Beloved of Bossy President

"Can you dress him?" After tossing about for more than half an hour, he finally cleaned all the wounds on Beiming night and put on good medicine. Mingke looked at doctor Yang, who was cleaning up, and asked, "loose robe?"

"Good." Doctor Yang nodded, put the medicine away, and began to dispense the medicine for Beiming night.

Fortunately, there are all kinds of things in the rest room on the night of the northern underworld, including nightgowns. Mingke takes one from the wardrobe, holds him up, and puts him on carefully. After that, except for the wound on his face, neck and forehead, there is no other injury.

In particular, his face is not ugly.

Mingke breathes a sigh of relief, only to notice that in the office outside, both the lost soup and beimingxun, who has bought back the food, are still there.

The company restaurant doesn't serve food in the evening, so beimingxun bought some outside. When Mingke helped beimingye out of the lounge, he and Yitang put things on the table beside the sofa, waiting for them to have dinner together.

Seeing that Mingke had been supporting Beiming night, Beiming Xun picked his eyebrows and couldn't help humming: "are you so weak?"

Beiming night didn't care about him. Instead of standing up straight, she let her tall body press on Mingke. Almost half of her weight was pressed on her.

It's not that Mingming doesn't know that he's trying to embarrass himself, but he's used to this man's bad habits for a long time, and he's really hurt now, so he won't care about it.

In fact, to put it bluntly, I don't care if I care about him. Emperor Shao is such a great man. When I am with him, I will always be bullied. How can she resist?

"I'll go back to the emperor's garden to see what's going on, sir. All the medicines are here." Dr. Yang didn't stay to have dinner with them. No one gave him the medicine. He handed it directly to Mingke: "it says when to take it and how much to take each time."

"I see." After holding beimingye and sitting down on the sofa, Mingke took the medicine, lowered his head and glanced at it, then looked at Dr. Yang again: "is it possible that he will have a fever at night, in case of a fever..."

"My husband never takes antipyretic." Dr. Yang has been taking care of beimingye for so many years. He knows his temper and habits like the palm of his hand. He says helplessly: "Mr. Yang thinks that antipyretic drugs are harmful to the nerves..."

"How can that be? What if it burns badly? " I'm in a bit of a hurry. If someone gets hurt, it will burn up in the middle of the night. In case Don't take antipyretic, really want to carry it? This guy, do you want to be so headstrong!

"Dr. Yang, you'd better leave some of the antipyretic for me first." She said.

Dr. Yang looked at her and then at Beiming night. He couldn't see how much resistance there was on Mr. Yang's face. He took a bottle of antipyretic medicine from the medicine box and handed it to her. He seriously explained: "if it's lower than 40 degrees, Mr. Yang can easily carry it. If it's higher than 40 degrees, you advise him."

"I see." After seeing him leave, Mingke takes the medicine and explains it to Beiming night. Then he turns back to the rest room and puts the medicine away.

While she walked away, Beiming Xun finally couldn't help glancing at Beiming night and squeezing her thick eyebrows: "it seems that someone can't bear to make you feel bad."

"What? Envy or jealousy? " Beiming night looked at him and hummed. Although he didn't want others to see the joy of his heart at this moment, the pride in his words was easily heard.

His women love him, this, actually let him have so a lost floating up.

"Yes, envy, jealousy, all right?" Beiming Xun rolled his eyes. He really didn't see the idiot of the boss. He was proud! This kind of expression will also appear in his calm face, the sun is really coming out from the West.

Boss And the past is really not the same, no longer cold, not a little popular, now he will not only occasionally have a little sincere smile, but also have the look of ordinary people.

The whole person is somewhat grounded, and looks more like a normal person. He just doesn't know whether such a change is good or bad.

"It won't do you any good to pick that crazy guy." North Ming Xun still can't help but complain.

They can also not die, but they are different from the fire wolf. The fire wolf is a madman, and they have to think about a lot of things at least.

It's really no good to get into trouble.

"What are you going to do next?" North Ming Xun asks again.

Beiming night glanced at him lightly, took the cup handed over by the lost soup and held it in his hand. His eyes sank, and there was a bloodthirsty murderous air in the fundus of his eyes: "fight violence with violence."

There was a sound of the cup falling to the ground at the door of the rest room.

Three people at the same time a Zheng, suddenly turned back, saw was scared white a small face name can be micro Leng for a moment, quickly squatted down to pick up the glass fragments.

She didn't want to let Beiming night drink strong tea even though she was ill. She poured a cup of warm water from the water dispenser inside and intended to give it to him. Unexpectedly, she heard Beiming night's words as soon as she came out of the lounge.Just now he said the word "violence against violence". She knocked on her heart. I don't know what happened. As soon as he loosened his hand, the cup fell down.

I picked up two pieces of glass. When I picked up the third piece, I accidentally scratched the edge of the piece with my long finger, and a scarlet burst out.

She couldn't help taking a breath, subconsciously took back her long finger, looked down at the blood from her fingertips, just when she didn't know what to do, the tall body of Beiming night had already squatted down beside her, grabbed her little hand with a big hand.

Seeing the blood spilled from her fingertips, his face sank. He was a little unhappy now. Without a snort, he grabbed her little hand, put the injured finger in his mouth and gently sucked it.

The wound was not big. After he sucked in the blood, it didn't take long for the wound to stop bleeding.

He took her to her feet, glanced back at the lost soup, pulled her back to the rest room, took out the band aid from the drawer and put it on herself.

Lost soup a little later to react, busy in the past to clear up the glass fragments.

Looking at the man sitting beside him and dealing with his wounds, Mingke was still a little flustered. Her thin lips were trembling and she wanted to speak. But in the end, all her words were swallowed back by her.

She shouldn't be involved in his affairs, and she has no qualification to do so. She just really wants to ask if his sentence "using violence to control violence" just now is true. Is he serious?