Oh my God!

Is this really the second master?

This is not the second master at all, how could the second master become like this?

Several senior executives were standing there like that, not knowing what they should do.

Should I leave or stay here?

Leave? But the matter just now has not been handled. They don’t want to leave, they want to stay in the company.

Stay? But the second master was getting angry just now. He just said that he would let them leave the company. If he left now, wouldn’t he even have no chance to plead?

So, everyone just looked at me and I looked at you, but in the end they didn't come up with the result.

Ye Chenmo had no other thoughts at this time. When he saw the blood flowing out of Qiao Moyi's fingers, he was completely uneasy and broke her hands away with force.

Seeing a long wound on her right cheek, the wound was still bleeding, Ye Chenmo was completely panicked.

how so?

How could it be so in the eyes?

He always wanted to give Qiao Mo the best protection. He would rather be injured than to suffer a little bit of harm.

But at this time she actually had it in hand, because of him.

Ye Chenmo was very guilty and sad. He just squatted over there with her, frowned and looked panicked.

What should I do?

He hurt Qiao Mo.

"It hurts so much~~~"

Qiao Mo's eyes turned red, and tears rolled in her eyes.

Ye Chenmo reached out and picked her up directly, then left the office without saying a word, entered the elevator, and got on the bus.

Kyoto Hospital—

Ye Chenmo sat on a chair in the emergency room, and Qiao Mo was sitting next to him. At this time, the doctor was holding pliers and holding cotton to clean her wounds.

"The wound is a bit deep and long. Please pay attention to light diet during this period, don't eat too much, and be careful not to touch water in the wound."

After the doctor cleaned his wound, he took the gauze on one side and carefully applied tape to her cheeks, bandaged her wounds.

“Will it leave scars?”

Qiao Mo asked with red eyes.

"This... I can't say that the wound is a bit deep and the face is not suitable for stitching. It may recover slowly, and the marks will not be eliminated in a short period of time."

The doctor told the truth.

After Ye Chenmotian said this, he felt even more guilty. He just sat there, frowned, and opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Qiao Mo was a little sad when she heard this and nodded for a long time.

This is a fact that there is no way.

After the wound was treated, Ye Chenmo and Qiao Mo slowly walked out of the hospital.

Ye Chenmo reached out and grabbed her hand tightly, blaming herself for not knowing what to do.

"Does the wound still hurt?"

Ye Chenmo frowned and asked.

Qiao Moyi shook her head: "It doesn't hurt much."

Doesn't it hurt?

Ye Chenmo's heart was very bitter, and it didn't hurt much, which means that it actually hurts.

"I won't go back to the company today, I'll take you home first."

As he said that, he took the bus with her and told the driver to go back to the old house directly.

"Go to the old house?"

Seeing that the route was not to Xinghe Villa, Qiao Moyi was a little strange.

"Well, I can't take care of you. There are people in the old house who can take care of you, and my mother is also very good at taking care of you."

When Qiao Mo heard this, she reached out and touched the gauze on her cheek.
Chapter completed!