The Taming of the Husband: Lord President, please bow down

Chapter 187 Injured
Mu Yu made a deep adjustment, smiled faintly, moved it to her ear, and said ambiguously: "Isn't it because I was tired from serving my wife last night."

"I'm not serious, I'm ignoring you. I'm going to work." With a ruddy face, He Sheng pushed Mu Yushen away, quickly got out of the car, waved to him, and ran into He's.

Mu Yu's deep smile disappeared instantly after He Sheng entered He's. He sat upright and looked at the rearview mirror on the side of the car. His eyes converged, his eyes burst into viciousness, and the corner of his mouth curled up to start the car. .

"Good morning, sister!" Xinan saw He Sheng greeted him cheerfully, He Sheng also greeted him, and went to the office.

Xinan stepped forward quickly and saw that she had a ruddy complexion, and she was wearing a flowing light yellow dress, and walked around her: "Sister, your complexion is different today! There is still a smile on her face, and ! Also, don’t you usually wear such a fairy dress when you go to work? Don’t you always advocate being refined and capable?” Xinan’s face was full of gossip, and his eyes were even more veiled. Xi's look.

"Change your style." He Sheng glanced at him, then turned to look at him again, his eyes were cold, and he glanced up and down at him. Seeing He Sheng's expression, Xinan cringed a little.

He Sheng smiled coquettishly and said, "But Xinan, you don't seem to be looking very well. Is it because someone didn't satisfy you? Made you look so pale?"

Xinan's face flattened, he hummed at He Sheng, turned around, clutched his injured heart, and ran to someone's office to seek comfort.

He Sheng lowered his head and smiled, and walked into the office.

"Okay, that's the end of today's meeting, everyone go get busy!" He Sheng sat on the main seat and said softly.

Everyone left the room one after another. He Sheng twisted his neck, moved his muscles and bones, stretched his waist, and his face was tired.

"It seems that Mr. Mu exerted a lot of force last night!" Si Yan was still looking at the documents, glanced at He Sheng, and said softly.

He Sheng stopped his movements and put his hands on the conference table. Although his face was rosy, his expression was calm: "Xinan can't beat me, so I came to ask you for help?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Si Yan seemed to take Xinan's telling him that He Sheng bullied him as a very proud thing, his face beaming.

Seeing him like that, He Sheng complained, "Look at you, slave!"

"Don't just say I'm alone, aren't you too?" Si Yan smiled, not feeling that He Sheng's words were belittling him at all.

"Okay, okay, I won't quarrel with you. There are so many things you have to do today!" He Sheng waved his hand, and even put it on the corner of the table, and for some reason, he scratched his hand.

He Sheng clutched the wound on the back of his hand, a stream of blood flowed out, Si Ye hurriedly got up, ran to the lounge outside, took the first aid kit, and ran in.

"Come on, reach out your hand, and I'll disinfect it for you." Si Ye squatted beside He Sheng, opened the first-aid kit, took out a cotton swab, first wiped off the blood for He Sheng, and then disinfected her: "You said Said that you can still be scratched by the table, I really convinced you."

"Who knows! I don't usually see it so sharp!" He Sheng touched the corner of the table with his hand, and felt that it was not so sharp, and his finger was stained with a trace of blood that had just left on it.

"Okay." Si Yan helped He Sheng tie the straps, threw the garbage into the trash can, and tidied it up: "Be careful recently, don't get wet, and be careful of wound infection."

"Understood, thank you, Si Yan." He Sheng smiled at him and thanked him.

"It's nothing, I'll put the things back first." Si Yang walked out, and when he came to the door, he saw Xinan's face as pale as snow standing in front of Si Yang, and grabbed his hand.

(End of this chapter)