Chapter 831: Fifth Uncle, You Are So Handsome

Jiang Shan finished speaking, walked around Han Changzhou and went into the house.

Seeing the four dishes and one soup on the table, she turned back to look at Han Changzhou: "Fifth Uncle, wait a moment, I'll go heat up the food for you."

Jiang Shan finished speaking, and went to the kitchen with two dishes.

Han Changzhou wanted to go over to help, but when he thought of Jiang Shan's words "old man", he felt depressed.

Since he was an old man, there was no need to work. He walked to the sofa angrily, picked up the newspaper that he had not finished reading in the afternoon, and read it again.

Just when he was in a bad mood, Jiang Shan suddenly exclaimed "Ah" in the kitchen.

He threw down the newspaper, quickly stood up and pushed open the kitchen door, and saw Jiang Shan shaking her hands with a hissing laugh.

He stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. Seeing that her palm was red, he frowned: "What's the matter?"

"I heated up the soup, and when I poured it into the small porcelain bowl, I poured it too quickly, and the soup splashed out and fell on my hand."

Han Changzhou immediately grabbed Jiang Shan's wrist, led her to the faucet, turned on the faucet and rinsed with cool water.

The burning sensation just now turned into a stinging pain after being swept by the cool water, until the pain slowly disappeared.

He held her hand like this and rinsed for nearly ten minutes.

At first, Jiang Shan's attention was still on her hand, but as the pain disappeared, she realized that the two of them were very close at this moment.

She glanced sideways and saw Han Changzhou bending slightly, with a serious but extremely handsome face just ten centimeters in front of her.

She could clearly see the faint stubble on his chin, and the reflection of the slightly curled eyelashes in his deep black eyes.

Noticing Jiang Shan's gaze, Han Changzhou moved his eyes from her hand to her face: "What? Does it still hurt?"

Jiang Shan immediately withdrew her gaze from the other party, shook her head, and tried to retract her hand: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Then why are you looking at me? Do you have something to say?"

Jiang Shan felt guilty like a child who was caught stealing candy. She grinned and said frankly: "It's nothing, I just think that you are so handsome, Uncle Wu. When you were young, you must have seduced a lot of girls."

Seeing that she could talk nonsense again, it must be that it didn't hurt anymore. Han Changzhou let go of her hand, turned off the faucet, and said sullenly: "Let's go to the hospital."

"Where are you going?"

"You have a burn, you need to take medicine."

"No need," she looked down at the slightly red spot on the back of her hand, "it doesn't hurt anymore, no need for medicine, just apply some sesame oil."

After she finished speaking, she turned around to find sesame oil, but Han Changzhou frowned. What nonsense, why touch sesame oil.

He pulled Jiang Shan's wrist and led her out of the kitchen.

He had seen a small medicine box under the TV cabinet before, and wondered if there would be suitable medicine in it.

He asked Jiang Shan to sit on the sofa, and he went to get the medicine box and opened it.

After all, Tian Wenzhe studied medicine, and the daily medicines he prepared for the family were quite complete. In addition to medicines for headaches, fever, diarrhea and enteritis, there was actually a small iron can of burn medicine.

He took the ointment and came to the sofa. After dipping his fingers in it, he held Jiang Shan's hand with one palm facing up, and rubbed the ointment around her base with the other hand, spreading it evenly on the red and swollen area. A cool feeling spread instantly.

But at this moment, Jiang Shan's attention fell on Han Changzhou's face again: "Fifth Uncle, you really look..."

Han Changzhou did not raise his head, but said in a light tone: "If you want to talk nonsense again, just shut your mouth."

Jiang Shan chuckled: "Why don't you let people compliment you? If you compliment me, I will definitely not refute you and don't believe you."

Han Changzhou raised his eyes and glanced at her: "Are you always so... shameless when you talk?"

"How can I be shameless? I can't even tell the truth. Besides, am I not worthy of praise? Others say that I am good-looking and have a good figure. Don't you see that? Don't you... have no taste?"

Han Changzhou sighed helplessly. He really couldn't do anything with her. He lowered his head and continued to apply the medicine. He only said: "Are you always so bold when talking to men?"

Jiang Shan was stunned for a moment: "I just let you compliment me. How can you be bold?"

"Is it appropriate to talk about my appearance and figure with a man?"

Jiang Shan thought for a moment: "It seems inappropriate, but I don't treat you as a man."

Han Changzhou stopped circling her palm, raised his eyes, and said with a heavy look: "What did you say?"

Jiang Shan saw this inexplicably sharp look and shrank her neck. Did she say something wrong just now?

No.

"I didn't treat you as a man. I call you Uncle Wu, but you are my elder. I always say whatever I want to say in front of my elders."

Han Changzhou's hand, which was originally open and supporting her palm, suddenly tightened and held her five slender fingers in his hand.

Jiang Shan looked down and tried to pull her hand out, but failed.

When she raised her eyes again, she saw Han Changzhou approaching.

She tensed up and leaned back: "Uncle Wu, what's wrong?"

"Are you scared? Am I not your elder? Your elder just got a little closer to you, what are you afraid of?"

Jiang Shan was not scared, but... Han Changzhou was too close to her, so close that their breathing intertwined.

This reminded her of the scene when she went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy things yesterday.

She swallowed unconsciously: "Uncle Wu, my elders would not be so close to me."

Han Changzhou sneered: "When you were little, didn't your elders hold you? When they held you, weren't they this close?" Jiang Shan

: ...

Her heart was about to jump out of her chest. How could this man inexplicably give her such a strong sense of oppression?

Han Changzhou continued to approach, and their faces were less than ten centimeters apart.

The corners of his lips curved: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Jiang Shan pushed his shoulder with her uninjured hand, and sat back a few inches, and the two finally distanced themselves.

Han Changzhou raised his eyebrows slightly: "You can fight with your elders at home?"

"You were too close to me just now, and we are not related by blood. You were so close to me, I..." She was so nervous that she couldn't breathe.

Han Changzhou finally loosened his hand that was holding her fingertips: "Very good, then remember this point firmly. I am just a false elder that you can call fifth uncle in name. You and I have no blood relationship."

Jiang Shan was stunned for a moment.

Han Changzhou's lips curled slightly, revealing a playfulness that Jiang Shan had never seen before, which was inconsistent with his previous cold image. His thin lips opened and closed: "Now, do you still need me to compliment you on how good your figure is?"