Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

"Eating a bad stomach?" Su Shijie frowned, just eating a bad stomach can make Chanel cry?

"Doctor, please check my wife again."

Su Shijie sat down on the edge of Chanel's bench, put his arm around Chanel's shoulder, and asked politely.

Although he did not rely on his status to be arrogant and domineering, the strength flowing from his body is an oppressive force...

This kind of ostentation and gestures make one look like an ordinary person.

In the doctor's mouth, there was a touch of respect that he didn't dare to provoke: "I have already checked, sir."

"Check again," Su Shijie held Chanel's hand, "I want to make sure she is safe."

In the end, only one medicine was prescribed, and the doctor suggested that Chanel go back to eat and eat, and if she still feels unwell, go to a regular hospital for examination.

Su Shijie was always worried and had to ask the doctor to give her an injection.

"I don't feel much pain now, don't need an injection." Chanel suddenly came back to her senses and shook her head vigorously.

"The injection is healed quickly."

"Are you a doctor or him? The doctor said that there is no need for injections!"

Su Shijie stared at her dotingly, and hooked her braid with his fingers: "Are you afraid of injections? Are you so resistant?"

Xia Naier turned her face away and said nothing, and Su Shijie didn't make things difficult for her. When he got up and found his wallet to pay the bill, he found that he only had a card and no cash.

"It's a few dollars of medicine, no need to give it." The doctor waved his hands again and again, just wanting to send the plague god away.

"How?" Su Shijie raised his eyebrows, "Lei Bin."

The driver hurried forward to pay the bill.

Su Shijie supported Chanel with one hand, held her in his arms, and strode out of the clinic.

Chanel leaned in his arms and did not resist. She was exhausted physically and mentally, and her mind began to be in a trance again. Whenever she thought of what she overheard in the garden, her heart felt like being pierced by thousands of arrows.

"Xin'er, you have a bad complexion." Su Shijie's deep voice was very close to her.

Chanel can only try not to think about everything about Mu Xicheng: "I want to go back and rest..."

"..."

"I can't go to the banquet, is it okay?"

Su Shijie raised his eyebrows: "If you want to attend a banquet like this, you can have a chance anytime. If you can't wait to announce that you are my wife, Su Shijie, I can hold a family banquet at home."

"..."

Su Shijie held Chanel in his arms and only stared at her. Suddenly, two young men came across and one of them bumped into Su Shijie.

"What's the matter, I don't have eyes!" The young man patted his shoulder, glared at Su Shijie viciously, and suddenly became discouraged, "I'm sorry, brother, I didn't wear glasses when I walked... I'm sorry I bumped into you... Are you okay?" ..."

The other party nodded and bowed again and again, and slipped away without stopping.

From the beginning to the end, Su Shijie didn't say a word, and didn't even give him a fierce look.

He frowned, remembering the doctor's attitude towards him just now: "Xin'er, I look terrible?"

"At first glance, you are usually domineering and domineering, and you are used to being arrogant and domineering." Chanel didn't want to be noticed by him, so she forced herself to talk to him.

"I didn't." He never got angry for no reason.

Chanel glanced at him indifferently, probably because the domineering magnetic field in him was too strong, and he was not easy to provoke at first sight.

What's more, there are two bodyguards in black standing behind him, who dares to offend?

"They judged me to be a bad person just by looking at the surface, and they all have prejudice against me," Su Shijie said in a low voice, "You are just like them."