Chapter 144

Mingming knows Qi Yunzhe first. He has been with him for several years. Why doesn't he get Qi Yunzhe now.

She was unwilling, and the anger in her heart twisted her facial features alive.

……

Qi Yunzhe just went to the bedroom and saw Xia Chun sitting on the bed in the bedroom.

He walked over carelessly, with an indifferent look and sarcasm on the corners of his mouth, "I kicked you out of the company and deliberately hurt you."

Xia Chun bit her bright red lip fiercely, and was almost violated. All the grievances poured into her heart, and the tears in her eyes slipped down uncontrollably.

Qi Yunzhe looked at Xia Chun and burst into tears. He was bored. He ignored him and got up alone to go to the bathroom.

But when he got up from bed, he was firmly clenched by the man.

I scratched my arm in the hotel bathroom and dyed the bandage red again.

Qi Yunzhe sniffed the light blood in the air and found that Xia Chun's arm was wrapped with a bandage that had been dyed red by blood.

His dark eyes were stained with anger, and looked at Xia Chun's arm dyed red with blood like an invisible blade, "what's the matter?"

Xia Chun thought about the future of her manual, but she couldn't open it. Instead, she made her arm hurt more with a blade.

She took a breath and shook weakly, "let me go quickly, don't pull me."

How could Qi Yunzhe jump fiercely as she wanted, his big hand with distinct bones clutched her arm fiercely, and a strong leg pressed his struggling legs.

In this way, Xia Chun was pressed on the bed and couldn't move. He could only let Qi Yunzhe's big palm with distinct bone joints look back and forth.

His big, bony palm walked upstream of Xia Chun's arm. The scarlet and dazzling red blood on the gauze made his dark eyes shrink fiercely.

A cold and angry voice, gnashing teeth in such a big bedroom, "Xia Chun, how can you say that you are still my nominal wife and make yourself look like a ghost? Have you asked for my consent?"

Xia Chun's arm was in great pain. She muttered wrongfully, "there was a small thing when she came back in the afternoon."

Qi Yunzhe looked at the wound on the woman's arm and shouted angrily, "next time you hurt yourself, just roll away and don't appear in front of me."

Xia Chun was wronged, so the shed burst. Her voice was sullen, as if she had some crying cavity, but she was still holding back, "OK."

It was a light word, but at this moment Qi Yunzhe was angry. His eyes condensed a thin layer of cold and cold. Finally, he called the family doctor.

The family doctor said that he only hurt the surface of the skin without further damage, so he simply bandaged it again, left the ointment and went back.

Qi Yunzhe's eyes were as sharp as ink. He looked at his wristwatch. At this moment, it was more than 1 a.m. from the inside to the outside. His full finger abdomen severely pressed the bridge of his nose, so as to relieve his sleepiness.

He looked at the ointment in the woman's hand, got up and walked over. He took the ointment in his hand and squeezed it on the cotton swab.

Xia Chun didn't expect that a man would wipe medicine for himself suddenly. Because of the grievance of pain, he was ruthlessly pressed down.

She asked you to cooperate and stretched out her arm, but Qi Yunzhe handed the cotton swab to her hand, "what do you think? How can a woman like you deserve me to wipe medicine for you."

Qi Yunzhe made a cold stab, raised his strong chin twice, and left the huge living room to the bedroom on the second floor.

Xia Chun looked at the man's back farther and farther away. His heart seemed like a calm lake. He was thrown a stone and ripples.

Xia Chun cut the gauze on her arm with medical scissors. Without cutting it, a lot of fine sweat came out on her forehead.

Because of the problem of the test, the scissors would occasionally touch the wound under the gauze.

She endured the pain in her arm and finally cut off the gauze half an hour later.

The gauze nightdress on the back has been wet by the cold sweat.

She scratched her wound with a cotton swab. Every time, it was a bone etching pain.

Finally, after 10 minutes, she got the medicine. At the moment, she seemed to be taken out of the water, and the whole person was wet.

……

The next morning, Xia Chungang went downstairs for breakfast and heard Liang Yue plead.

"Yun Zhe, I want to work in your company and increase my life experience." Liang Yue put chopsticks on the blue and white porcelain bowl. "I want to increase my life experience so that I can match you around you."

Qi Yunzhe's dark eyes had no temperature. When he raised his eyes to meet the cool moon, he flashed a little. Finally, he didn't refuse, "good"

Liang Yue stood up happily, and the whole person leaned on Qi Yunzhe.

The man noticed the sudden hug, and his whole body was very stiff. Some kind of fleeting cold was forced down. He raised his hand and pulled the cool moon in front of his eyes.

"Eat breakfast early and go together."

Liang Yue nodded her head with a smile, and the smile at the corners of her mouth hooked up, "uh huh."

When Qi Yunzhe bowed his head and ate breakfast gracefully, Xia Chunlu, who had not come down at the rotation of the stairs, showed a provocative look.

Anyway, Qi Yunzhe spoiled himself.

Xia Chun walked down the stairs unhappily, sat in her own position and ate breakfast.

The millet porridge in the bowl is delicate and full, but she doesn't have any appetite.

He picked up two people in a hurry and stood up to leave.

Qi Yunzhe glanced indifferently and didn't ask him to stay. Instead, he stood up and walked out with several documents.

Liang Yue didn't. when she was eating, she also stood up and glared at Xia Chun when she turned around and followed the man.

Xia Chun has already had enough of this kind of white eyes, and just smiles quietly.

Her heart is still slightly bitter. Once she had nothing to talk about with Liang Yue's good friends, but now it has developed into such a competitive relationship, which is also bitter.

Xia Chun clenched her fingers so tightly that there was pain on her arm. She went back to her room and wiped the wound with ointment.

But I found that the wound smeared with ointment was burning like a fire.

She thought it was a drug effect, and forbearance passed, but the longer the time, the more painful her arm became, so that all the places scratched by glass fragments on her arm became suppurative.

She looked at her suppurative arm in some panic. It was unbelievable. The more she treated, the more serious it was. It was invincible.