One Night Sweet: The president spoils his wife to the bone

Ji Zitong subconsciously retracts his arm.

"Nothing, just a touch."

Yan Beichen squints at Ji Zitong's dodgy eyes. He suddenly starts to hold her wrist and unties her cufflinks.

"What are you doing?" Ji Zitong anxiously wants to withdraw her hand, but her arm is too painful. She dare not exert herself. She can only let Yan Beichen untie her Cufflinks and lift her wide sleeve, revealing her white and slender arm and some red and swollen shoulders.

She glanced at her shoulder and frowned.

I didn't expect that the impact was so serious. Maybe it was because when she fell to the ground, there was a protrusion on the ground, so the impact was more serious.

"Just a touch?" Yan Beichen lowered his voice to question.

Ji Zitong doesn't dare to refute because he is guilty.

She pulled off her sleeve to block Yan Beichen's sight.

"It doesn't matter. It will disappear in a few days."

Ji Zitong turns around and wants to open her own door. Her shoulder is cold and she is pinched. Ji Zitong's heart is tight. She turns around in pain. The culprit standing behind her looks at her with a gloomy face.

Ji Zitong, who has been pinched, is more angry.

She touched the wound and glared at Yan Beichen angrily.

"Don't go too far, Mr. Yan."

"Follow me to the hotel clinic." Yan Beichen ordered the way.

Ji Zitong frowned: "Mr. Yan, I said, my shoulder is OK, I myself..."

Before her words were finished, Yan Beichen's mobile phone rang. It was old lady Yan.

Yan Beichen answers the phone.

"Hello, grandma!"

"Well, she's with me now, but she..."

Intuition Yan Beichen may say what, Ji Zitong brain alarm, she quickly hands together to do pray toward Yan Beichen shook.

Yan Beichen spits out three words with his lips to Ji Zitong: infirmary.

It's the infirmary. Just go.

Ji Zitong nods to him.

It's better to go to the infirmary than to be made big by Mrs. Yan knowing that she was injured.

Yan Beichen satisfied with the phone said: "she's OK, but today out looks a little tired."

Yan Beichen hands the phone to Ji Zitong.

Old lady Yan no doubt told Ji Zitong not to be tired.

Ji Zitong is full of promise. When she has finished dealing with old lady Yan, Ji Zitong gives her mobile phone back to Yan Beichen with lingering fear.

Yan Beichen put away his mobile phone and took two steps to the side. He saw Ji Zitong standing in front of the door. Yan Beichen stopped and looked back at her.

"Not yet?"

Ji Zitong sighed impatiently and followed behind Yan Beichen.

……

Because it was evening, there was only one male doctor on duty in the hotel's infirmary.

At the sight of the male doctor, Yan Beichen's face sank.

"Why are you alone?"

The male doctor looked innocent: "I'm the only one on duty at night."

"Why aren't you a woman doctor?"

Ji Zitong

Male doctor

Male doctor can't laugh or cry, he is a man, how to become a woman? It's not like he's doing a show about big changes.

"This gentleman, and this lady, who is not feeling well?" The male doctor asked with concern.

Ji Zitong quickly said: "it's me. My shoulder is bruised. I want to eliminate poison and inflammation."

"That's no problem. Sit down first and I'll prepare."

Yan Beichen: "no need. Let's go to the hospital."

Male doctor

Ji Zitong

"I just hit it. I didn't hurt my bone. I don't have to go to the hospital!" Ji Zitong said firmly to the male doctor: "you help me to detoxify the wound!"

Yan Beichen

The male doctor took a careful look at Yan Beichen, who was full of cold breath. The latter's eyes were full of alert and warning to him.

He looks at Ji Zitong in embarrassment.

"This lady, why don't you go to the hospital?"

Although the male doctor didn't find it, Ji Zitong found out that Yan Beichen didn't worry about her shoulder bone, but he cared about the male doctor in the infirmary.

He's jealous of a male doctor?

Isn't that jealousy?

Ji Zitong didn't look at the male doctor angrily: "do you have alcohol cotton or something like that? If you don't want to help me, I'll do it myself! "

Male doctor

Looking at Ji Zitong, he really went to get the cotton beside him, and a man grabbed her hand.

Ji Zitong turns back in anger.

"Mr. Yan, I'm not one of you. Are you too lenient?"

Yan Beichen's deep eyes fixed on her angry face, thin lips gently opened: "I help you!"

Ji Zitong

Two minutes later, Ji Zitong sits on a chair. She lifts her sleeve. Yan Beichen treats Ji Zitong's wound. The male doctor stands by and directs her.

"Yes, yes, that's it. First, clean the dirty blood on the wound with alcohol cotton like this, and then wipe it on the side. Yes, that's it!"

When Yan Beichen is treating Ji Zitong's wound, the male doctor's mouth is not idle. No matter what Yan Beichen does, he has to say something beside him.

Yan Beichen has been a gloomy face, thin lips taut into a straight line.

Finally, when Yan Beichen pasted the air permeable tape on Ji Zitong, the male doctor spoke again.

"This gentleman, when you put the tape in the middle, you should aim it at the middle of the wound. Yes, it's very good. Oh, your strength should be lower, otherwise, it will hurt the patient's wound."

Ji Zitong

When Yan Beichen and Ji Zitong came out of the infirmary, the male doctor said to them kindly: "madam, your husband is so kind to you. If you need anything, you can come back."

Ji Zitong

Ji Zitong subconsciously wants to explain the relationship between himself and Yan Beichen.

Next to him, Yan Beichen, who had planned never to come again, quickly replied, "good!"

Ji Zitong

After hearing this, the male doctor returns to the infirmary with a smile. Ji Zitong wants to catch up and explain. Yan Beichen stretches his arm to stop her.

"Isn't your wound treated?"

Ji Zitong said: "but he just misunderstood the relationship between us. You and I are not..."

"He doesn't know us. Why explain it to him so clearly?"

Ji Zitong frowned.

What Yan Beichen said seems reasonable. Why should she explain it so clearly to a stranger?

But there is something wrong with her. She seems to have been taken advantage of.

There are only Ji Zitong and Yan Beichen in the elevator. The narrow space is extremely quiet and ambiguous.

"Mr. Yan, thank you for helping me with the medicine." Ji Zitong broke the silence first.

"No need!" Yan Beichen deeply coagulated her and continued: "this kind of thing, I won't fake it to others."

Ji Zitong