Mr.Han's Pregnant Naughty Wife

Xue he could not help complaining that the complex emotions in his eyes were intertwined, and he didn't know how she provoked him.

Seeing Xue heleng standing still, Han Qichen lowered his voice and reminded again, "get off."

Xue he reluctantly pushed open the door and got out of the car slowly.

Without saying a word, she closely followed Han Qichen, and the words he had just said kept ringing back in her mind.

Han Qichen suddenly stopped, and Xue he fiercely hit his strong back.

She staggered back two steps, but Han Qichen's still motionless.

She rubbed her forehead, looked at him discontentedly, walked and stopped suddenly.

Xue he said softly, "you... What's the matter with you."

He told the servant in displeasure, "go and find me a doctor."

The servant lowered his head and hurried to make a phone call. More than ten minutes later, a middle-aged doctor in a white coat appeared in the Han family's mansion. He trotted all the way with a medicine box.

Until he saw Han Qichen and Xue he sitting in the living room, he suddenly stopped.

Don't all the people sit here well, but the tone at the other end of the phone just now seems that someone has been seriously injured.

The doctor took off his glasses, wiped the sweat on his face, and carefully said, "Mr. Han, who was injured?"

Han Qichen glanced slowly with a cold look, "can't you see?" His dark eyes glanced at Xue he lightly.

When the doctor put on his glasses again, he could see the small scratches on Xue he's arm.

For him, who is nearsighted for more than 600 degrees, if he doesn't wear glasses, he really can't see the scratches on her arm at all.

In any case, he is also the attending doctor in the hospital. Generally, only important operations can use him. It's too overqualified for him to deal with abrasions.

But I only dare to think about these words in his heart. Even if he is giving him a hundred courage, he will never dare to speak them in front of this man unless he is really tired of living.

"Miss Xue, let me treat your wound." He had seen Xue he several times in the hospital before, so he was quite impressed with her.

Xue he nodded, "please, doctor."

Although the wounds are not very deep, the large and small wounds almost cover her whole arm, which may take a long time to clean up.

The doctor pushed the glasses on his face. Perhaps for professional reasons, he couldn't help asking, "Miss Xue, why are there so many wounds on your arm."

There was no expression on Xue he's face, but Han Qichen's face was extremely gloomy.

At a distance of two meters, the doctor felt a strong murderous spirit. He involuntarily turned back and just looked at Han Qichen's evil eyes, swallowed his saliva silently, and turned away from talking.

Xue he smiled awkwardly, "accidentally scraped." It's strange enough that the injured man is himself, and I don't know why he is so angry.

After dealing with the wound on his arm and preparing to put away the medicine box, the doctor suddenly found a scratch on Xue he's neck. The wound was as long as an index finger.

"Miss Xue, why do you still have a wound on your neck?"

After hearing the doctor's words, Xue he reacted and touched his neck. If the doctor didn't say anything, she wouldn't feel anything at all. Now she felt the pain from her neck.

"Miss Xue, I'm disinfecting you. The wound on the neck is no better than that on the arm."

Xue he nodded.

When the alcohol cotton just touched his neck, Xue he couldn't help taking a breath, which was burning.

Han Qichen's cold eyes swept slowly, provoking the doctor to fight a cold war.

Perhaps because he was too nervous, the doctor's hand shook hard.

"Hiss -" Xue he's body retreated slightly.