Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 463
Late at night, half of the girl's face disappeared into the night, her brows and eyes were slightly frowned, and her nose was wrinkled.

Why is there a bloody smell in the car?

Qiao Yimo collected her expression, turned sideways, and asked, "Where did you get hurt?"

"Hand." Leng Juan's voice was calm and indifferent.

Qiao Yimo looked down, then snorted lightly.

"childish!"

Having said that, she still used her bag to find gauze to cover the man's wound, her brows and eyes tightened, "Does it hurt?"

From the moment he got in the car until now, he hasn't said a word of pain.

"It doesn't hurt!" Leng Juan shook his head without any waves in his eyes.

Hearing this, Qiao Yimo deliberately exerted force and lashed the wound severely, the man groaned.

Qiao Yimo bent her lips, "Forget it if it hurts to death."

Now that you are an adult, you still don't know how to control your emotions, so immature!
The men in front looked at each other, couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and thought to themselves: the crisis is over
cold home.

A black Rolls Royce listens in the yard.

When the butler saw the vehicle, he immediately greeted him and said respectfully, "Master Tired."

Qiao Yimo jumped out of the car from the other side, put away her mobile phone, and said to the housekeeper, "Hurry up and get the medicine kit, your master is injured."

Hearing this, the housekeeper saw blood oozing from the white gauze, even Qiao Yimo's white waist was also stained with blood, he almost peed in fright.

Inside the living room.

Qiao Yimo took the medicine box handed over by the butler, then pushed the man down on the sofa, and said in a serious tone, "Sit down first."

Leng Juan raised his eyebrows, and obediently sat on the sofa.

Seeing Qiao Yimo squatting on the ground to treat his wound, he couldn't help but catch his breath.

Qiao Yimo noticed his gaze, so she raised her eyes to look at him.

Leng tired eyes subconsciously shifted to other places.

As time passed by, Qiao Yimo put the medicine box on the table, "That's it." As she spoke, she got up and was about to move away.

A deep magnetic voice sounded from behind, "Where are you going?"

"Take a bath first." Qiao Yimo went upstairs without turning her head.

Hearing this, the man raised his eyebrows and looked down at his hands.

When he saw the shape of the gauze bow in his hand, the corners of the man's mouth couldn't help twitching.

upstairs.

Leng Juan leaned on the bed, the phone was on the table, the screen was on, as if he was on a call.

At this time, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

The man looked over subconsciously with his black eyes, and saw Qiao Yimo coming out of the bathroom.

Qiao Yimo put the body towel on the bed, looked at the man, and said in a calm tone, "Take it off."

Leng tired: "."???
Qiao Yimo walked up to him, stretched out her slender hands, and unbuttoned his shirt.

When he just got to the second one, the man grabbed his wrist in an instant, and his voice was deep and dangerous, "What are you doing?"

Qiao Yimo looked at him and couldn't help but smile. I didn't see him so calm in the car just now, but now the two of them have become reserved when they get along?

Her tone was quite meaningful, "It's not the first time we've met, why are you shy? How can I wash it for you if you don't take it off?"

When the voice fell to the ground, the atmosphere instantly became dead silent.

Leng Juan pursed his lips slightly, breathing hard.

After a while, a steady and rough male voice suddenly sounded in the room, "Master Juan, I'll hang up here first, so I won't bother you."

Qiao Yimo was stunned for a while when she heard the words.

The man leaned against the bed, pointed to the mobile phone on the table, and the corners of his mouth became shallow, "I was just having a conference call."

Qiao Yimo: "."

telephone conference?

What the hell!

Then all the people in the Leng Group heard what she just said?
Qiao Yimo's delicate face flushed instantly, she picked up the towel from the bed and threw it on his face, her tone was ruthless and indifferent: "You wash it yourself."

Throwing the towel on his face, a burst of fragrance radiated out. The man grasped it in his hand, with wicked eyes, and said in a low voice, "Scent."

Qiao Yimo blushed, turned her head, and almost killed herself!
She stepped forward and snatched her own towel from the man's hand, and became angry from embarrassment, "Pervert."

Leng Juan laughed out loud, his thin lips slightly parted, "You threw the towel on my face yourself." How can you blame him?
Qiao Yimo, who was about to say something at first, saw the bow in his hand, and suppressed her air pressure again, and unbuttoned his shirt in a nonchalant manner.

The man sat obediently and let her manipulate him, he was extremely obedient.

Qiao Yimo took out a wet towel from the bathroom and wiped his arms and abdominal muscles for him.

Although I knew that he was in good shape, every time I saw myself, I would swallow my saliva without disappointment.

Qiao Yimo wiped the mermaid line with her hand holding the wet towel, stopped her hand, and asked without raising her eyes, "Take off your trousers for you, and then you can wash them yourself."

"Okay." Leng Juan raised his eyebrows, very easy to talk to.

He thought to himself: This injury is too worthwhile.

There was a metallic sound of belt buttons, and suddenly, a small hand accidentally touched his hip.

Qiao Yimo blushed, moved her little hand away instantly, and said to him, "Okay!"

Leng Juan grabbed her wrist, with a smirk in his tone, "There is one more thing."

Qiao Yimo: "."Go to hell!

Qiao Yimo walked directly to the door of the bedroom without looking up, "I can't wash it clean, don't go to bed tonight." After finishing speaking, there was a loud sound of closing the door.

Looking at her embarrassing back, Leng Juan twitched the corners of her mouth, full of smirk.

After Qiao Yimo left, the phone rang.

He picked up the phone and glanced at the caller ID, and connected without hesitation.

Mrs. Leng's voice came over, "Your birthday party is coming soon, and my friends are going to meet their daughter-in-law, so we must bring Xiao Qiao out, you know?"

Leng Juan said lightly, "When will you be back?"

"The day before the banquet." Mrs. Leng smiled, "I won't disturb the two-person world of your young couple."

Leng Juan nodded, "Yeah."

After hanging up the phone, the man took off the last piece of underwear and walked into the bathroom, thinking to himself: I don't know if Momo would like to show up.

The next day.

Qingbei University.

In the morning, Qiao Yimo fell asleep on the table, and was woken up by a female voice.

She raised her eyes, looked at Song Ying in front of her expressionlessly, and asked in a calm tone, "What's wrong?"

"Here, return the ointment." Song Ying handed over the medicine bottle with a smile.

Qiao Yimo looked at her legs, she could still walk, "Okay?"

Song Ying nodded, "I can walk on my own, but if I exercise vigorously, it will take about a week."

Hearing this, Qiao Yimo nodded, and put the ointment back into her hand, "Then keep using it, I still have it here."

"Thank you." Song Ying blinked her round eyes, her joy was beyond words, "Can you tell me where I bought it?"

Han Meng leaned over and said with a smile, "These are specially made by Qiao Yimo himself, they are priceless."

So that's the case, Song Ying said: "Then I will accept it."

"You're welcome." Qiao Yimo's tone was flat, expressionless.

Suddenly, a female voice came from outside the door, saying, "Qiao Yimo, someone is looking for you."

When the voice fell to the ground, Qiao Yimo looked out the door and found a girl looking around the classroom.

She was suspicious, but got up and walked out anyway.

(End of this chapter)