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个小盒子，顾烟这样一拽，那个小小的盒子便掉了下来，砸在厨门边上，又弹进了粥锅里。                                                                                                             “啊！”顾烟尖叫，左手的虎口那里被溅起来的滚粥烫红了一大片。                                                                                                             方亦城急急的抓她的手去冲凉水，一边心疼皱眉，一边叹气：“我就知道我没那个福气喝你的粥。”                                                                                                             顾烟本来痛的眼泪都下来，还是被他逗的笑开来。                                                                                                             “起泡了，还是去医院看一下。”                                                                                                             “好啊，你也顺便打一针，我看你温度还是有点高的。”                                                                                                             方亦城嘴角ch0u搐，叹了口气，“等着，我出去买烫伤药。”                                                                                                             他怎么忘了，她其实和他一样，不喜欢去医院。                                                                                                             尽管整夜的发高烧，他今天还是要去上班的。顾烟直叹人民公仆难为啊。                                                                                                             方亦城边穿外套边叮嘱她手上的伤如何如何注意，末了还是不放心，“今天下午我要去医院的，到时候来接你一起去好不好？给医生看一下才放心呀，留疤就不好了。”                                                                                                             “你去医院g什么？”顾烟随便扯着话题转移他注意力。                                                                                                             “我爸爸住院了——老毛病了。”话虽如此，他的眉头还是皱着，看来是蛮烦心的病。                                                                                                             出了门顾烟没让他送她，回家前去了趟超市，大包小包的买完，才意识到左手烫伤了不能拎东西，好不容易一只手坚持到楼下，正想放下休息一下，手上就一轻，袋子被人拎了去。