Paranoia he is a treasure

Chapter 469 Extra Story: Yan Shuoyun Reads Qing (2)

Yun Nianqing raised her head and smiled slightly: "No, thank you."

The automatic door opened. As soon as Yun Nianqing took the first step, she was knocked to the ground by a female employee running from the side. The hot coffee fell on Yun Nianqing's hand. The instant pain made her unable to respond for a while. come over.

Xi Wen, who came to get the materials, happened to see this scene. He thought he had read it wrong, so he didn't dare to approach him carelessly. After seeing Yun Nianqing's face clearly, he thought to himself: Fuck, it's over.

In the hospital, Yun Nianqing was sitting beside the hospital bed, her eyes were slightly red, and she quietly watched the doctor treat her wound.

From the beginning to the end, Yun Nianqing didn't make a sound or shed tears.

It hurts, but it's like nothing.

Xi Wenkan was sweating profusely. After a while, Jiang Xiao rushed over. The first thing he said when he entered the door was: "Are you all right? Sister-in-law."

A layer of skin was burned off the back of Yun Nianqing's hand, and the burnt skin formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding skin.

The scalded part was red and slightly swollen, with streaks of blood, and it caught the eye when you looked at it, while the unburned part was white and tender, with light blue blood vessels visible.

Yun Nianqing raised his head: "It's okay."

The other clenched hand and sore white lips betrayed her.

Jiang Xiao really couldn't stand it.

It's all hurt like this, Yan Shuo couldn't help but die of heartache.

He cursed "Fuck" in his heart and took Xi Wen out of the ward.

"Who did it?"

Xi Wen roughly counted the things he learned, and Jiang Xiao kicked on the chair angrily.

That afternoon, their Chairman Yan came back.

Yan Shuo went straight to the hospital, and the doctor told him that Yun Nianqing refused to accept blood transfusions to reduce inflammation, and left after asking for some medicine.

How could Yan Shuo have the heart to blame her?The whole heart is hanging on her.

When Yan Shuo arrived home, Yun Nianqing was lazily leaning cross-legged on the sofa in the living room, watching a movie, holding more than half of a seedless watermelon in his hand.

A small hand with ointment and scalded skin rested on the back of the sofa.

Hearing the movement behind him, Yun Nianqing put his favorite on the table, looked back, and saw him with a slight smile.

"You're back." The voice was sweet and soft, softening the anger in Yan Shuo's stomach.

He hugged Yun Nianqing on his lap distressedly, as if holding a treasure in his hand, he looked carefully at her burned hand: "Does it still hurt?"

Yun Nianqing pursed her lips and nodded.

He thought it was nothing when he was alone, but when he asked, the pain came instantly.

Yan Shuo carefully dragged her injured hand, for fear of hurting her, he lowered his head and kissed Yun Nianqing's forehead: "I'm sorry."

Seeing the man's self-blaming appearance, Yun Nianqing hooked the corners of his lips, hugged his neck, and snuggled into his arms, his body was as soft as if he had no bones, and his voice was soft: "Ah Shuo, I want to go Your company works."

In Zhucheng, there are always people who say something bad about her, whether she is taken care of by others, etc. She thought Zhucheng was a good company, but after experiencing it, she realized that "good" is just superficial.

Yan Shuo looked down at Yun Nianqing: "Heal your injury first."

Yun Nianqing raised his head, and Shui Lingling's big eyes showed a different expression: "Don't you want to?"

"No, I'm just worried about you."

"What are you worried about me?"

"Isn't it good to be the wife of the chairman?"

Yun Nianqing shook his head: "Not good."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly: "Then what do you want to do?"

Yun Nianqing raised her head, gently fiddled with Yan Shuo's eyelashes with her small hands,
He is really good-looking, and his eyelashes are longer than girls'.

Yun Nian said flatly, "President's secretary."

(End of this chapter)