Proud Young Master Pampers Her

Mi Su knew that Rong Jinchu was not a simple person, but she had never thought about it too deeply.

She thought about Xia Anan's idea to escape.

At this moment, Mi Su felt that she was just too smart!

Facing such a mysterious and dangerous man, if she stayed by his side, not only would she have to worry about being killed in the next second, but she would also have to worry about whether her situation was dangerous.

She was just a useless commoner. Every day, she wanted to eat, drink, have fun, find a job, and live a full life. She did not want to have any thrilling experiences.

She flinched from fear.

Rong Jinchu saw through it and in his deep voice there was a hint of playfulness, "Afraid?"

Mi Su nodded her head like a chick pecking rice grains.

If ordinary people heard this, who wouldn't be afraid?

"Don't be afraid, you're someone I want to kill. If anyone wants to surpass me, I definitely won't allow them to kill you before I do."

"…"

Was he comforting himself?

She didn't feel any comfort at all...

Furthermore, rather than saying that Rong Jinchu's words were a form of consolation, it would be more accurate to say that it was a disguised threat.

But after thinking about it again, Mi Su still expressed her satisfaction.

Think about it, if she was really killed by Rong Jinchu and the other enemies, the way she was killed would only be a hornet's nest after being hit by bullets or had her limbs destroyed.

As a result, if he died in the hands of someone else, he might as well die in the hands of Rong Jinchu, who was willing to give him the chance to choose.

When Mi Su finished thinking, her nose started to itch.

Then, one after another, they sneezed.

Ahhh!

Ahhh!

To prevent herself from sneezing again, Mi Su lifted his hand to pinch her nose and rubbed it.

Seeing that, Rong Jinchu's cold gaze landed on Doctor Zhuang's face, "Let her see."

After Doctor Zhuang heard the two of them talking, when he felt Rong Jinchu's gaze, he pouted his lips in grievance.

Every time he made a move, it would be either a large-scale operation with extremely high difficulty, or when Rong Jinchu was in a life or death situation. But now, he had only sprained his ankle and sneezed a few times, and he had to accept the summons to rush over.

He felt that this was an insult to him, someone who only liked to accept challenges.

The Doctor Zhuang wailed in grief for a while.

Sigh!

If you want to insult me, insult me.

He knelt down and repeatedly checked the injuries on Mi Su's leg, and quickly made her judgement, "It is a light sprained injury, Miss Mi, rest in peace for a few days, don't move for as long as possible."

Rong Jinchu looked at his ankle, which was swollen like a steamed bun, and frowned. His voice dropped to a temperature lower than before, "This is called a small problem?"

"…"

Could it be a big problem?

"Young Master Rong, Miss Mi's injuries are indeed a small problem, every life and death situation, like the Young Master Rong's, is the real problem."

Rong Jinchu's face turned cold.

Mizu sensed his displeasure and spoke up to help the doctor. "Rong Jinchu, since Doctor Zhuang said it's a small problem, it's a small problem. I've already said it before, it's just a sprained ankle …

This little injury was nothing.

Rong Jinchu glared at her, his tone filled with a stubbornness that could not be defied. "To me, even the smallest problem of yours is of great importance."

"…"

His heart was beating wildly.

Mi Su secretly gritted her teeth.

Damn Rong Jinchu, did you get addicted to flirting with her?