Billion Spoils: President's Exclusive Sweet Wife

"If..." he just said two words, and the ring of her cell phone suddenly rang.

Qin Sitong took out his mobile phone from his pocket with his other hand and looked at the caller ID. it was Jun Jisheng's call.

Han zixie, meanwhile, caught a glimpse of the caller ID.

His fingers unconsciously loosened, and Qin Sitong had answered the phone, "HMM... OK, I know. My side is almost better. I'm going back to the residence."

When she finished talking with Jun Jisheng, she looked at Han zixie again, "Mr. Han, what did you want to say just now?"

"It seems that you have a good relationship with Jun Jisheng." he said faintly, "but he is not an ordinary man. How long do you think your relationship with him can last?"

After saying this, Han zixie left without waiting for Qin Sitong to answer.

Qin Si Tong looked at each other's back inexplicably. Was he splashing cold water? Of course, she knows that Jisheng is not an ordinary man, but what does it matter? Since she is in love, she will work hard for this relationship, no matter what the final result is, she won't regret it.

When Qin Sitong returned to Jun's residence, Jun Jisheng was already there. As soon as he saw the obvious redness and swelling on her forehead, his eyebrows frowned.

As soon as he stretched out his long arm, he fished her directly to him. "What's the matter with your forehead?"

"There was some confusion at the shooting scene today. I was accidentally hit by something." she said. Looking at his cold air pressure expression, she quickly added, "but I've been to the hospital. The doctor said it was just a skin injury and added some medicine."

She said and hurriedly took the medicine out of her bag.

He pursed his lips. "I'll let some bodyguards follow you later."

She has a big head. If she does, how can she work? "I'm a small screenwriter in Chenxing. If I really want two bodyguards to follow me, it's estimated that others will talk about it one after another."

"You are not only a little screenwriter, but also my girlfriend, Jun Jisheng. What does it matter if others talk about it?" he said, and his slender fingers gently touched the red and swollen part of her forehead.

She couldn't help taking a breath.

"It hurts badly?" he frowned even tighter.

"It's just that you touch it suddenly. I'm not prepared. In fact, it's OK." she said with relief, deeply afraid of how serious he thought of her injury.

He pursed his lips, looked seriously at the instructions of the two plasters she took out, then unscrewed one of the plasters and began to apply it to her.

She sat obediently and looked at his expression from time to time. She didn't pull his sleeve until the ointment was applied and he washed his hands. "I'll pay attention to my safety. I won't do it again next time."

"You want another time." just this time, he felt a terrible panic when he saw her red and swollen forehead.

No matter how severe the scene is, even if he sees a more bloody and cruel picture, he won't feel like this.

"No, no!" she shook her head quickly.

Well, at least she was injured, but it seems that the person who is angry now has become him.

Qin Si Tong thought for a moment and took the initiative to kiss Jun Jisheng's face, "well, smile."

He glanced at her with Feng's eyes. Obviously, he didn't intend to laugh.

She then made persistent efforts and kissed him on the other cheek. "I promise I will protect myself well in the future. I often practice the self-defense skills you taught me before. I'll go to the training room later. I'll practice it for you."