Chapter 299 Get Lost!

Zong Beili didn't say anything. Tong Huaer couldn't figure out what he meant. He gritted his teeth, got up and walked to the coffee table. He took a look at the food that Ye Shen had brought over and took a soup to go to zong Beili.

"Zong Beili, have some soup first..."

"Get out of here!"

"Ah!"

The bowl of soup was suddenly swept away by Zong Beili, and the boiling water splashed on the back of Tong Huaer's hand, causing her to cry out in pain. She covered the back of her hand and squatted down, her small face drenched in cold sweat.

Silence.

Zong Beili stared coldly at his trembling body, his thin lips curling up in a cold arc, "Stop pretending! Get up!"

This woman did it on purpose. She wanted to win his sympathy!

"Tong Huaer, get up!"

Seeing that tong Huaer did not move, Zong Beili's harsh voice grew louder.

"...

Tong Huaer, who was crouching on the ground, slowly raised his head and looked at Zong Beili with pained eyes. His small, bloodless face clenched its teeth into its lips.

The whole world will lie, but her eyes won't.

Zong Beili stared into Tong Huaer's eyes for two seconds, then suddenly took her hand off the back of her hand, glanced at the place where she was scalded, and said, "Fun!"

Late at night.

All the doctors rushed to Zong Beili's room. Tong Huaer sat on the sofa, clenched his lips and stretched out his hand to treat the doctor's wound.

The place where she had been treated with candy had turned red, and blisters were forming all over it, sending waves of burning pain.

"Young master Zong, Miss Tong's wound is so serious that we can't be sure if it will leave a scar."

After dressing tong Huaer, the doctor respectfully said zongbei.

"What is uncertainty? Aren't you a doctor? If it can be cured, it can be cured. If it can't be cured, it can't be cured! What does uncertainty mean?"

Zong Beili sat on the sofa on the other side, and every time he said a word, the chill in his voice increased!

"This... Everyone's healing ability is different, Master zong......"

"Then what do I want you to do?"

Zong Beili did not have the patience to listen to the doctor, as if he could not let Tong Huaer's hand return to its original state, and he was guilty of a great crime.

"...

The doctor's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he stood trembling on the side, not daring to speak again.

"Forget it, Zong Beili. Don't make things difficult for him."

Tong Huaer's soft voice suddenly sounded in the room.

Ask the doctor to make sure that her hands are the same as before. Only Zong Beili can do such a tyrannical and unreasonable thing.

"...

Zong Beili frowned and stared at Tong Huaer. The strong cold spread around. Ye Shen suddenly walked in quickly from outside and said respectfully, "Young master Zong, I just contacted dr. Bowers. He can come over tomorrow to treat miss tong."

"Dr. Bowers?" Tong Huaer looked at Ye Shen doubtfully.

"Miss Tong, dr. Bowers is the world's most authoritative dermatologist. Young master Zong asked me to contact him after you were injured." Ye shen said.

"...

Tong Huaer was stunned. Her clear eyes looked suspiciously at zong Beili, but the back of her hand was scalded. Was it necessary to find the world's most authoritative doctor?

Well, she really doesn't understand the world of rich people.

"Get out of here!"

Zong Beili shouted impatiently.

Ye Shen and the doctor left quickly, winking at child Huaer before they left.

Tong Huaer was stunned and realized that Ye Shen was reminding her to let Zong Beili eat. She turned her head and looked hesitantly at the man next to her. She thought to herself, what is the probability that Zong Beili would be angry if she let him eat now?

"Scratch."

The bedroom door was closed from the outside.

Tong Huaer bit his lip and looked at zongbei, "Zong Beili, I didn't mean to run out and not come back. I didn't dare to walk around in the dark. The shop assistant has promised me that when she gets off work at dawn, she will take me to the police station..."

But he found her before that.

Tong Huaer was not stupid enough to not want to come back, but she took a safer approach.

Zong Beili stared at her coldly with his dark eyes and his brows furrowed. Tong Huaer did not know whether he was calming down or getting angrier after hearing her explanation.

She had never been able to fathom this temperamental man.

"Come here!"

Zong Beili suddenly ordered in a cold voice.

Tong Huaer looked up at her, got up and walked over. Zong Beili held her in his arms and picked up her small hand with his big, bony hands, "Does it hurt?"

Tong Huaer was stunned and nodded, "Yes."

That bowl of soup is similar to boiling water. Only the unconscious will feel the pain.

"You deserve it! Who told you to make me angry! Do you know how dangerous it is here at night? Next time run around and break your legs!" Zong Beili said viciously.

Tong Huaer: ... "" he clearly didn't give her a chance to explain

And broken legs... It's so bloody.

"Bear with it. It won't hurt if Bowers comes over tomorrow to show you!" Zong Beili suddenly added, sounding like he was comforting her.

"...

Tong Huaer was almost driven mad by Zong Beili's changing personality.

Biting his lip, he retracted his hand and looked at zongbei, "I heard from Ye Shen that you haven't eaten yet. Can I bring you dinner?"

Although the injury on her hand was important, Zong Beili's dinner was also important. After all, once his stomach disease started, it was no joke.

"Eat, eat, Tong Huaer. You'll die if you don't eat! What can you do with one less meal?!"

Zong Beili shouted at her with a straight face.

"I..." Where is she going to eat? Tong Huaer couldn't tell. He looked at zong beili and said, "Then I'm hungry. I want to eat if I'm hungry. How can I eat if you don't eat?"

Her small, flat face looked aggrieved. Zongbei glanced at her bandaged hand and stood up abruptly.

"Hey, Zong Beili, where are you going?"

Tong Huaer looked at his back in surprise. Was he angry again? But he hasn't had dinner yet.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Zong Beili glanced at her patiently, then coldly withdrew his gaze and walked towards the bedroom inside.

Tong Huaer was startled and relieved to know that Zong Beili was going to get the lunch box.

After dinner in the evening, Zong Beili, a man with a serious obsession with cleanliness, flared up again. In the middle of the night, people from the hotel came to change their carpets that had been spilled with soup.

It was already early morning after a series of twists and turns.

Tong Huaer was lying on the bed with his arms and waist pressed down. He was stunned by Zong Beili's even breathing. After a while, he couldn't help but turn over.

"Can't sleep?"

Zong Beili's deep voice sounded behind him.

Tong Huaer shook and turned to look at Zong Beili, "Aren't you asleep?"

"You move around. Who can sleep?" Zong Beili snorted and looked at her with the lamp on.