The wind outside was a bit cold, but Cen Zhiqiao didn't seem to notice it. The high-collar dress had been torn apart by her, and she kept tearing it. The heat in her body made her collapse, and she leaned in Gu Nianchen's arms.
, only feeling the heat rising up, she stretched out her hand and hooked his neck, pressing closer to him.
"Gu Nianchen--" The charming voice even startled her, but just like this, as long as she touched his body, her body felt comfortable for a while, as if new breath had been injected into her internal organs. She couldn't help it.
He moaned lowly: "Well...I feel uncomfortable..."
"Be patient, I'll take you to the hospital." Gu Nianchen was only worried, but she put her little hand on his chest and moved around dishonestly, even reaching through the button and drawing circles in all directions.
After all, he was a man. How could he withstand such teasing? He felt that even he was getting hot. He reached out and held down her mischievous hand, carefully put her into the car, and took off his coat to cover her.
Then he turned around and got into the driver's seat.
Fortunately, the hospital was not far away. After running away and hooking up an intravenous drip, she finally stabilized.
Gu Nianchen stayed in front of the bed, and Shao Yuan came in not long after. Gu Nianchen glanced at Cen Zhiqiao, who was sleeping on the bed, and then walked out.
"Has it been handled properly?" The tone was cold, without a trace of emotion, like the ice of the twelfth lunar month, enough to freeze a person to death.
"No." Shao Yuan said bravely. Seeing Gu Nianchen's face suddenly darken, he quickly added: "That kid has some background, I didn't dare to take action."
"Background?" Gu Nianchen raised his eyebrows.
"He is...the son of Zhang Jiran, the director of the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection and Supervision."
Gu Nianchen narrowed his eyes: "Is this how the Minister of Supervision disciplines his son? Since his education is not good, you should discipline him for him."
Shao Yuan laughed playfully: "How about giving him two fingers?"
Gu Nianchen raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's up to you."
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