shan turned off the faucet and wiped his body dry.

Tang Wei sprayed him with sterilization and disinfection potion, and the stinging pain made the man frown.

"You were chased, so you sneaked into this house, right?"

Tang Wei seemed to have seen through everything, reached out and pressed his wound, squeezed out some of his clumping blood, and then squeezed some ointment on it.

"You can't go to the hospital for your wounds, otherwise it will be exposed." Tang Wei said softly, his actions were still orderly, "I know you are not my uncle anymore, Brother Cong Shan."

Cong Shan reached out and pressed Tang Wei's head, his voice hoarse, "Sorry."

"You don't have to say sorry." Tang Wei's eyelashes trembled. "You came with mommy to lie to me because I was afraid that I would be sad, I can understand."

Tang Wei looked at Cong Shan’s wound, “Who got it? Is it the man named Cong Xi?”

"Yes." Cong Shan did not escape. Faced with Tang Wei's maturity, he chose to confess, "I'm sorry for being involved in you."

"Not involved."

Tang Wei looked up and said, "Don't let my mommy know that you are injured. She will only worry foolishly, and then let you stay for a few more days."

"I know."

Cong Shan's voice was difficult, and Tang Wei thought it very clearly. If Tang Shi kept Cong Shan for a few more days, he would be likely to be caught up by the assassinated person, which would affect Tang Shi's life safety.

Among Tang Wei's life values, his mother Tang poetry ranks first.

So he said this to Cong Shan, and the meaning was that he should not stay for too long. If the injury healed, leave quickly and try not to drag my mother down.

Cong Shan understood, but had no way to refute it.

Tang Wei took gauze and circled around his waist. His technique was obviously very skillful, "You have done it myself before?"

"No, this is the first time." Tang Wei replied lightly, his indifferent expression actually looked a bit like Bo Ye.

After all, it is a father and son, and even the calmness and rationality in their nature are the same.

"I remember I told you before."

Finally rebanded it, Tang Wei took the marker and drew a love heart on it. The child's evil taste made Cong Shan want to laugh a little.

"I said that after you go out, don't contact us again, whether it's life or death."

The person he helped escape at the airport last time was Cong Shan.

Tang Wei looked up, "At that time, I knew that your identity was very dangerous. That's why I said you shouldn't come to us, the farther away from us, the better. It's too unsafe for people like you to be by our side. Let me give you an example, if your existence threatens Mommy, can you protect her?"

His words were so blunt that they could be called cruel.

Cong Shan was silent. He could not say a word when facing Tang Wei's directness.

"Because you saved us once, I chose to help you." Tang Wei stood up, sorted out the medicine box, and took out a few anti-inflammatory drugs for him, "Remember to take it when you sleep at night, don't let the wound get infected with water."

Cong Shan took it, and Adam's apple moved up and down, with a complicated feeling in her eyes, "Since you know that I am in danger, Tang Wei, why are you driving me away... and trying to help me treat my wound?"

He was communicating with Tang Wei in the tone of a man like himself.

The little boy looked up and looked at Cong Shan, and said without hesitation, "Because my mommy believes in you, I will help you."

The joy, anger, sorrow and happiness of Tang poetry are all the reasons for his actions.

Cong Shan pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled, "If Tang Shi knew you were like this, she would definitely be very happy."

"No, don't let her know, don't."

Tang Wei whispered softly, "If I want to protect her, I just need to stand in the dark. My mother doesn't have to do anything or understand anything. Once she knows, she will definitely worry, and what I want is her innocence for life."

The little boy was too precocious and meticulous, and built a strong wall in the shadows to block all the invasion of wind, frost, rain and snow for Tang Shi.

Cong Shan suddenly understood what the heavy and strong emotions in Tang Wei's eyes were called.

He had seen that emotion in his eyes when he looked at Bo Ye Jinghong.
Chapter completed!