Systematic Director’s Tender Love

After retaining the little assistant, she turned her head again and patiently said to Mu Yichen:

"It's rare for this doctor to come here on purpose, so Mu Shao will just get accustomed! Although you don't know her now, everyone is young. Chat together and you will get acquainted soon."

The little assistant stood at the door, neither walking nor staying. The situation was a bit embarrassing.

"Oh? Just talk a few words, even if you are familiar?"

He raised his eyebrows, disagreeing with her words.

"Yes indeed!"

Zhao Donghan nodded.

"Unfortunately, our understanding is biased. In my dictionary, ‘familiar’ is not interpreted that way."

He shook his fingers and said slowly.

"Then Shao Mu thinks, what is a familiarity?"

Do I have to eat together and go shopping together?

Zhao Donghan said heartily, eldest master, don't do it anymore, it's almost done, just go down the stairs!

Let so many people worry about it, if it were her, she would definitely feel sorry.

"People who have slept together are considered familiar." He raised his eyes and looked at her, with a faint charm at the corner of his lips, and said every word, "For example...like you and me."

Just now he heard that Zhao Donghan ranted at the door and denied their relationship.

She wants to separate the relationship, how could he make her wish?

He naturally has a way to let more people know. The bond between them will be like vines, tightly entwined.

In the near future, she will eventually bear his surname. In her life, don't want to make it clear.

As soon as Mu Yichen's words were spoken, the little assistant at the door was dumbfounded, and began to guess their relationship in his heart.

If you say they are a couple, the woman denies it; if you say they are not lovers, the man also said that they slept together.

What is the relationship between these two people?

Zhao Donghan's white face instantly turned red.

When she heard that, he was ridiculing her by saying that, because she was an anonymous, low-status mistress.

A moment ago, she had just finished talking to the little assistant that she and Mu Yichen were neither a couple nor a couple. Now that Mu Yichen said such things without shyness, what would others think?

Is it necessary for him to tell this story so that everyone knows it?

In this bedroom, the only person who is expressionless and calm is Zhou Jianjia.

Without waiting for Zhao Donghan to say anything, Mu Yichen continued:

"When you walked in, didn't you say that you were worried about my injury? Why don't you come and dress me with medicine, so you should be relieved?"

"I do not know."

Zhao Donghan's head shook like a rattle, and he rejected his suggestion on the spot.

He coerced her to say the hypocritical words just now. She felt too disgusting, she didn't want to recall, and was too lazy to refute him, so she chose to ignore it automatically.

The professional doctor is here, why does he want her to do it? As long as he sees her idle, he feels uncomfortable, right?

It stands to reason that he rescued her, and it was fine for her to bandage a wound for him. However, in terms of treatment effect, it is certainly not as professional as a doctor.

His order is simply irresponsible to himself.

The man glanced at her, frowning.

Is she really not, or is she unwilling to approach him? Thinking of this, he sank his face and said coldly:

"If you feel embarrassed, I won't force you.

However, in case you are really convinced, my injury worsens and the pain is unbearable. At that time, I can't pick up the pen and delay signing the contract, but I can't blame it.

To blame, you can only blame the choice you made at the moment, which ruined the cooperation. "

There are too many things that she cares about, and they are all in his hands, and he can take out one at will, which can threaten her.

"Okay, I can try. But first, say yes. I haven't done anything like that, and I can't grasp the degree of strength. If you accidentally hurt you later, don't blame me."

She gritted her teeth and intimidated, then reluctantly walked to him and sat down coldly.

She could only verbally respond to his threats and had to obey them in action.

She'd better shake her hand for a while, tear his wound, and then hurt the **** to death.

Zhao Donghan stared at him, and couldn't help feeling fierce in his heart.

He pulled her collar, causing her to fall into his arms involuntarily. From the back angle, it seems that she is actively throwing in her arms. She pressed her thin lips to her ears and whispered:

"Don't worry, I always hurt women. No woman has a record of hurting me."

The warm breath, lightly vomiting on her sensitive ears, dyed her snowy ears pink.

She raised her hand to push him away, turned her head and told the housekeeper:

"Get someone to bring a basin of water."

The butler moved after hearing the wind, and immediately ordered to go down.

Zhao Donghan closed his eyes, opened them again, and said to A Yan from his side:

"Can you lend me the medicine box?"

"can."

A Yan stood at the door, still studying what the relationship between the handsome man and the beautiful woman was. Hearing Zhao Donghan called her, he ran over and handed the medicine box over.

It just seemed to listen to her saying that he would not treat the wound. Ayan was afraid that she was nervous, so she said empathetically:

"Don't worry, I will tell you the steps by the side."

Zhao Donghan took the medicine box and nodded, thanking her for her kindness.

At this time, the maid brought the water over. In addition, hand soap and clean towels are also prepared.

Zhao Donghan washed his hands carefully, sighed softly, and said to Mu Yichen:

"Give me your hand."

Mu Yichen stretched out his arms obediently and lay them lazily before her eyes.

The towel wrapped around his arm was completely soaked in blood, and he couldn't distinguish the original color.

She pursed her lips and couldn't bear to watch.

The cruel words just said, as well as all the vicious thoughts in my heart, were swept away in an instant. She swallowed and said softly:

"Mu Shao, I am going to open your wound now. It may be a little painful, so bear with it."

"Ok."

He uttered a word softly, and dropped his eyes half-heartedly, his gaze fell on her slightly nervous face.

Fortunately, her face was not scalded by the pot of hot soup, and the place where she had just been reddened was white.

Zhao Donghan pinched one end of the towel, his fingertips trembling slightly due to tension.

Due to the bleeding too much, the towel has stuck to the skin. As long as she takes off the towel, he will definitely feel pain no matter how lightly she moves.

Thinking of this, she dared not make any effort.

"What are you hesitating?"

After waiting for about half a minute, she did not see her next move. He frowned impatiently, and his big knuckles were wrapped around her weak and boneless hands. Pulling hard, he pulled the towel off.

Three shocking holes appeared in the air. Looking at the blood that came out instantly, Zhao Donghan's breathing couldn't help but stagnate.

She is not a timid person, and she has not seen similar wounds. However, at this moment, she felt that her heart seemed to be held by someone's hands, depressed and uncomfortable.

Zhao Donghan knew that people had bacteria on their hands and couldn't cover their wounds directly, so he quickly opened the lid of the medicine box.

Take out the sterile cotton from the inside and gently press it on his wound, finally stopping the bleeding temporarily.