Chapter 33 How much have you done for him?

"You!"

Mrs. Chu stared at Lan Zifu with wide eyes, as if she was scared, and took a step back. Lan Zifu looked at it and smiled more enchantingly, followed by a step forward, or handed the broken glass to Mrs. Chu's eyes, "Why, isn't the old lady single-minded to die? Afraid of pain? Do you want to help you?"

"You!"

Mrs. Chu stared at Lan Zifu and took two steps back. This time, Lan Zifu did not move forward, but looked at Chu Ze with a smile and said, "Young Master Chu Ze, please send the old lady back to her room to rest. The old lady thinks she is tired, right, isn't she, president?"

Lan Zifu finally looked at Chu Li with a smile, and Chu Li's eyes were fixed on Lan Zifu's bleeding hand.

"Mom, go back to your room."

Chu Ze came forward and pulled Mrs. Chu again. This time, Mrs. Chu did not push Chu Ze away, and her gloomy face let Chu Ze help her leave the main hall.

"First aid kit!"

Chu Li ordered the servant with a cold face.

"Yes, young master!"

The servant immediately went to get the first aid kit, and Chu Li said coldly to Lan Zifu, "Sit down!"

"Yes, President."

Lan Zifu sat opposite Chu Li with a delicate smile and stretched out her hand cooperatively. Chu Li looked at her coldly and personally gave Lan Zifu Chu Li a wound. He didn't want other men to touch her hand!

"Thank you, President!"

Lan Zifu looked at Chu Li fixedly. After walking away, she raised a charming smile and said to Chu Li, "President, did you just perform well? Can you give me some rewards?"

Taking the opportunity to ask for credit, Chu Li should be very annoying!

"Did you do that for the reward?"

Chu Li looked at Lan Zifu coldly. He didn't know whether the movements of his hands were intentional or unintentional. After a heavy weight, Lan Zifu couldn't help frowning and said angrily, "My hands are injured. Shouldn't they give some rewards?"

"What do you want?"

Chu Li coldly asked Lan Zifu, why did this woman always wear this mask? Chu Li suddenly felt a little irritable.

"... They haven't thought about it. Even if it's the president, you owe him a promise, okay?"

Lan Zifu didn't expect that Chu Li did not refuse. For a moment, she couldn't think of any requirements to make Chu Li feel more greedy, so she simply asked Chu Li for a promise.

After listening to this, Chu Li really looked cold and said coldly to Lan Zifu, "Lan Zifu, don't imagine my promise!"

After saying that, Chu Li tied the gauze coldly and then ordered Lan Zifu, "Go back to the room."

"Yes, President."

Lan Zifu looked a little sad, got up and followed Chu Li back to the room of the main room. I don't know whether it was because Lan Zifu was injured or because Chu Li was really in a bad mood. After returning to the room, Chu Li did not touch Lan Zifu. After taking a shower, he slept with Lan Zifu in his arms.

Lan Zifu closed her eyes and didn't fall asleep. She hesitated for a long time, but she still gently took off Chu Li's arm on her waist and got up. After carefully confirming that Chu Li was not awake, she put on a coat and walked out of the room.

After she walked out of the room, she walked directly to the kitchen. In the room, Chu Li opened his eyes. As soon as Lan Zifu took his hand away, he woke up, but he wanted to know what Lan Zifu wanted to do, so he continued to pretend to sleep. After Lan Zifu left the room, Chu Li also got up coldly and slowly followed Lan Zifu and went outside the kitchen.

"You're really here."

As soon as Lan Zifu entered the kitchen, she saw Chu Ze. Lan Zifu was stunned and smiled, "You are not deliberately waiting for me in the kitchen, are you?"

"I guess you will come."

Chu Ze said to Lan Zifu with a faint smile, and Lan Zifu couldn't help laughing, "No matter how to eat your brother and live in your brother, there must be a little expression, right?"

Chu Ze smiled faintly and asked directly, "What are you going to do? Cake?"

"I just want to do this."

Lan Zifu lifted her hair and regained her charming smile. Then she began to look for materials and found that the materials had been prepared and placed them on the table. Lan Zifu couldn't help looking at Chu Ze again. It seemed that he was really ready.

"You can do it."

Chu Ze took a look at Lan Zifu's injured hand. Lan Zifu smiled and nodded, "It's okay."

So, Lan Zifu began to tell Chu Ze the steps, and Chu Ze followed Lan Zifu's instructions to make cakes step by step.

Outside the door, Chu Li looked coldly at the busy two people inside. He didn't expect Lan Zifu to get up to make a cake for him. When he just heard it, Chu Li's heart really touched inexplicably. However, after seeing the tacit cooperation between Lan Zifu and Chu Ze, Chu Li felt that a nameless fire gradually rose to his chest. Especially when he saw Lan Zifu's smile to Chu Ze was completely different from him, Chu Li couldn't help stepping into the kitchen coldly, "Lan Zifu!"

"Hmm?"

Lan Zifu and Chu Ze turned around in surprise at the same time. They didn't expect that Chu Li would suddenly appear at this time, and looking at his cold face, Lan Zifu couldn't help speculating when Chu Li arrived and how long he looked at it?

"Brother, why are you here?"

Chu Ze looked at Chu Li with a smile and said, "It's your birthday in a while. We're making a cake for you."

"You?"

Chu Li looked at Lan Zifu coldly, and he suddenly felt that the word "us" was a little harsh!

"Yes, president, they want to surprise you!"

Lan Zifu lifted her hair with a delicate smile, as if Chu Li was in a bad mood, and thought that she was deliberately taking the opportunity to approach Chu Ze?

"Brother, why don't you two continue to do it? I'll go back first."

Chu Ze suddenly said, and after saying that, he smiled at Lan Zifu and turned around and left the kitchen. Lan Zifu watched Chu Ze leave, frowned gently, and turned to look at Chu Li who stared at her coldly. What on earth was he thinking?

"Go and put the cake in the oven."

Lan Zifu smiled at Chu Lijiao and went to put the cake that Chu Ze had made into the oven. Chu Li grabbed her hand and said coldly, "I don't eat it!"

"President, why?"

Lan Zifu pouted her little mouth, as if looking at Chu Li dissatisfiedly.

"You do it again!"

Chu Li said coldly. After listening to this, Lan Zifu was stunned for a moment, and then stretched out his injured hand and said to Chu Li, "But his hand is injured!"

"Do it!"

Chu Li glanced at Lan Zifu's hand coldly and still ordered. Lan Zifu listened, withdrew his hand, looked at Chu Li aggrievedly, and said delicately, "Well, since the president has opened his mouth, how dare I not do it!"

After saying that, Lan Zifu turned around and began to make a new cake, and Chu Li looked at it. He looked at Lan Zifu's movements as if he was very skillful. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and coldly grabbed Lan Zifu's hand stained with flour. Lan Zifu looked at Chu Li puzzledly, and then saw Chu Li Cold eyes, what's the situation?

"Do you often make cakes?"

Chu Li asked Lan Zifu coldly.

"Men always like women to go out of the kitchen. President, don't you like it?"

Lan Zifu looked at Chu Li charmingly.

"What did he say?!"

Chu Li grabbed Lan Zifu's hand suddenly and didn't seem to find that he was holding Lan Zifu's injured hand!

"What?"

Lan Zifu frowned in pain, but Chu Li seemed to be unable to see it. He ordered coldly, "Answer!"

Lan Zifu looked at Chu Li, who suddenly became cold, raised the corners of her mouth, raised a delicate smile again, and said, "If I say yes, president, are you going to pinch other people's hands?"

"Blue Purple!"

Chu Li's eyes suddenly became cold, and this damn woman really made a cake for that man!

"Yes, president, do you want others to continue to make cakes?"

Lan Zifu continued to ask Chu Li with a smile, as if she wanted to deliberately provoke Chu Li's deeper anger. Don't make cakes anymore!"

Chu Li coldly stretched out his hand and swept Lan Zifu's half of the cake to the ground, then pulled Lan Zifu's hand to her chest and asked, "Lan Zifu, how much have you done for him!"

"President, are you jealous?"

Lan Zifu asked Chu Li with a delicate smile. Chu Li listened, his expression was shocked, and then threw away Lan Zifu fiercely, "Lan Zifu, you think too highly of yourself!"

Lan Zifu didn't expect Chu Li to suddenly shake her away, staggered and hit the corner of the table. She couldn't help humming, especially her injured hand, which happened to hit the corner of the table again.

When Chu Li saw Lan Zifu's painful appearance, his eyes flashed, but his eyes immediately cooled down. This was all caused by this woman! He is jealous. This kind of thing can't happen in his life!

Chu Li looked at Lan Zifu coldly for a moment, and then turned around and left the kitchen. Lan Zifu stood still and watched Chu Li leave quietly. For a long time, she raised a self-deprecating smile and looked at his injured hand. She was just pinched by Chu Li and hit it again. The wound should have cracked, and a bright red color stained the yarn. Bu.

Lan Zifu took a look at the cake that fell to the ground and turned around and left the kitchen. After returning to the main room, Lan Zifu did not go back to the room, but found the medicine box and prepared to repack it for herself.

I just didn't expect that when she was about to do it, Chu Ze suddenly appeared in the hall with a water cup. As soon as he came, he saw Lan Zifu's bleeding wound and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you?"

"Small things."

Lan Zifu smiled faintly. Chu Ze looked at her and frowned and said, "My brother did it?"

When speaking, he put down the water cup and walked to Lan Zifu. Lan Zifu smiled at him and asked, "How do you want me to answer?"

Chu Ze listened, looked at Lan Zifu for two seconds, and said, "I'll help you."

After saying that, he took out the alcohol in the medicine box and took Lan Zifu's hand to wipe the blood on it, but Lan Zifu took back his hand and refused, "No, I can do it myself."

"I'll help you!"

Chu Ze held Lan Zifu's wrist again. Lan Zifu tried to get her hand back again, but this time it didn't work, so she had to give up and watch Chu Ze treat his wound without saying a word.