Choose me for a flash wedding, I'm super sweet

If it wasn't for the moment he held it, these fragments wouldn't have completely penetrated into the palm of his hand.

"Why did those two men chase you?"

Feng Mochen's deep voice came from the front, Su Ci barely opened his eyes, and replied, "I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet."

"So, whose information have you dug up and been retaliated against?"

"Probably so."

After Su Ci replied, she closed her eyes and stopped speaking. No matter how she listened to Feng Mochen's tone, she felt a little gloating.

By the time I got to the hospital, my palms were so painful that they were numb.

The door of the back seat was opened, and Su Ci gritted her teeth and walked down by herself.

"Thank you, President Feng, for taking me to the hospital with a sense of responsibility. I have already arrived at the hospital."

Su Ci's implication is that he should also leave.

However, Feng Mochen didn't intend to leave at all, he closed the car door and hugged Su Ci directly by the waist.

Su Ci was terrified. Just as she was about to struggle, she heard a man's cold voice, "If you don't want these hands anymore, you can continue to struggle."

As soon as these words came out, Su Ci immediately shut up in fright.

No matter how much she didn't want to see Feng Mochen, she didn't have to make things difficult for her.

What's more, he now only knows that he is the editor-in-chief of Xinhuang.

Su Ci was honest, seeing that Feng Mochen entered the emergency operating room unimpeded, and there were two authoritative surgical experts waiting inside.

Seeing Feng Mochen coming in with a woman in his arms, they all froze for a moment.

"Her palm has a lot of broken glass, deal with it as soon as possible."

Feng Mochen placed Su Ci next to the operating table, and her hands were placed under the operating lamp like exhibits.

The two looked at it carefully for a while, "Small wounds can be healed directly, while large wounds may require several stitches."

"Will it leave a scar?"

It was Feng Mochen who asked this question.

Su Ci looked at him in surprise, it wasn't his hand, maybe he cared a little too much.

"Mr. Feng, please trust our suturing technique, coupled with the use of scar removal cream later, it will definitely not leave any scars."

Su Ci pursed her lips. She was still relieved to hear these words.

Everyone has a love of beauty, although she doesn't care whether her hands are scarred or not, but if they can be intact, she is more or less fortunate in her heart.

The doctor next to him was already preparing the anesthetic for injection. Seeing that Feng Mochen was still standing there, he couldn't help but say, "Mr. Feng, it might be bloody next time, you'd better go outside and wait."

"Need not."

Feng Mochen directly rejected the doctor's proposal, fixed his eyes on Su Ci's hand, and pursed his thin lips into a straight line.

Su Ci's two hands were assigned to two doctors, and the anesthetic was injected, and even the last bit of numbness disappeared.

Su Ci watched intently as they used a microscope and tweezers to remove the broken glass stuck in their hands.

Half an hour later, the operation was over, and the two doctors wiped the sweat off their heads.

"Both of your hands have sutures to varying degrees. Don't touch the water or do your hands recently. It's best to hire a full-time nanny if possible."

After the doctor finished speaking, he subconsciously glanced at Feng Mochen. The woman who could be carried by Feng Mochen was not short of a nanny.

On the contrary, Su Ci has an embarrassing expression on her face, she can't touch the water and can't do anything, so, how about she go to the toilet to take a shower?
Su Ci looked at her tied hands, and hated the person who framed her in the hotel.

She must get her out and let her enjoy the feeling of being bullied by the public online!
"Editor Su, how long do you plan to stay in the operating room?"

Feng Mochen's words brought Su Ci back to his senses. Turning his head, he found that Feng Mochen already had an extra bag of medicine in his hand, which was probably given to him by the doctor.

"President Feng, can I trouble you to call a taxi for me?"

Su Ci looked embarrassed. With her hands, she couldn't even hold a mobile phone, let alone a mobile phone.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, "Take a taxi, where are you going?"

"A friend." Su Ci replied without thinking.

Her current appearance is tantamount to losing her arms, so she can't really ask a nanny to take care of her.

Su Ci thought for a while, and probably only Xiaobai could help him.

"I'll take you there."

Just as Su Ci was about to refuse, she heard Feng Mochen continue to say, "You still don't know who is going to kill you. Without these hands, if the driver wants to do something to you, how many hands do you think you still have?" Can you resist?"

Su Ci's breathing was stagnant, and what Feng Mochen said was not unreasonable. If he was unlucky and met a rogue driver, he might not be so lucky by then.

Su Ci raised her head and pursed her lips with a smile, "Then please send me another trip, President Feng."

In the car, Su Ci reported Xiaobai's address to Feng Mochen, and the other party changed directions with ease.

The breeze from the car window blew in, and Su Ci suddenly became sober. Thinking about what happened today, she really wanted to thank Feng Mochen for his "favor of not killing".

His sudden act of breaking into the street, as long as his driving skills were not good enough, his little life would probably be explained to him.

The car was so quiet that only the sound of the wind remained, when suddenly Feng Mochen in the front seat spoke.

"Editor Su's aesthetics are quite unique. The ring on your hand is a new product from DR this time, but not many people bought it."

The expression on Su Ci's face was slightly stiff, her eyes fell on the ring placed aside, and she smiled.

"It's a gift from a friend, it's a pity not to take it with you."

The implication is that I don't like it much.

The car was silent again, and half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a residential building.

It was already past twelve o'clock in the evening, and Su Ci asked Feng Mochen to call the assistant's number for him.

On the other end of the phone, the little assistant's voice was confused, obviously not awake yet.

"Editor-in-Chief, why are you still up so late? You don't want me to work overtime again."

"No, I'm downstairs at your house, can you come down and pick me up, I..."

Su Ci stared at her two white hands, feeling so powerless for the first time in her life.

"Did you come to sleep with me?" The little assistant's voice became a little clearer, "Didn't you say you were looking for a hotel to sleep in, why did you come here now, wait, I'll go down and pick you up right away."

The little assistant hung up the phone, and Su Ci breathed a sigh of relief.

She was still wearing the nightgown she had worn in the hotel, which was stained with a lot of blood.

I don't want to see Feng Mochen is real, but Su Ci still has to thank Feng Mochen for what happened today.

"President Feng, I owe you a favor. If you need my help in the future, please feel free to contact me."

Feng Mochen looked her up and down with deep eyes. This woman, whose hands were covered in shards of glass, didn't even make a sound, and still thought of saving the video at the first moment.

Interesting, much more interesting than he knew.

Not long after, the little assistant came down wearing a plain white nightgown. The first thing she saw was Su Ci's hands wrapped in two balls, and then she noticed Feng Mochen next to her.

"Editor-in-chief, are you being domestically abused?!"