Fierce little loli: Husband gently teases

Because Li Qiqi called the police before, the police came very quickly. The two of them made a brief statement, and the housekeeper came to pick them up again.

When Zhong Muyang and Li Qiqi arrived home, Zhong Muyang gave Li Qiqi a hot bath and asked Li Qiqi to relax for a while.

He was lying on the sofa, thinking back on what happened today, it was really safe and sound, Li Qiqi accidentally saw a simple sentence, otherwise the two of them would really be doomed.

Fortunately, a subordinate who has a good relationship with Zhong Muyang has the habit of watching the news, and today he deliberately brought it in front of him, telling him to pay attention and be careful.

Zhong Muyang was sweating from the back, he had studied psychology and martial arts, these were commonplace for him, but not necessarily for Li Qiqi, Zhong Muyang was also worried that it would leave a shadow in Li Qiqi's heart.

Sighing lightly, Li Qiqi opened the bathroom door and walked out, just in time to hear Zhong Muyang's sigh, and for a moment she understood what Zhong Muyang was worried about.

Smiling slightly, "What am I, I'm not afraid anymore, you should go take a shower soon."

Zhong Muyang got up and hugged the girl in front of him who made him feel distressed, "Qiqi, I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

"How could this be your fault? You don't know that prisoner. None of us would have expected him to appear there." Li Qiqi said suspiciously.

"If I hadn't insisted on going that way, what happened now would not have happened." Zhong Muyang said guiltily.

"It has nothing to do with you. There are accidents everywhere in life. We have lived and died together, haven't we?" Li Qiqi lowered her eyes slightly and saw Zhong Muyang's arm was injured.

Nervous, grabbed his arm, "your hand."

"It's okay, it's just a small injury." Zhong Muyang waved his hands, not thinking.

Seeing this, Li Qiqi became angry, her eyes were reddish, and she growled, "Zhong Muyang, do you know that you rely on this hand to save lives and heal the wounded, what would you do if you don't have a hand!"

Li Qiqi raised her finger above the scar, not daring to approach it, she couldn't imagine what would happen if Zhong Muyang lost his hand.If the famous Zhong Muyang lost these hands, would he lose everything?

"Qiqi, I'm sorry to make you worry. I'm really fine. I care more about your safety than my hands." Zhong Muyang expressed his words, his black eyes full of affection.

"It doesn't matter if my hand is gone, but if you are gone, I will suffer even more, and it will be a lifetime of pain." Zhong Muyang held Li Qiqi's head with one hand and buried it on his chest.

Li Qiqi's eyes were already blurred with tears, and she pressed her lips tightly to prevent herself from making a sound.

Except for An Xinran and her family, no one cared about her as much as Zhong Muyang.

Li Qiqi sniffed, retracted her body, "I'll go to the medicine box to bandage your wound."

"Show me your hand." Zhong Muyang took Li Qiqi's hand.

There are a few scratches on the palm of the hand, among which there are wood chips, which should be caused by tightly holding the wooden stick. It is red and glaring against the whiteness.

Zhong Muyang felt distressed and blamed himself, he withdrew his hand, "My hand is fine, it's because the stick is too dirty, it got stuck accidentally."

At first, Li Qiqi didn't feel any pain, but after reminding Zhong Muyang, she felt a little pain. Looking carefully, it was still a little swollen, and the wood chipper needed to be taken out.

"You sit here, I'll get the medicine box." Zhong Muyang didn't give Li Qiqi a chance to shirk, and ran out of the room and downstairs.

Li Qiqi curled her lips, "Who is the one who got hurt?" She didn't take the injury on her hand seriously, she went back and lay tired on the bed, the surprise she received today was really big enough.

Zhong Muyang came in with a medicine box, "Come here, treat the wound."

Li Qiqi turned over lazily, buried her head in the rumpled quilt, and said in a muffled voice, "Go take a bath and take care of all the dirty things. I can deal with the injury on my hand myself."

"I'll deal with it for you before you wake up." Zhong Muyang frowned and refused.

Li Qiqi turned to Zhong Muyang and pursed her lips, "I'm a nurse, or your nurse. I can't handle such trivial matters, and everything I've learned is wasted."

On Zhiyou, Zhong Muyang couldn't hold back Li Qiqi, and if this went on, no one would even think about dealing with the wound, so Zhong Muyang compromised and went into the bathroom to take a bath.

Li Qiqi patted it slowly, picked out all the wooden chips on her palm, and then bandaged it a little, it just hurt a little.

She looked at the wound she had treated with satisfaction, and shook her palm to Zhong Muyang who was coming out of the bathroom, and said braggingly, "Look, I've taken care of everything."

After making sure that nothing happened, Zhong Muyang tore off the towel on his upper body, revealing a seductive eight-pack abs, a delicate waist curve, and fluffy hair.

Li Qiqi stared blankly, and opened her mouth slightly. She had seen it before, but it was all for taking care of him, and she didn't have the heart to appreciate it. Looking carefully now, she is more attractive than those male models.

"Drool is about to flow out." Zhong Muyang kindly reminded with a faint smile.

Li Qiqi wiped the corners of her mouth subconsciously, without any liquid, knowing that she was being teased, she rolled her eyes and stared round.

Zhong Muyang raised his arm and looked at the red marks on the length of his palms. It didn't look deep, so he just dealt with it simply.

Li Qiqi noticed a few things that were different. There was a palm-sized purple bruise on Zhong Muyang's stomach, and a few small bruises.

"What's going on with you here?" Li Qiqi reached out and gently touched her.

"It should have been hit by the murderer." Zhong Muyang said disapprovingly.

Li Qiqi sat cross-legged on the bed, Zhong Muyang sat on the side, Li Qiqi arranged iodine, gauze, and scissors, and looked at the large and small wounds on his body, feeling distressed for no reason.

Hiding the soreness in his nose, he swallowed all the reproachful words, took a cotton swab, and carefully rubbed it on his stomach and several small wounds.

Zhong Muyang's waist is thinner than the girl's, probably due to his regular exercise, which made Li Qiqi, who felt that she was in good shape, very jealous, and secretly made a small determination to exercise more vigorously when she returned home.

Because Li Qiqi had learned a little martial arts, and formed a habit of exercising, when confronting the prisoners, Li Qiqi completely forgot that she knew martial arts.

But as far as her three-legged cat's skill is concerned, it will only help.

When dealing with the wound on her arm, Li Qiqi kept wandering her hands, unable to do so, she said worriedly, "Why don't I take you to the hospital, or ask a doctor to come over, I'm afraid the wound will become inflamed."

"No, I, Zhong Muyang, am a doctor, so I don't need to ask for a doctor." Zhong Muyang showed his domineering aura.

"But." Li Qiqi's persuasive words came to her lips, unable to organize her words.

With the other hand, Zhong Muyang held Li Qiqi's hand holding the medicinal wine, "Okay, this little injury is really fine, don't worry too much, just help me apply the medicine."

Li Qiqi wiped it carefully, for fear of causing another injury. It was obviously a quick thing, but it took a long time. Zhong Muyang also enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of by Li Qiqi, and patiently let her wipe it over and over again.

As if wishing to rub the wound flat.

After bandaging, Li Qiqi was still worried, "Let's go to the hospital to have a look, so I can rest assured that if you get inflammation in the middle of the night, it will cause a high fever."

The corners of Zhong Muyang's mouth curled up into a smile, his eyes were doting and radiant, looking at Li Qiqi's sad eyes, the delicate brows were tightly frowned, she looked like a real little old lady.

"You still don't believe in my medical skills? If I can't even deal with such a small injury, then wouldn't I be smashing my own brand?" Zhong Muyang covered Li Qiqi's brows, "Don't frown, it's ugly."

"You're really sorry, so just sing a song for me." Zhong Muyang saw Li Qiqi going in and out of the bar so many times, but he had never seen her sing.

Li Qiqi stared at Zhong Muyang blankly, singing?
Since Zhong Muyang is a patient, Li Qiqi agreed without thinking too much, and she can still sing well.

"What song do you want to sing?"

"It's all right. I don't listen to many songs. Sing me a song you like. Maybe, the injury on my hand has healed miraculously." Zhong Muyang teased.

Li Qiqi sneered, what is the reason? If singing can really heal wounds, what else do doctors need to do.

But Li Qiqi still thinks seriously, she hasn't listened to and sang songs that she is good at, and she doesn't know if she will make a fool of herself.

I still feel a little silly, and finally compromised under Zhong Muyang Qiyi's gaze.

Lin Junjie's dimples sung by Li Qiqi, an older song, is still very popular now.

Li Qiqi's mouth moved up and down, and her voice was delicate, ethereal, and as clear as a spring of water. She sang with great concentration and atmosphere, which could infect people's mood and instantly get better.

The tune of this kind of song is lively, and it gives Li Qiqi a gentle feeling, which can soothe people's hearts and gain strength.

Li Qiqi agreed to sing for her, and she sang all the songs. Seeing that Zhong Muyang was dumbfounded, she couldn't help but proudly said: "Back then, many people said that I sang well, and advised me to enter the entertainment industry."

"I hate that the entertainment industry is not free, there is no space, so I didn't go." Li Qiqi touched her nose.

Zhong Muyang hugged Li Qiqi lightly, and said with a sigh: "If you go, maybe I can get to know you earlier and take you into my stomach earlier."

Li Qiqi's clean eyes sparkled with starlight, she raised her eyelashes mischievously, and said briskly: "It's okay, I can go now, and it's not too late. I believe that with my ability, I can still be popular."

Zhong Muyang's handsome face was stiff, "Don't go."

Li Qiqi's Luoluo smile fell into Zhong Muyang's arms. Now she likes to see Zhong Muyang jealous more and more, it's very cute.

Zhong Muyang pampered Li Qiqi to laugh, his little girl was getting more and more courageous, and could refute his words.

This is what he loves, isn't it!
Zhong Muyang and Li Qiqi were exhausted physically and mentally, and they were about to go to bed. Zhong Muyang refused to leave. Li Qiqi knew her sleeping appearance, and was worried that she would press Zhong Muyang's hand, so she did not agree to sleep with him.

"Let's change the position, so that the hand on the other side won't be pressing down." His wife was so close, how could Zhong Muyang be willing to give up Xiangyu in his arms and go to guard the empty room alone.

Even though Zhong Muyang said so, Li Qiqi was still worried, if Zhong Muyang dared to go to another room, or she could go by herself.

"Qiqi, I don't know what's wrong with my wound. What if I have a fever in the middle of the night without watching?" Zhong Muyang said pitifully.

Li Qiqi wanted to refuse but she couldn't, because what Zhong Muyang said was the truth, and the wound might be infected.

In this way, Li Qiqi put a quilt between the two of them so that they could not have skin contact.

Zhong Muyang regretted staying, Nuanyu was by his side, burning with fire, and tried to touch it several times but failed.