Systematic Director’s Tender Love

Mu Yichen walked to the sofa and sat down, pressed the lighter with his thumb, lit the cigarette, and took a sip between his lips.

He turned his head and saw that she was still leaning against the wall, keeping the same posture as before, so he curled his eyebrows:

"Why aren't you leaving?"

Normally, doesn't she wish to leave him soon?

Suddenly remembered one thing, for her abnormal behavior, I knew more about her abnormal behavior, and said slowly:

"Today, you don't have to pretend to be reluctant."

This time, Zhao Donghan was really not acting, so after hearing him say that, she still did not move.

She has to do something as soon as possible to convince him. Otherwise, his blood might be drained.

Directly persuade, he will probably refuse. The butler's persuasion was useless, let alone her.

It is better to try circuitous tactics to make a radical strategy or something, maybe you can achieve your goal.

Thinking of this, she walked to Mu Yichen and said softly:

"I have a question, I want to ask Mu Shao."

"what's up?"

He didn't move, nor turned his head to look at her, just spoke lightly. The straight white smoke from his fingers slowly rose upward.

She stared at the white towel dyed red on his arm, unable to miss her sight:

"I want to know, why do you refuse to receive treatment?"

"Who are you? Why should I answer you?"

He looked straight ahead, still not looking at her.

"Since you are unwilling to answer, then I'll make a bold guess." Ignoring his first question automatically, she said slowly, "You must want to use this as an excuse to ruin the previous talk with me. Agreement.

When the day you sign the contract with Zhao, you can tell me in a straightforward manner, your hand hurts, you can't hold the pen, you can't sign it, right? "

"Don't worry, even if I regret it, I will tell you straightforwardly, I don't need to use this as an excuse."

His low voice seemed to be wrapped in a thin layer of frost, cold and biting.

This woman couldn't leave the Zhao family in three sentences, and she didn't have a half-point position in her heart.

Zhao Donghan tilted his head and thought for a while, and then continued to arrange:

"Then you refuse to treat and let it go, just want to blackmail me a sum of money after the wound gets worse.

When the time comes, you will definitely say, look, it's all to save you, my arm becomes like this..."

Hearing her unfounded guess, Mu Yichen didn't want to talk to her. But when she heard her talking nonsense, she didn't seem to want to stop, so he couldn't help but ridicule her:

"Do you think that with my financial resources, I need to blackmail you, a person who has nothing?"

Zhao Donghan raised his lips and said in a calm tone:

"That's right, you really don't need it. Then there is only one possibility left. You plan to linger in front of me all day with the wounded posture.

Don’t you often feel dissatisfied because I ignore you? In order to arouse my sympathy and attention, I deliberately did not go to the doctor, right? It was terribly naive.

I can tell you clearly that there is no need to waste your time.

Not to mention that you have suffered such a small injury. Even if your entire arm is scrapped, I will not sympathize with you, I will only feel that you deserve it! "

"You shut up!" Mu Yichen stood up suddenly, glaring at her. This woman is really getting more and more reckless, "Do you think I need to use the injury to get the attention of your mistress? It's ridiculous!

Think about it for yourself. Does what you say conform to the thinking logic of normal people? "

"Are there few things Mu Shao did that violated normal people's thinking logic?"

She smiled coldly, and sneered at each other with disdain.

"Go and call the doctor in!"

Mu Yichen growled intolerably.

It was a minor injury, but he didn't let the doctor see him because he was afraid of trouble.

To prevent her from continuing to guess, he decided to call the doctor in for a look. Lest she treats the gentleman's belly with a villain's heart and keeps twittering in his ears forever.

Zhao Donghan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately came to the door, opened the door, and greeted outside:

"Doctor Ayan, Mu Shao invites you in."

Ayan was still waiting anxiously at the door. Upon hearing this, she immediately walked in with the medicine box. Steward Zhou followed, like a Chinese New Year, with joy hung between his brows. He kept thanking Zhao Donghan, thanking her for persuading his stubborn young master.

Zhao Donghan shook his head slightly, this young master really did not know the blessing when he was born. There were so many people caring about him, and he was still taking Joe there.

Such a person should be thrown on the road, no one cares about him. Let him dry for a few days, and he will know that he will cherish it.

A Yan carried the medicine box, walked up to Mu Yichen, and said respectfully:

"Excuse me, please stretch out your arm and I will check the wound for you."

The man sitting on the sofa coldly raised his eyes, glanced at A Yan, and then withdrew his gaze:

"I remember, my family doctor, one surnamed Chen, the other surnamed Liu. Who are you?"

"Um, I am Dr. Chen's assistant. I came back once, you may not remember."

A Yan looked a little embarrassed and put the medicine box on the coffee table.

"you can go now."

Mu Yichen said bluntly that he would not save any face to the other party.

A Yan was dumbfounded, unable to figure out where she had offended this young master, and stammered:

"I am a medical graduate with a medical qualification certificate. I am very professional in treating trauma, please rest assured."

"You have misunderstood. I don't doubt whether you are professional, but I just hate people who I don't know see me."

The man explained concisely, not even giving her a glance.

"This……"

Ayan saw that she was obviously disgusted.

People have already talked about it for this purpose. If she doesn't leave, she will upset her employer. I had to hold my mouth in a grievance and hold the medicine box in my arms, ready to leave.

As she walked towards the door, Ah Yan muttered in her heart:

what happened? She obviously came with Doctor Chen, but Mu Yichen seemed to have no impression of her at all.

At this time, the housekeeper suddenly remembered what his young master was most taboo.

Mu Yichen's words just now, the so-called dislike for treating him by someone he doesn't know, is just a euphemism.

In fact, he doesn't like women being close to him.

There are two family doctors in Mu House, one man and one woman. Dr. Chen is responsible for treating Mu Yichen, and Dr. Liu is responsible for the health of the housekeeper, bodyguard and maid.

Because Mu Yichen was born with excellent physique and often exercises, he rarely gets sick. Every time Dr. Chen came, it was nothing more than a regular health checkup for him.

The housekeeper regretted it. He just saw that his young master was injured. He was in a rush and ignored the important issue of gender.

He paused, walked to Mu Yichen's side, and bowed slightly:

"Master, I'm sorry, I forgot your habits. How about I call Dr. Shen and ask him to come over?"

"No need."

Mu Yichen raised his eyebrows, and coldly rejected the butler's suggestion.

Dr. Shen is no stranger to him, but that is his father's attending physician. Once you call Dr. Shen, he will surely alarm his father, so forget it.

Zhao Donghan stood in the corner, silently observing.

She thought that this matter had come to an end. Unexpectedly, the young master made such a fuss again.

His injury requires early hemostasis and treatment, and it is not suitable to be delayed any longer, but he is still picking whether the doctor knows him or not.

Why is this man with turquoise hair so hard to serve?

She rubbed her temples and stopped the little assistant who came to the door:

"Please wait a minute."