Never leave my wife: I won't date the president if he remarries

Standing in place, Yuan Heting suddenly strode out under the trembling gaze of the manager.

The shaking wind chime jingled, the manager let out a long sigh of relief, his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and he waved to the waiting waiter: "Come here, clean up."

"Yes." In response, the waiter cleaned up the scattered debris and tablecloths in twos and threes, quickly and orderly.

A waiter sneaked a peek at the manager, saw his limbs were weak, and couldn't help asking curiously: "Manager, who was that person just now, and why did he treat him so respectfully?"

The manager gave her a blank look, and said impatiently: "It's the boss, be more careful in the future, and don't make any mistakes again."

"Yes, manager." The waiter whispered, recalling Yuan Heting's brutal and graceful movements during the fight, his heart beat twice as fast as usual.

She looked outside the door, and there was no trace of the man.

………………

After leaving the store, Yuan Heting saw two people not far away at a glance, and Mo Jinyuan's expression of baring his teeth to win sympathy was particularly dazzling.

He paused, glanced at his arm subconsciously, and chased after him in a few steps.

Standing firmly in the middle like an obstacle, Yuan Heting exudes a meaning that cannot be ignored.

Mo Jinyuan's expression restrained, he asked vigilantly, "What are you doing here?"

Still remembering those few words, Mo Jinyuan expressed his undisguised dislike towards Yuan Heting at this time.

He is not a magnanimous person, not to mention that it is strange to have a good face when facing a rival in love and a scumbag.

Quickly moving towards Su Wuxi, before Mo Jinyuan could speak, Yuan Heting took off his suit and rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, revealing the purple fist marks on his arms.

"I was injured in more than one place." With cold eyes flashing, Yuan Heting blocked Mo Jinyuan without a trace.

He turned his head again, and there was a red mark on the lower right corner of his cheek: "Help me deal with the wound."

Being looked at deeply by him actually made Su Wuxi feel a little guilty, as if she beat him.

However, this has nothing to do with her at all, why should she help him treat the wound!

Turning his head indifferently, Su Wuxi suppressed the inexplicable feeling, and wanted to go past him, Yuan Heting reached out to hold her wrist.

"Help me deal with the wound, and the loss of the restaurant will be offset." The bank card is held between the fingertips, black and white are distinct.

Su Wuxi curled up her lips, "I'm afraid Mr. Yuan made a mistake. This is not my bank card, and the loss has nothing to do with me. Whoever should pay for it."

She has always been soft rather than hard, and Yuan Heting's suggestion did not make the slightest ripple in her heart.

She winked at Mo Jinyuan, Su Wuxi withdrew her hand, this time it went smoothly, Yuan Heting didn't stop her, she successfully passed the man and passed him.

After walking a few steps, Yuan Heting's plain tone came from behind: "You picked it clean, but the cause of the matter is you, Su Wuxi!"

"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't fight with him, and I wouldn't let the shop lose so many customers. My shop, why aren't I allowed to pursue responsibility?"

The tail tone rose, and the danger was self-evident, so Su Wuxi stopped his pace.

She frowned, then relaxed again, and looked at Mo Jinyuan suspiciously.

Mo Jinyuan shook his head, his face full of annoyance, when he thought of spending countless times in that store, he felt an indescribable emotion.

It's like being blocked by a stone in my heart, I can't get up or down, it's uncomfortable.

His expression betrayed his heart, Su Wuxi turned around and asked as he walked, "What do you want?"

Yuan Heting drew an inconspicuous arc, pointed at the wound on his face, and said calmly, "Help me deal with the wound."

It was a very simple request, but it became extremely difficult when the object was changed to Yuan Heting.

She looked at that extremely familiar handsome face, and her heart turned a thousand times. It seemed that he had never played a rogue like this before.

On the contrary, during this period of time, he behaved strangely, and she began to wonder what he was thinking.

Sighing lightly, she compromised: "The two of you go to my house together, and leave after the wound is treated!"

The last two words were decisive, with an unquestionable tone, Mo Jinyuan pursed his lips a little bit aggrieved and fought for it: "Can you let me wait for Wang Ruoxi to come back and say a few words to her."

He looked at Su Wuxi hopefully, hoping to get an affirmative answer, but was flatly rejected.

She turned her face and said in a fair and impartial way: "It's like chatting on WeChat, there are not so many excuses."

Lowering his head in frustration, Mo Jinyuan glared at Yuan Heting fiercely, implying a warning.

Turning a blind eye, the person beside him lowered his voice, a little more magnetic than usual: "Go!"

At this moment, no matter how much Mo Jinyuan had an opinion, he couldn't express it face to face. He came to the destination with a depressed mood.

Followed into the door, the two stood one after the other, not in a hurry to go in.

Su Wuxi looked back at them, bent down and took out two pairs of brand new slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them on the ground: "Change your shoes, come in."

After finishing speaking, she put the bag directly on the sofa cushion, and poured two more glasses of water, one on the left and one on the right, just opposite.
Looking unhurriedly over the slippers, Yuan Heting's eyes were unclear, as if a storm was brewing.

She lives here alone, how can there be a man's slippers?
Although both pairs were unopened, it still made Yuan Heting uncomfortable, and his expression turned cold.

While thinking about it, Mo Jinyuan had passed him and sat on the sofa, moved some big slippers, he took a sip of water, and asked casually: "Su Wuxi, why do you still have men's slippers here, isn't it just you?" Are you with Wang Ruoxi?"

Nervously clasping the cup tightly, Mo Jinyuan lowered his eyes to cover up his emotions.

Su Wuxi, who was about to enter the bedroom, replied casually: "Ruoxi asked me to buy it, saying that it will be used in case guests come someday."

Just a few words instantly relieved Mo Jinyuan's heart, Yuan Heting's complexion improved, and he sat slowly opposite Mo Jinyuan.

Looking up, they saw casual glances at each other, silently confronting each other, and sparks flew everywhere.

When Su Wuxi came out with the spare medicine box, he saw the two people who were not interfering with each other, living in peace.

It finally calmed down.

Recalling the confrontation along the way, she lowered her head and opened the medicine box, and neatly placed the cotton swabs, alcohol and bandages on the table.

"Which one of you will come first?" The tone was gentle, although Mo Jinyuan squinted his eyes slightly despite his deliberate seriousness, he preemptively said, "I will go first."

Seeing Su Wuxi walking towards him as he wished, Mo Jinyuan threw Yuan Heting a provocative look, and the other party snorted slightly and closed his eyes.

It means I don't want to talk to him!
Mo Jinyuan froze, turned his head to face the cotton swab soaked in alcohol, his expression was stiff.

He only wanted to seize the opportunity, but he forgot that there was a price to pay for this opportunity. Feeling the painful tenderness, he slowly showed a satisfied smile.

It was already half an hour before the wounds of the two of them were completely treated.

Throwing the cotton swabs in her hand into the trash can, and putting the neatly folded items into the medicine box, she began to drive away the guests: "Okay, you can go."

After a busy morning, she first sweated at the ski resort, and was abruptly blocked from eating at the restaurant. Now she just wants to take a shower, change clothes, and then finish her lunch.

After deciding what to do next, Su Wuxi took a glance and found that the two men were still sitting there motionless, as if they were going to take root here.

She was a little displeased: "It was agreed when I came here, and I will leave after the wound is treated. I hope that Mr. Yuan can do what he says."

She was referring to the bank card thing.

The matter she provoked has now been resolved in her way, so those who are still dependent on her family can leave.

After understanding the underlying meaning, Yuan Heting took a deep look at her, opened the door and left quickly.

Mo Jinyuan, who originally wanted to stay for a while, hesitated for a while, and followed Yuan Heting, and the whole room fell silent.

Su Wuxi tidied up the living room, took home clothes, and went to the bathroom.

Soon there was the sound of splashing water inside, and in the dense mist, a good figure was looming, without excess fat.

Wiping the drops of water from her face, Su Wuxi fumbled and took off the towel to wrap her hair. After drying herself, she put on the home clothes that Wang Ruoxi bought for her.

The pink color complements her fair skin and softens her cool temperament.

She tied up her half-dried hair loosely, just as she was about to enter the kitchen when the doorbell rang.

At this time, who else will come?
After being puzzled for a few seconds, Su Wuxi turned around and turned the doorknob, Yuan Heting's tall and straight figure came into view.

She became vigilant: "Did you forget something?"

While asking, she naturally swept around on the sofa, and there were no extra items.

The coherent movement made Yuan Heting chuckle, his hand was propped in the crack of the door, just blocking Su Wuxi's movement to close the door: "No, I suddenly felt pain from my wound when I walked halfway, can you please go in and rest for a while?" can you?"

The polite words were completely different from usual, Su Wuxi loosened his hands slightly, Yuan Heting pushed the door in, and sat on the sofa very familiarly.

After she reacted, it was already hard to refuse, she closed the door with a little force, and asked back: "I remember that there are not many injuries on your body."

Yuan Heting lifted his thin lips lightly: "There is no such thing on the surface, but there are some injuries in the dark, and some injuries are inconvenient to expose."

He pointedly glanced at his back, where he hit the table during the fight, and it was always aching.

Su Wuxi choked: "Since it's inconvenient to expose, go to the hospital. Internal and external injuries can be detected. Mr. Yuan takes care of everything every day, so you must take good care of your body."

The tactful words made Yuan Heting chuckle again, and he relaxed and leaned on the sofa, taking a good rest: "I can't move, it hurts, I don't want to go to the hospital, I hate the smell of the hospital."

Speaking of the hospital, he couldn't help but think of Su Wuxi's car accident, the feeling of helplessness, he didn't want to experience it again.

His eyes darkened, he glanced at the open kitchen, and said lightly: "Because I didn't eat at noon, can I trouble you, and the salary will be paid."

Su Wuxi: "..."