CEO spoils me too much

Rob held the gun to ISAR's forehead and frowned, wondering what to do with the woman.

"Miss Issa, where should I call this time?"

"If you have the ability, you'll blow my head off." ISAR calmly sits in a chair, points to her head and asks rob to shoot.

Rob shook his head. "Miss ISA, it's too bloody. It's not good."

"Don't dare to move me. Quickly put away your gun and your people and roll away for me. Otherwise, you will see more bloody scenes next time. I, ISA, promise to do it."

At this time, the head was held against the muzzle of the gun. This woman is still as arrogant and uninhibited as ever. She is really not afraid of death.

Rob sighed, "Miss ISA, it's not wise to violate the master's taboo, so let's go back to France for a while."

Bang -

accompanied by two shots that cut through the sky, one hand and one leg of ISA was shot at the same time, and blood gushed from her black leather pants, which was also vivid.

"Ah..." ISAR leaned back on the chair and groaned. She glared at Rob angrily, "how can you have two guns?"

"How can miss Issa get two shots at the same time without two guns? According to my shooting accuracy estimate, if you don't take a good rest and speed up treatment, if you dare to touch the gun again in a short time, your hands and feet may be useless for the rest of your life." Rob was lukewarm, and he revealed the truth to Isa.

"Hateful You will regret it. "

The blood flow on her hands and feet was all over the ground, and the pain forced her white forehead to pour out big sweat beads.

If I had not received professional training since childhood, such pain would have been enough for a woman to pass out.

"Our young master has said that there is no regret in his dictionary. In addition, our young master also said that his woman can't be touched. I hope you can keep it in mind."

Rob had two guns in his hand, like a child's toy gun, and walked out of the castle with the people under his hand.

The silver gray Bugatti Veyron galloped back to Ling's home at a speed of nearly 200 yards.

In the car, I watched the sweat gushing out of my arms, the little woman frowning and showing her eyebrows, and Ling Xiao's cold heart trembled and trembled.

During these two days in France, he could hardly eat and sleep, worrying about her.

He paid all his attention to the old man. He thought it would keep her safe, but he made a mistake.

He compressed three days into two and flew home overnight.

When he got off the plane, he received the bad news from the housekeeper. At that moment, his heart went to his throat. He had never been so worried in his life.

The carriage is full of depression.

Ling Xiaohan looks at Ji Qianchen's half bloodshot shoulder. His self reproach and guilt are getting stronger and stronger. He is so strong that he would like to shoot his shoulder and accompany her to feel the same pain.

The woman's shoulders are white and lovely, and she looks good when she's wearing a bra and suspender.

In case of scars later.

What should she do? Will it be sad? Will you feel inferior? Will you never be happy again?

Every time I think about a meeting, Ling Xiaohan scolds himself in his heart. I wish I could turn around and kill Isa.

The car arrives at Lingjia villa.

Ling Xiaohan carried Ji Qianchen upstairs with the fastest speed.

The family doctor has been waiting.

Ling Xiaohan put Ji Qianchen, who was in a coma, on the head of the bed and asked the doctor to deal with her wound.

He stood by, staring at the doctor's first aid, not daring to leave for a moment.

The doctor with a cotton swab and alcohol to help Ji Qianchen clean the wound was shaking his fingers.

Young master is now covered with cold and murderous spirit. If he dare to make a mistake, he will be finished.

What's more, the injury on the right shoulder of the young lady is too serious. We need to cut clothes to completely deal with the wound.

This is another big problem of the century.

The doctor wiped the sweat on his forehead and carefully cleaned the wound for Ji Qianchen.

When the wound was half cleaned, the doctor finally couldn't help saying, "young master, I need your help."

Ling Xiao's cold eyes glared at him coldly: "I pay you to ask me for help?"

The doctor looked aggrieved.

I knew the consequences would be like this.

"Young master, the wound of the young lady is stuck by the clothes. You need to cut off the clothes on her shoulder. I think it would be better for you to come by yourself. " The doctor bit his lip and offered to die.

"Go out first."

Ling Xiaohan blows the doctor out, sits on the edge of the bed, takes the scissors prepared by the head of the bed, and carefully cuts the sleeve on her shoulder.

The clothes were stabbed by the lion's tusks and pasted with blood. Every time he tore off a piece of cloth, he could feel the little woman's eyebrow frown.It's too painful. I can feel the pain even when I faint.

His movements are very light and soft, for fear that excessive exertion will make her more painful.

Ji Qianchen had a long dream.

In the dream, she also fought 300 battles with a lion, but at this time she was a powerful spirit girl, and the lion was a spirit beast.

It took her a lot of effort to tame the lion.

When she tames the lion under her command, the war is over.

Her dream woke up, too.

When she woke up, the pain on her shoulder reminded her clearly that it was just a dream.

She duels with the lion. It's only her who may die.

Blinked eyes, slowly opened eyes, bedside, a handsome and threatening face gradually reflected in her line of sight.

The nose is high, the lips are thin and cool, and the starry eyes are dark as ink.

Ling Xiaohan.

He's back.

Her husband is really back.

"Ling Xiaohan, you are back at last." It seems that for a moment, she forgot the wound and the pain. She was so excited that she wanted to turn over from the bed and sit up.

Ling Xiaohan hands in time, will wake up restless woman strong press back to bed: "don't move, you still have injury on the shoulder."

Ji Qianchen lies at the head of the bed, his eyes rolling.

This room is her bedroom with Ling Xiaohan. It seems that the wound on her shoulder has also been bandaged. Ling Xiaohan also accompanies her.

Just having a dream, the world changes.

It's no longer the back garden of the Colosseum, no longer the blood of the ferocity.

"I want to hold you." Ji Qianchen purses her lips, and her eyes are full of hope and fear of escaping from death.

When she was dying of pain, the first person she wanted to see was him.

Now for the rest of his life, he is the first one who wants to hold him.

His arms are the cure for everything.

Even if he suffered more pain and more grievances, as long as he hugged, it would be good.

"Fool." Ling Xiaohan was afraid of hurting her wound, otherwise he would have put her in his arms.

Now that she has made this request, does he have any reason not to agree.

Get close to her, hold her waist with your hands, and slowly lift her up.

Ji Qianchen can't move his whole shoulder. It hurts when he moves.

In fact, it's painful not to move. The whole meat is as hot as a fire.

Lingxiaohan opens his arms, hands around her waist, and holds her in his arms.

Ji Qianchen's cheek sticks to his heart.

Ling Xiaohan deliberately avoids letting her right shoulder touch a little external force, which brings her pain.

The hug is not comfortable.

But Ji Qianchen felt so warm.

Crouching on his chest, murmuring: "I don't know if you will arrive later, I will be eaten by the lion."