The host why is she so delicate

Chapter 39 Good morning, Mr. President (44)
"Yeclub, why don't you ask the doctor to treat the wound on your back first, or later..."

I thought I was going to waste my tongue, but I didn't expect him to agree, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaving a cold back.

Lin Mo immediately asked the doctor to step forward and touch the wound.

The wound was already showing signs of drying, sticking to the shirt.If you take it off forcibly, the wound will be pulled again. The doctor took out the scissors from the medicine box that accompanied him, and was about to cut it.

"Don't be so troublesome."

As he said that, he unbuttoned the shirt and pulled off the shirt vigorously, halfway to the wound. Apart from a momentary change in his face, he insisted on not making a sound.

Lin Mo stood aside and watched, a big man, looking at the bloody wound on his back, he couldn't help but feel palpitations.

It seemed that after this time, Secretary Qiao's position in the nightclub's heart had to be reassessed.

The doctor was amazed by this action, and at the same time quickly began to help clean up the wound on his back. After more than ten minutes, it was considered complete.It's really that the boss's face is so stinky that it can't be any more stinky, and in the end he had to do it hastily.

The moment the door closed, only the two of them were left in the huge room.

"Cold, so cold..."

The girl murmured unconsciously, her light voice fell in Ye Hanchen's ears, her brows furrowed, and her heart felt a dull pain.

After a while, when Ye Hanchen felt that his body was about to go stiff, the girl's petite body arched against him, and a murmur of slight dissatisfaction jumped out.

"Well, I'm out of breath, Ye Hanchen, you big capitalist bastard..."

One night Capitalist Han Big Bastard Chen: "..."

The delighted eyes looked down at You Qingqing who was speaking, but found that her body temperature had recovered a little, but she was still not awake...

His arms were slightly loosened, but a happy and bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The little secretary really hated herself relentlessly, she was about to die and still didn't forget to scold him, was he really that much?

The pupils are dilated, as if out of focus.

The moist eyes were full of bewilderment, and the pretty long eyelashes fanned lightly, blinking again and again, as if seeing him, but also as if not seeing him, the inside was so hollow.

"Ye Hanchen, save me..."

The pale little face was wrinkled into a ball full of unease, and his face was a little ugly, as if he had fallen into a deeper and greater fear.

Feeling so distressed, Ye Hanchen let her hug him, and even put his arms around You Qingqing's back in order not to make her feel uncomfortable, and picked him up a little.

The deep magnetic voice comforted impatiently, "Hey, it's all right, I've rescued you."

"No...help me, it's so cold, I'm so cold..."

"Hey, I'm really fine. If you don't believe me, open your eyes and have a look." The gentle voice is enough to make people drown in it.

Perhaps his consolation played a role, after the long curly eyelashes trembled slightly, You Qing slowly opened her ignorant eyes.

This time it was different, she must have woken up for a while, and there was a spotlight in her bewildered eyes, allowing her to see the person in front of her clearly.

"Night... nightclub?"

Nuo Nuo's voice seemed to overflow from her mouth with an unbelievable voice.

"Well, silly girl, it's me."

Ye Hanchen was still immersed in the great joy of her waking up, the next second, a small head slipped into his arms, and buried it in his neck, moaning softly.

　Ps: Do you want to let the nightclub eat meat, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
　　It's a new week, Ming people don't say dark words, I want the tickets in your hands, and there are nice messages, come and satisfy me, I am not satisfied, I am online~hhhhh~
　　
　
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