Early the next morning, Ou Xiye came to the office and called Atie.
"President, are you looking for me?" Atie stood respectfully in front of his desk, looking up.
Ou Xiye's thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, his legs were crossed, and his long knuckles were tapping the armrest. He raised his eyes and said in a low voice: "Atie, I want you to go on a business trip for a few days."
"Okay." Atie nodded, waiting for him to explain the task in more detail.
"Go to Berlin and pick up someone for me!" Ou Xiye leaned on the executive chair with his tall body, turned around, and faced the large floor-to-ceiling windows with far-reaching eyes. After thinking about it, he spoke again, "No, pick up two people!"
"Yes." Atie responded and retreated.
The sunshine outside the window was gentle and bright, reflecting dazzling light on the glass window. Ou Xiye rubbed his chin and pursed his thin lips into a thin line. Let the past pass. Some blood relationships are constantly separated, although he didn't want to admit it.
But Feifei is his half-brother after all, and no one can change this!
* At night, shrouded in darkness, Mu Zhilan caught the last bus back to her apartment downstairs.
As soon as she stepped onto the stairs, suddenly, a black figure flashed out from the darkness, and then a strong hand covered her lips.
"Uh... um..." Mu Zhilan's heart suddenly suffocated, and a chill appeared on her back. She struggled hard, and suddenly, a low and magnetic voice appeared in her ears - "Don't shout, it's me.
!”
Xuan Qijun slowly let go of his hand, and in the dim corridor, he stared down at the pair of frightened, bright eyes in front of him.
Mu Zhilan couldn't believe her eyes. Looking at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her like a monster, her chest rose and fell slightly, whether due to nervousness or surprise, "Xuan...President!"
Xuan Qijun's breathing was a little rapid, and his body was shaking a little. He gritted his teeth and said, "Girl, can you take me in!" After saying that, he was about to go upstairs.
"Hey! There are so many women around you, why do you want me to take you in!" Mu Zhilan pouted dissatisfiedly and pulled him back, only to hear a slightly painful groan, especially in this quiet night.
of harshness.
Xuan Qijun had beads of sweat on his forehead, but he still smiled uninhibitedly and said: "You are my secretary, have you forgotten that I have asked you to get rid of those women for me!"
Mu Zhilan snorted, "Mr.
Seeing that she was about to leave him, Xuan Qijun quickly stretched out his hand to grab her, "Hey, Mu Zhilan..." But because he was too excited, the wounds on his body started to hurt violently.
"ah……"
With a groan, his tall body staggered. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and leaned on the handrail of the stairs.
Through the dim light, Mu Zhilan saw Xuan Qijun's pale and painful face. She looked at him as if he was trying his best to suppress some kind of pain, and asked with some suspicion: "Mr. Xuan, what's wrong with you?"
"Help... help me up!" Looking at her slightly trembling lips, Xuan Qijun's corners of his mouth rose secretly, and he simply put his arms on her shoulders, putting all his weight on her.
Mu Zhilan snorted and frowned, "Why are you so heavy?" As she spoke, she felt a warmth in the palm of her hand. When she stretched out her hand, she saw a bright red color and a thorn on it.
The smell of blood permeated the air.
"You...you're injured!" Although Mu Zhilan is usually brave and careful, when faced with a plot that only appeared in movies, her legs were still a little frightened.
Xuan Qijun stroked his ears and said lazily: "Nonsense, otherwise why would I come to see you? Do you think I would be interested in a 'Taiping' princess like you?"
Mu Zhilan raised her eyebrows, pouted, glared at him, and then helped him go upstairs.
Opening the door to the apartment, the room suddenly became bright. Xuan Qijun looked at the small but clean and warm den and raised his thick eyebrows, "Is this your home?"
"Is there a problem? Do you think that everyone's home is as big as your mansion, like a maze?" Mu Zhilan struggled to help him sit on the sofa, then put her hands on her hips and gasped for air.
Xuan Qijun turned his head and glanced around, and asked curiously: "Do you live alone?" He wanted to adjust his sitting position, but when he moved slightly, the injury on his chest still made him gasp.
Mu Zhilan nodded, thought of Nian Fan again, and replied: "Yes, but recently a guest came, and he has fallen asleep now!" She looked at his frown and knelt down unbearably, "
You look seriously injured, I'll call an ambulance for you right away!"
"No!" Xuan Qijun watched her take out the phone and immediately grabbed the slender hand nervously. His handsome thick eyebrows frowned, "My injury is not exposed, otherwise it will cause a sensation!"
"Then what should I do? If you don't stop the bleeding in time, you will die!" Mu Zhilan's voice trembled, and the rich smell of blood filling the tip of her nose made her slightly dizzy.
Xuan Qijun took a deep breath, his voice was weak and weak, "Help me take out the bullet!"
"Me?" Mu Zhilan's eyes widened in shock, and she quickly waved her hands: "I...I can't!"
She could see her panic and fear, and Xuan Qijun's tone was full of teasing, "Didn't you say that you are the invincible beauty of the super universe? Are you still afraid of this?"
He...how could he know?!
As soon as she heard these words of encouragement that Mu Zhilan would say to herself in front of the empty bathroom mirror every time she encountered pressure or setbacks, Xuan Qijun could not help but feel a wave of embarrassment on her face.
The matter in front of her was extremely urgent, and Mu Zhilan knew that she had to do it even if she was afraid. She took a deep breath, raised her eyes, and there was determination inside. She looked at Xuan Qijun and asked: "What should I do as the first step!"
Xuan Qijun looked at her with a flash of admiration in his dark eyes, curled his lips, and said casually, "Pick up the knife in your hand, locate the bullet on my body, slit it open and take out the bullet!"
"That's it?" Mu Zhilan squeezed the knife in her heart tightly, and sweat broke out in her palms. The technical task of retrieving bullets sounded simple from Xuan Qijun's mouth, but she understood that it was not easy to do.
easy.
Seeing her hesitant look, Xuan Qijun gritted his teeth and said calmly: "You can delay it any longer, and then directly take care of the crematorium for me!"
Mu Zhilan was startled by his words and did not dare to neglect any more, so she quickly started to prepare. She suppressed the strong smell of blood on the tip of her nose that made her want to scream, avoided her sight, and tore open the tissue around his wound with all her strength.
clothing.
Xuan Qijun's thick eyebrows tightened, and Mu Zhilan was startled by a slight moan. She immediately turned around and asked, "How are you?" The moment she lowered her head, she saw the shocking wound. The wound surface
It was very big, and it didn't look like it was made by an ordinary bullet. The flesh and blood around the wound was blurred, but luckily the shot was from a far distance and did not damage the internal organs.
"Farewell, mother-in-law, hurry up!" The severe pain made it difficult for him to speak, and his face became increasingly pale.
"Okay." Mu Zhilan bit her lower lip tightly, and the hand holding the knife shook even more. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, dropped the knife, and then immediately opened his wound...
"Well..." Xuan Qijun groaned, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down like soybeans. With his suppressed groan, the bullet was smoothly dug out. Mu Zhilan did not dare to delay any longer, picked up the gauze and wrapped it
Got a wound.
After it was taken care of, her nervous heart slowly calmed down. She collapsed on the carpet next to the sofa, panting heavily.
The pain was so extreme that he began to feel numb. Xuan Qijun spread his arms and rested on the sofa to adjust his breathing. When he lowered his head, he saw Mu Zhilan at his feet. Suddenly, a warm current passed through his heart.
"I didn't expect you were not so timid, and you really held on at the critical moment!" Xuan Qijun raised his eyebrows, a certain sparkle shining in his eyes.
Listening to his words of praise and disparagement, Mu Zhilan didn't know whether she should be happy or angry. She curled her lips and laughed dryly, and didn't answer any more. She stood up, looked at the wall clock on the wall, and said: "Mr. Xuan, what time is it?"
It's getting late, do you need me to call a car back for you?"
Hearing her obvious intention of expelling guests, Xuan Qijun frowned slightly, and suddenly, a trace of innocence and embarrassment appeared on his cheeks: "Miss Mu Zhilan, you are a good person and do your best. How can I go home like this? You are
Do you want my old man who is almost 70 years old to see me like this?"
"You..." Mu Zhilan took a deep breath, "What do you want?"
Xuan Qijun twisted his neck and looked around, patted the sofa gently, and said with a smile: "There's no need to go to a hotel, I think it's good here!"
When Mu Zhilan heard this, she was immediately ashamed and annoyed, and said decisively: "No!"
Seeing that pretending to be pitiful didn't work, Xuan Qijun immediately changed his strategy. His evil eyes were half-squinted, he raised his chin and looked down at Mu Zhilan, "Miss Mu Zhilan, it seems you don't want to go to work at Xuan's tomorrow?
!OK, I will notify the HR department early tomorrow morning and ask them to settle your salary and then recruit assistants again!"
"You!" Looking at Xuan Qijun's arrogant face, Mu Zhilan secretly clenched her fists. She glared at him and said coldly: "Okay, I will reluctantly take you in for one night, but you'd better give me
I need to be quiet, I have guests at home, don’t disturb his rest!”
The moment he got her consent, Xuan Qijun's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning. He stood up and suddenly frowned: "Guest? Male or female!" Inexplicably, he cared about this very much.
Glancing at the rogue face that was approaching her, Mu Zhilan raised her beautiful eyebrows, stretched out her hand to push him away, and continued coldly: "It has nothing to do with you!" She gritted her teeth and continued: "Since you want to
If you live here, then you can sleep on the sofa!"
"What? You want me to sleep on the sofa?" Xuan Qijun raised his thick eyebrows in disbelief. When he looked up again, he found that Mu Zhilan had already walked into the room with lazy steps. Looking at her slender voice, his sexy thin