Chapter 120 As the price of saving you, you are not allowed to leave tonight
Zhuo Jian realized what he saw and understood what he had returned to the private room to find Mr. Zhao at that time, but he couldn't help but feel ashamed: "Fu Yanye, stop watching."
"Who is going to let you get hurt?"
He lay behind her and questioned in her ear.
Zhuo Jian was in a mess. She was already bad enough. He was still bullying her?
"Where else was injured? Did you say it yourself, or would I take it off?"
Fu Yanye continued to ask without waiting for her to answer.
"I said, I said!"
When Zhuo Jian heard that he wanted to take off, he quickly called him.
Fu Yanye got up from her, but his expression was still cold.
Zhuo Jian sat up with pain and spread his palms: "The worst thing here is bleeding!"
Fu Yanye looked at the blood in her palm, pinched the injured side with cold fingers, and then unconsciously exerted force.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him with pain: "I owe you another favor."
Owe someone favor?
Fu Yanye looked up at her, and the more he looked, the more angry he became.
Zhuo Jian said again: "But if you hold me like this, my hands will be ruined and you can't even cook."
"Do I lack one for you to cook?"
Fu Yanye questioned, but the movement of holding her hand became lighter.
"Then why did you ask me to cook for you?"
The feeling of being out of danger made her feel relaxed at this moment and she couldn't help but argue with him.
"That's not because...you think about it yourself."
Fu Yanye said this, and heard the door ringing and stood up and left.
Zhuo Jian looked up at his tall back and walked out, but he couldn't help relaxing. If he hadn't arrived in time, would she have been beaten by Lin Jiaoyang to look for teeth on the ground?
Unexpectedly, Lin Chaoyang showed his fox's tail so quickly, and he specially found Mr. Zhao. What was his wishful thinking?
Zhuo Jian never wanted to think about an elder with dirty thoughts, but why did she forget that person is not an elder anymore.
He appeared before her as an adult, rich man.
In order to get her to divorce Fu Yanye and to marry into the Fu family, she came to hook up with her. If she couldn't get along, she became harsh.
Think about it, but that's the case.
A female doctor in her forties came and checked her place and wound on her and asked her, "Does it hurt?"
"Can you bear it!"
Zhuo Jian said softly.
The female doctor smiled and opened the medicine bottle to disinfect her.
Zhuo Jian's mouth was a little cracked, and the female doctor pressed it with a cotton swab. She didn't scream but couldn't help biting her lip.
"If you are sure there is no other injury, you can go back first, I will do the rest."
Fu Yanye suddenly walked forward.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him.
Fu Yanye also looked at her coldly, then his black eyes looked at the potion bottle next to him.
Zhuo Jian didn't want him to come because she felt that he would wait for an opportunity to take revenge.
She didn't know what to take revenge.
Why would he go to save her because she had time to think about it now, was it because of childhood sweethearts? Or was she still his wife now, this identity?
"Okay, it's nothing serious, but the place where you may fall in the past few days will be swelling and painful. Don't be too nervous, I'll leave first."
The doctor could already see at first glance that he was a huge light bulb, so he left after the explanation.
Fu Yanye sat beside her and asked her: "Does it hurt?"
"pain!"
For some reason, she subconsciously admitted the pain.
"It hurts seriously, who deserves it?"
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian thinks he is ruthless and ruthless is good and can make people calm down.
So she was quiet and then just frowned slightly.
He treated the corner of her mouth, and watched her purse her lips gently and immediately pressed her lips with his thumb: "Don't purse."
Zhuo Jian looked at him with a pair of black and tender eyes, extremely innocent.
Seeing her like this, Fu Yanye couldn't help but hold her breath and lower her head to continue to deal with the wound on her hand.
Seeing that there was a band-aid on his forehead, Zhuo Jian couldn't help asking, "Have your wounds started to scar?"
"I thought you wouldn't care if I died."
Fu Yanye lowered his head and said while disinfecting.
So Zhuo Jian looked at him and then became quiet.
Since they are not suitable for chatting, then don’t chat.
"Let's go down!"
Fu Yanye treated her hands and then ordered her while twisting the sterilization medicine into the lid.
Zhuo Jian's face turned red.
Behind me is just a soft and big bed.
"It's okay later, I..."
"What? I'll ask me to kneel down and beg you?"
Fu Yanye questioned.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
Where do you start with this?
But don’t you understand whether men and women can teach and kiss each other?
Zhuo Jian felt depressed and did not dare to challenge him. He turned his head silently and lay on the bed.
Her slender waist wrapped in her trousers makes it difficult to control herself at first glance.
Fu Yanye rolled his Adam's apple, then looked up at her bruises.
The doctor left the ointment and put it aside. He picked it up and looked at the instructions, and then opened it.
It's not the first time I've put her medicine, but this time it's like this...
“Have you not had a good meal lately?”
Fu Yanye asked while applying medicine to her.
Zhuo Jian was originally blushing because his hot palm was on her waist. After hearing his question, he slightly distracted his mind and replied: "It's not deliberately losing weight."
Fu Yanye's movements stumbled.
He didn't think she was losing weight.
He thought that the two of them had a bad relationship these days, so she was in a bad mood, just like him...
That's the same!
But she said so, that is, she didn't have trouble eating and sleeping for the sake of the two of them?
Is he thinking too much?
Being sentimental?
Fu Yanye thought about this, and the movements of his palm on her waist unconsciously increased a little.
"Ah, it hurts!"
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but shout.
Fu Yanye came to his senses and then took it lighter.
"When you fall, did you hurt other places, your legs? What about your knees? Did you twist your ankles?"
Fu Yanye continued to ask her while wiping.
"It shouldn't be!"
Zhuo Jian answered while feeling whether there was any pain in the rest of her body.
"should?"
Fu Yanye raised his black eyes and looked at her side face.
"No!"
How can you speak with an uncertain tone when talking to Mr. Ye?
Fu Yanye also lowered his head after hearing her say there was no one.
Just a pair of hands couldn't help but gently hold her slender waist, and once she held it, she wanted to hold it all.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously retracted his stomach and blushed: "Are you okay?"
Fu Yanye came to his senses, "Yeah."
Zhuo Jian relaxed for a moment, immediately got up, sat side by side with him shyly, and then looked at the door: "Thank you for saving me, there's nothing else, I'll go back first..."
"As the price of saving you, you won't be allowed tonight."
Fu Yanye suddenly tightened her slim waist and hugged her and fell on the bed.
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and his hand was conditioned on his arm that was placed on her waist. After weighing it, he whispered: "This is not suitable."
"The press conference will be held tomorrow. You are my wife, so you won't hide it."
Fu Yanye buried his face between her neck and declared his low voice.