When she returned to the company, Mu Wanqing was still huddled in the corner, staring blankly at the door with a pair of big, empty eyes.
Wang Xiaomin frowned, then tried to force out a smile, and hurried forward, she whispered: "Wanqing, are you hungry?! Your favorite beef noodles."
As she said that, she handed over the noodles.
Mu Wanqing did not answer, but just watched quietly.
After a while, she said: "Thank you, I have no appetite."
"Look at how thin you are, and you still haven't eaten anything?! How can you do that?! Come on, eat by yourself, I'll give you the medicine."
As she spoke, Wang Xiaomin forcefully stuffed the noodles into her arms, then quickly opened the plastic bag and took out all the things she bought at the drugstore.
While using disinfectant to clean Mu Wanqing's wounds, Wang Xiaomin's slender brows immediately furrowed deeply when she saw the shocking bloody mess on the soles of her feet.
When she used tweezers to help her pull out the glass fragments that were deeply embedded in her flesh, she raised her head and whispered: "Wan Qing, it may hurt a little, please bear with it."
With that said, Wang Xiaomin concentrated on taking action.
However, as soon as the tweezers touched the glass and before any force was exerted, bright red blood began to drip rapidly.
She took deep breaths several times, but didn't have the courage to actually pull it out.
When she was a child, she also stepped on glass. When she went to the hospital and the doctor helped her pull it out, she still remembered the excruciating pain.
Mu Wanqing saw that Wang Xiaomin was so nervous that cold sweat broke out on her forehead and the tip of her nose. She whispered, "Pull it out, I don't feel any pain."
…
When the fifth piece of glass was pulled out, Wang Xiaomin checked it carefully to make sure there was no debris in the wound. Then she took a deep breath and quickly helped her apply hemostatic and anti-inflammatory drugs. After bandaging, Wang Xiaomin took it carefully and considerately.
A pair of slippers put on her **** feet.
When Mu Wanqing saw it, she suddenly felt an indescribable strange emotion that quickly filled her heart.
She was extremely touched and said: "Xiao Min, thank you, you are so kind to me."
When Wang Xiaomin smiles, her eyes will curve into beautiful crescents, and there are a pair of cute pear dimples at the corners of her mouth.
She said: "What are you talking about to me?! When I first joined the company, I didn't understand the rules, did something wrong, and was deducted from my salary for three months, and almost ended up on the street, you were the one who helped me. Compared to
Back then, what did this mean today?!"
"Xiao Min..." Mu Wanqing didn't know what to say for a moment, she just wanted to cry for no reason.
Wang Xiaomin saw that she hadn't eaten the noodles yet, so she picked them up and fed them to her with chopsticks: "The noodles are soaked until soft. Open your mouth quickly and take a few bites."
Mu Wanqing opened her mouth obediently.
After eating less than half of the bowl, Mu Wanqing couldn't eat anymore.
Wang Xiaomin saw that she seemed a little uncomfortable, so she didn't come in front of her.
Putting down the noodles, she sat down next to Mu Wanqing and was silent for a while before she asked: "An'an, is he really the president's son? No wonder, when I first met the president, I always felt familiar, as if
Where have I seen it? They look exactly alike, father and son."
"..." Mu Wanqing lowered her eyes and had no intention of saying anything.
When Wang Xiaomin saw her, she smartly changed the topic immediately. She said, "We have another hour before work. Wanqing, let me take you back."
As she said this, she stood up.
Mu Wanqing shook her head: "If he doesn't let me see An An, I won't leave."
"Wanqing, you are simply..." Wang Xiaomin frowned and was about to scold her for being stupid. However, Guo Caini's strange and sarcastic voice came harshly, "Oh Wang Xiaomin, when I found out that Mu Wanqing gave birth to a son for the CEO, I couldn't wait to start.
Are you fawning over Mu Wanqing?! Tsk~, before flattering you, could you please keep your eyes open first and evaluate whether Mu Wanqing is worthy before you flatter me?
It’s okay if it’s a thankless job, but if it’s more serious, MB probably won’t be able to survive.”
