Addicted to seduction, the cold CEO cries every night

Chapter 87 Domestic Violence?

Yan Xia glanced at Si Jinghuai, who had a cold face, and denied concisely: "No."

"Did he inflict this injury?" the doctor asked her in a low voice.

Yan Xia did not deny it, but the doctor sighed: "Don't be afraid, if it is domestic violence, I can help you call the police."

"You don't want a man who does it, and it doesn't matter if he's handsome." The doctor looked at the man, who was in his 50s or [-]s, and it seemed like he had been there.

Yan Xia was amused by her earnest words. Seeing Si Jinghuai standing behind with a defeated expression, her mood finally improved.

She got addicted to the drama, glanced at Si Jinghuai pitifully, held the doctor's hand and shook her head: "No doctor, it's not him, it's really not him."

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt."

It looked like he was explaining, but every word was a reflection of what Si Jinghuai had done.

Si Jinghuai pressed the corners of his lips and narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw Yan Xia's pitiful look.

Sure enough, after listening to Yan Xia's words, the female doctor frowned even more: "I will call the police on your behalf. There are only zero and countless domestic violence cases."

After saying this, the doctor, who had a strong sense of justice, bandaged her and was about to pick up his cell phone to call the police, but Si Jinghuai snatched the cell phone away.

Then he turned to look at Yan Xia coldly and asked in a deep voice: "Have you had enough acting?"

"It's time to leave after you've performed enough."

Yan Xia stuck out her tongue at him, and the haze in her heart dissipated a lot.

She smiled at the doctor: "Doctor, I'm fine. I was accidentally hit."

She picked up the mirror and glanced at her tightly wrapped head, and her face fell again.

"Doctor, will my wound leave a scar? I'm getting engaged in a few days, will it have any impact?"

When the time comes, I will have to kill everyone. If I show up for the engagement banquet like this, wouldn't it mean that the damage to the other party will be greatly reduced?
Seeing that she was still concerned about the engagement party at this time, Si Jinghuai's eyes darkened.

Before the doctor could speak again, he walked out of the infirmary.

It is estimated that people will be more patient with good-looking people. The doctor patiently explained to Yan Xia: "Although your injury looks scary, it is not deep. If you protect it well, it will not leave a scar." "The engagement party will be held in a few days. Once the swelling goes down and you put on makeup, it shouldn’t be a big problem.”

Yan Xia was satisfied and smiled sweetly at the doctor: "Thank you, doctor."

When she walked to the parking space, Yan Xia saw Si Jinghuai leaning against the car door and smoking.

The light was dim, and only the hospital light shone on the side of his face, casting a shadow over half of his eyebrows.

She paused and walked up.

Si Jinghuai put out his cigarette with cold eyes, his eyes lingering on her bandaged wound for a moment: "What kind of compensation do you want?"

Yan Xia was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that he would compensate as soon as he opened his mouth.

She smiled lightly at Si Jinghuai's cold eyes: "What kind of compensation does Mr. Si think is enough?"

Si Jinghuai pursed his lips, raised his hand and took out a bank card: "If you are really disfigured, it will be enough to cost you plastic surgery."

Yan Xia: "..."

"No need, I hit your car, you hit my head, let's settle the matter."

Si Jinghuai frowned, but without saying anything else, he opened the door and got into the cab.

Yan Xia walked up and said, "Mr. Si, I can just go back by myself."

Si Jinghuai glanced at him, his eyes full of impatience: "Get in the car, don't make me say it again."

Yan Xia: "..."

She finally got into the passenger seat, but the atmosphere in the car was extremely weird.

Si Jinghuai had a cold face after she reported her address, as if he was the one whose hand was hit.

(End of this chapter)