Chapter 231 Are you going to commit suicide in my house?

   Otherwise, let’s have a hot meal first!

  Thinking of this, he returned to the living room with peace of mind, and waited for dinner.

   About twenty minutes later...

   There was a hasty knock on the door, and Ji Yao jumped up and hurried to open the door, for fear that the devil in the kitchen would jump out and stop him.

   There is a brother here, and there will be a back for you when you die in a while!

  As soon as he opened the door, Han Qing rushed in with sweat on his brow, grabbed him and stared at him: "Are you okay?"

"No…"

  Ji Yao was just about to speak...

   "Bang—crack! Hiss..."

   Suddenly there was a loud noise like an explosion in the kitchen, followed by something hitting the ceiling and falling heavily to the ground, and there was the sound of water overflowing...

   "What happened?" Han Qing asked suspiciously.

  How did Ji Yao know? He hurriedly turned around and rushed into the kitchen.

  As soon as I arrived at the door, I smelled a strange smell of meat, and then I saw a mess in the kitchen.

The lid of the pressure cooker was spinning on the ground, a big bone fell from the ceiling, bounced twice on the floor, and stuck to the floor drain, and the yellow-brown meat and bone soup overflowed from the pot and slowly moved along the cabinet. Slowly dripping down, leaving a trail of greasy traces.

what's the situation?

  His sight drifted across the mess and moved to the only person in the kitchen, Devil Xiao.

  Xiao Jiuhan's black trousers, white shirt, independent of the world, miraculously "made pork rib soup without dyeing".

  Ji Yao opened his mouth wide, with a blank face: "Didn't you say you can cook?"

  Xiao Jiuhan looked at him calmly: "There is something wrong with your pot."

  I believe in your evil!

  Ji Yao looked indifferent: "...I bought that new one yesterday."

  Xiao Jiuhan: "..."

  Ji Yao: "..."

  The two looked at each other, silently silent.

  Ji Yao wailed, turned around and threw himself on the dazed Han Qing: "Why is my life so hard?"

  Han Qing saw Xiao Jiuhan covering his neck with one hand, and dark red blood oozes from between his fingers, staining his fair fingers red.

"You are hurt?"

  Xiao Jiuhan was as calm as a bystander. It seemed that something shot out from the lid of the pot just now and scratched her neck, but she didn't expect to bleed so much, and now her palms are sticky and greasy.

  Ji Yao stopped howling when he heard Han Qing's words, and turned around to look at Xiao Jiuhan.

   "Fuck, blood! Are you going to commit suicide in my house?"

  Xiao Jiuhan saw the nominal fifth younger brother's eyes staring wide, and leaned over frantically, frantically trying to help her cover the wound to stop the bleeding, but he was too timid to reach out to touch her.

   "It's over, it's over, will someone settle with me if you die? 120, by the way, Han Qing, call an ambulance, why are you bleeding so much? Could it be that you injured an artery..."

   Muttering in his mouth, he suddenly went limp and leaned crookedly against the door.

  Xiao Jiuhan looked at him indifferently: "I'm not dizzy, why are you dizzy?"

  Ji Yao leaned on the door frame and his face turned pale.

  Han Qing smiled bitterly: "Ji Yao has been a little dizzy all the time, I think your wound is quite serious, you should go to the hospital as soon as possible!"

   While speaking, he held Ji Yao who was about to slip to the ground and supported him by the waist.

   "Can you drive?"

  Han Qing nodded: "I will."

   "You drive." When passing by Ji Yao, Xiao Jiuhan kicked him on the calf, "No Promise!"

  Ji Yao pursed his mouth aggrievedly.

   Passing by, a faint smile flashed in Xiao Jiuhan's eyes.

  (end of this chapter)