Addiction to a pet: Boss love is hard to control

Chapter 33 Couple Tattoos
In the hospital, Zheng Aiye had just finished the operation when the news arrived.

"Doctor, how is she?" Xuan Ling, who was waiting outside, hurried forward. With the last bite and this whipping, can Wu Zilian survive?

The doctor looked at Xuan Ling hesitantly, "President Xuan, I know you have an unusual status, but it seems too cruel to torture a woman like this."

"I'm asking you how she is!" Xuan Ling grabbed the doctor's collar and growled, "Let go, how can you talk like a doctor like you?" Zheng Aiye rushed forward to stop Xuan Ling, this guy just couldn't bear to show his temper. Same.

"I want to ask you one last time, is her operation going well?" Xuan Ling eased his strength, but still did not let go of the doctor's hand.

The doctor said tremblingly: "It's going well, it's going well, but the patient's injury is serious, and he needs to make up for it."

"Get lost." Xuan Ling let go of his hand suddenly, and the doctor fell to the ground defenseless, and scrambled away.

In the luxurious ward, Xuan Ling has been holding Wu Zilian's hand and never let go. Seeing that the originally fair hand is now covered with scars, he is very entangled in his heart.If she had known that he would not appear in Wu Zilian's life, she would not have suffered the crime she suffered today.

Zheng Aiye came in with a takeaway, "Okay, you didn't go back late, eat something and go back to rest, I'll watch over here."

"I'll take care of my woman myself." I didn't expect Zheng Aiye's kindness in exchange for Xuan Ling to be so ignorant, and directly put the takeaway on the table, "In this case, if your father asked me to bring it, I don't have to say it again gone."

"What takeaway did you pack, do you have my favorite seafood?"

The Zheng family, Xuan Qingyan's arrival made Zheng Aiwen flustered, "Uncle, your side." Pushing Xuan Qingyan's wheelchair into the villa, he walked all the way and kicked the garbage on the ground to both sides.

Xuan Qingyan saw everything in his eyes, "Aiwen, I'm here to tell you this time, do you want to have a grandson for my Xuan family?"

"Ah?" Zheng Aiwen was slightly startled, then nodded, "Of course."

At night, Xuan Ling finally entrusted Wu Zilian to Zheng Aiye's care, and went home to have a rest.

"Xuan, uncle told me to give birth to a child for you." Just after washing up and going to bed, she found that there was already a person lying on the bed.

"Zheng Aiwen!" Xuan Ling gritted his teeth and pushed Zheng Aiwen away. He wanted to get angry, but she successfully stopped his movements with a word.

"Uncle said that this is a deal between you and him. If you don't conceive a child within two months, Wu Zilian's life may not be up to you to decide."

Xuan Ling resigned to his fate and stopped pushing Zheng Aiwen away. He might still be free if he had a child, but if he really married Zheng Aiwen, neither the Zheng family nor his father would allow them to divorce.

In the hospital, Wu Zilian was screaming with pain all over his body, and dreamed of being whipped by Xuan Qingyan in his sleep, and woke up sweating profusely from the dream.

"What's the matter, did you have a nightmare?" A voice that didn't belong to Xuan Ling came from beside her ear. The gentle voice made Wu Zilian slightly distracted, and the dark night without lights made her not sober. She opened her mouth and called out: " Brother Ji'an, I'm afraid."

Zheng Aiye's hand that was just about to turn on the light slowly dropped when he heard this sentence, forget it, let him be a good person once, and be his Brother Ji'an once.

Approaching Wu Zilian, Zheng Aiye patted her on the shoulder, "Okay, don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Thank you, Brother Ji'an." Wu Zilian put his arms around Zheng Aiye's waist gently, resting his head on his chest to calm down slowly.

After a while, Zheng Aiye found that the woman in his arms was still, and looked down carefully to see that she was already fast asleep.Looking at the sleeping face, Zheng Aiye felt a warm current in his heart for some reason, "If I can, I really don't want to hurt you. If I didn't investigate the truth at the beginning, maybe you wouldn't suffer."

Xuan Ling didn't want to get entangled with Zheng Aiwen, so he got up early in the morning and came to the hospital, but when he opened the door of the ward, he saw two people embracing tightly inside.

"What are you doing?" Xuan Ling rushed forward and pulled Zheng Aiye up from the hospital bed.

The big movement woke up Wu Zilian on the hospital bed, slowly opened his eyes, and saw the two fighting together in front of him: "Xuan Ling, Zheng Aiye, why are you here?"

"You didn't know that he stayed with you all night?" Xuan Ling held Zheng Aiye's collar and looked at Wu Zilian suspiciously.

"He, stayed with me all night?" Wu Zilian was shocked. Wasn't Ji An the one who accompanied her last night?

The three looked at each other awkwardly, Zheng Aiye shook off Xuan Ling's hand, "I have to leave beforehand, you take good care of her."

"She is my woman, and taking care of her is a matter of course."

Half a month later, under Xuan Ling's careful care, Wu Zilian recovered from his injuries, and there were no internal injuries other than some scars.But it was these scars that caused Wu Zilian a headache, "What should I do..." Looking at the five centimeter wound on his middle finger, Wu Zilian really had a headache.

Zheng Aiye just pushed the door open, and happened to see Wu Zilian hiding his hands behind his back in a hurry, approaching Wu Zilian with a smile: "Didn't you say you were bored last time, and I brought you some books."

"Thank you." Half a month of getting along has also let Wu Zilian know what kind of person Zheng Aiye is. Although he is a child of an aristocratic family, it may be because he is an illegitimate child, so apart from being a little joking, everything else is fine.

"What's the use of thanking you verbally? If you want to thank you, please do something practical." Zheng Aiye moved his face closer and pointed at his cheek, "I might be very happy to thank you like this."

"Then what about this!" Xuan Ling didn't know when he appeared, and directly kicked the defenseless Zheng Aiye to the ground with a roundabout kick.

Wu Zilian watched the two of them fighting together with amused expression, and gradually forgot the scars on their hands.

After beating Zheng Aiye away, Xuan Ling looked at the weather outside and said, "Let's go for a walk, the doctor said it would be good to breathe some fresh air."

"Okay." Wu Zilian nodded, and followed Xuan Ling out of the ward.

Walking in the garden of the hospital, smelling the fresh air, Xuan Ling couldn't help but want to hold Wu Zilian's hand, but Wu Zilian withdrew his hand all of a sudden.

"You still hate me, right? You didn't come forward at that time." Xuan Ling lowered his eyes hurt.

"It's not like this, I'm worried..." Wu Zilian touched the long wound behind her, how could she say that she was worried that Xuan Ling would despise her ugly wound.

"What are you worried about?" Xuan Ling frowned and pulled Wu Zilian's hand from behind, opened her fist, and looked at the wound on her finger, her eyes sank, "Did the doctor say there is no other way?"

Wu Zilian tried hard to withdraw his hand, "The doctor said it was bitten, and the wound was very deep. It would be good if he could keep his fingers."

Xuan Ling suddenly fell into infinite guilt, and hugged Wu Zilian tightly in his arms, "I am the one who is sorry for you."

"I'm here to pay off the debt, and I deserve all of this." Wu Zilian shook her head slowly, but she never believed that her mother would do such a thing back then.

"Follow me." Xuanling suddenly thought of something, and dragged Wu Zilian, who was dressed in hospital clothes, to walk out of the hospital.

Wu Zilian was shocked, "Where are you going, wait for me to change clothes."

Half an hour later, Wu Zilian looked at the big tattoo shop in front of him, "What are you doing here?"

"You'll know when you come in with me." Xuan Ling smiled. After Wu Zilian was admitted to the hospital, he was extraordinarily gentle, so gentle that sometimes Wu Zilian felt that he was not Xuan Ling himself.

The owner of the tattoo shop was a little surprised when he saw a handsome man pulling a woman in a hospital gown, but then his eyes lit up when he saw Xuan Ling wearing a famous brand, "This customer, do you want a tattoo?"

Xuan Lingen gave a moment, and placed Wu Zilian aside to sit down, "Wait a minute, I'll have a few words with the tattoo artist."

"Can you tattoo such a pattern?" Xuan Ling drew two patterns on the paper a few times. Although it was a little distorted and didn't recognize it, the tattoo artist still nodded, "Yes, what does this mean? ah?"

Xuan Ling kept a straight face, "You don't need to know what it means, as long as you can get it tattooed, it will benefit you."

The tattoo artist nodded hurriedly, "Okay, where is the tattoo?"

"Middle finger..."

"It hurts, it hurts, I don't want it." Wu Zilian never thought that Xuan Ling came to the tattoo shop to ask her to get a tattoo, and when she was sitting in the work area, she was unwilling to do anything.

Xuan Ling comforted him patiently: "It really doesn't hurt. Look, my tattoos are all done." After speaking, he stretched out his middle finger, and a long tattoo suddenly appeared on the middle finger of his big hand with well-defined knuckles. Wraps around the entire middle finger.

Wu Zilian was taken aback for a moment, somewhat understanding Xuan Ling's kindness, and stretched out his hand without any resistance.

After the tattoo was over, Wu Zilian sweated from the pain on his forehead, and couldn't help shouting: "Xuan Ling, you liar, didn't you say it doesn't hurt?"

"Sit down, I'll buy you something to drink."

"Miss, you don't know how to be blessed. This couple tattoo was designed by your boyfriend." The tattoo artist saw Xuan Ling's attitude towards Wu Zilian, and even he felt happy.

"Boyfriend, couple tattoos..." Wu Zilian was stunned, looking at Xuan Ling who had gone away, with a smile on his eyes and eyebrows.

The two returned to the hospital holding hands. Wu Zilian had a tattoo on his left hand, and Xuan Ling had a tattoo on his right hand. When they held hands, the two tattoos just joined together.

Xuan Ling thought that Wu Zilian didn't know that he designed the tattoo, and he kept disgusting it during dinner, "I don't know what the tattoo artist did to design such an ugly tattoo."

"Yeah, I think it's ugly too." Wu Zilian lowered his head and smiled, looking at the distorted tattoo, although distorted but with a different kind of beauty, the most important thing is that it just covered the wound on her hand.

"Do you really think it's ugly?" Xuan Ling's eyes suddenly sank. This was a pattern he had been thinking about for a long time along the way. Unexpectedly, Wu Zilian thought it ugly.

Wu Zilian chuckled, put down his chopsticks and looked at the tattoo on his hand seriously, "Actually, that..."

"That?" Xuan Ling asked nervously.

Dong dong, a knock on the door suddenly came from outside the ward, interrupting the conversation between the two. Zheng Aiye came in from outside with food, "Oh, you didn't tell me when you were ready for dinner, and my things were wasted."

"No, let's eat together." Wu Zilian waved to Zheng Aiye, just in time to show the tattoo on his hand in front of Zheng Aiye.

"No need, since you've already eaten, I'll go first." Zheng Aiye hurriedly exited the ward, closed the door, and rushed to the underground parking lot in one breath.

Zheng Aiye didn't take out the box in his pocket until he was sure that no one was chasing him, and opened the box gently, and there was a long ring lying quietly inside.It was originally intended to be given to Wu Zilian, but now looking at the tattoo on her hand, I can tell that it is Xuan Ling's masterpiece.

Shaking his head and throwing the ring on the car, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away. Zheng Aiye didn't know why he was so angry.

(End of this chapter)