Zhuo Jian realized what he saw and what he was doing when he returned to the private room to find Mr. Zhao, but he still couldn't help feeling ashamed: "Fu Yanye, stop looking."
"Who allowed you to get hurt?"
He lay down behind her and asked in her ear.
Zhuo Jian was in a state of confusion. She was already bad enough, but he still bullied her?
"Where else are you injured? Did you say it yourself, or should I just take it off?"
Fu Yanye didn't wait for her answer before continuing to ask.
"I said, I said!"
When Zhuo Jian heard that he still wanted to take off his clothes, he quickly called him.
Fu Yanye finally got up from her, but his expression was still cold.
Zhuo Jian endured the pain and sat up, spreading his palms: "The most serious thing here is bleeding!"
Fu Yanye looked at the blood in her palm, pinched her injured side with his cold fingers, and then applied force unconsciously.
Zhuo Jian endured the pain and looked up at him: "I owe you another favor."
own someone?
Fu Yanye raised his eyes and looked at her, becoming more and more angry.
Zhuo Jianjian added: "But if you pinch me like this again, my hands will become useless and I won't be able to cook for you."
"Do I need you to cook?"
Fu Yanye asked, but his grip on her hand was gentle.
"Then why did you ask me to cook for you?"
The feeling of being out of danger actually made her very relaxed at this moment, and she couldn't help but argue with him.
"That's not because...you think about it yourself."
As Fu Yanye said this, he stood up and left after hearing the door ring.
Zhuo Jian looked up at his tall figure walking out, but she couldn't help but feel relaxed. If he hadn't arrived in time, would she have been beaten to pieces by Lin Jiaoyang?
I didn't expect Lin Chaoyang to show his fox tail so quickly, and even went to find Mr. Zhao. What kind of wishful thinking did he have?
Zhuo Jian never wanted to think of an elder with dirty thoughts, but how could she forget that that person was no longer an elder.
He appeared to her as an adult, wealthy man.
In order to get her divorce from Fu Yanye and for his daughter to marry into the Fu family, he came to seduce her. When he failed to seduce her, he became violent.
Think about it, this is what happened.
A female doctor, about forty years old, came and examined her wound and wound, and asked her, "Does it hurt?"
"Can bear it!"
Zhuo Jian said softly.
The female doctor smiled and opened the medicine bottle to disinfect her.
The corner of Zhuo Jian's mouth was a little cracked. The female doctor pressed it slightly with a cotton swab. She didn't complain of pain but couldn't help biting her lip.
"If you are sure there are no other injuries, you can go back first and I will do the rest."
Fu Yanye suddenly stepped forward.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him.
Fu Yanye also looked at her coldly, and then his dark eyes looked at the potion bottle next to him.
Zhuo Jian didn't want him to come because she thought he would wait for an opportunity to retaliate.
She didn't know exactly what the revenge was.
Why would he save her? Is it because of the friendship between childhood sweethearts? Or is it because she is still his wife?
"Okay, it's nothing serious, but the place where you fell may be swollen and painful in the next few days. Don't be too nervous. I'm leaving first."
At this age, the doctor could already tell at a glance that he was an oversized light bulb, so he left after explaining everything.
Fu Yanye sat next to her and asked her, "Does it hurt?"
"pain!"
For some unknown reason, she subconsciously admitted the pain.
"It hurts, but take it seriously. You deserve it."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian thinks he is ruthless, ruthlessness is good and can make people calm down.
So she kept quiet, and then just frowned slightly.
He adjusted the corners of her mouth, watched her lightly purse her lips, and immediately pressed her lips with his thumb: "Don't purse."
Zhuo Jian looked at him with a pair of big black eyes as gentle as water, extremely innocent.
Seeing her like this, Fu Yanye couldn't help but hold his breath and lowered his head again to treat the wound on her hand.
Zhuo Jian saw that there was still a band-aid on his forehead and couldn't help but ask: "Is your injury starting to scar?"