The world's most sassy sweet wife

When Chu Xinhao was sent to the hospital, his clothes were soaked in blood.

At this moment, the T-shirt was gone, and the doctor must have cut it up and disposed of it.

He wore a medical chest belt on his upper body, and there were a lot of blood on his pants and hair. Although his face was cleaned by the doctor, there were still residues.

The wild and explosive street dancer on the stage was as embarrassed as he could be at the moment.

Chu Xinhao also knew that he had no image, so he looked a little embarrassed, "No, I can do it myself."

Yu Ziqing asked, "Why didn't you call your manager over?"

Chu Xinhao was abducted by human traffickers since he was a child, and he has no relatives. Even if he has no friends, he can ask his agent to help him.

Chu Xinhao said with a smile, "It's not a big deal, I can do it myself."

Yu Ziqing sized him up for a while, then sighed, "Sit on the chair and wait, I'll go out for a while."

Chu Xinhao was stunned, not knowing what she was going to do.

He wanted to stop her, but found that she had gone away like a gust of wind.

He sat on the chair, stared at the red headband on his wrist, and smiled wryly.

Ten minutes later, Yu Ziqing came back.

She put the bag on the chair and said lightly, "Go to the bathroom and change."

Chu Xinhao looked at her in surprise, "For me?"

He was flattered, but not sure.

Yu Ziqing said, "Yes. Hurry up and put on, I'll take you home, and I want to chat with you."

Chu Xinhao's eyes flickered, and he hesitated, "But I will stain my clothes."

Yu Ziqing said indifferently, "If it's dirty, it's dirty, just throw it away."

She didn't drive, so she could only take a taxi.

Chu Xinhao was covered in blood from head to toe, probably few drivers would be willing to take him.

Chu Xinhao pursed his lips, finally picked up the bag, got up and walked to the bathroom.

Yu Ziqing asked behind him, "Can you do it yourself? You don't need my help?"

Chu Xinhao's back froze, he turned his head and smiled at her, "No, I can do it."

Yu Ziqing sat on the chair and waited, unlocking the phone by the way to reply to a few messages.

The group of Feng's masters was particularly lively.

Qiao Xingrui returned home last night, and chatteringly posted a few group photos of the dinner party, the whole division was boiling, and everyone was envious.

——Sixth Senior Sister: "Qiao Xingrui! You shameless lazy cancer, you deserve to take a photo with Junior Sister?!"

——Senior Brother Four: "Xiao Liu, you must respect the teacher and call him brother obediently."

——Sixth Senior Sister: "Are you worthy?"

——Senior Brother Nine: "Little junior sister and brother-in-law are really a good match! It inspired my creative inspiration, and I want to draw a fanart of them."

——Eighth Senior Sister: "Yes! I want to write [-] words of fan art!"

——Junior Sister: "Brothers and sisters, please be merciful..."

Yu Ziqing got goosebumps all over the ground, feeling that these things are more lethal than those non-existent black materials.

Let her live a few more days...

——Brother Seven: "Brother Fourth, aren't you kneeling in the ancestral hall? How did you get the phone?"

——Senior Brother Fourth: "Hey hey! I have hidden a mobile phone in the ancestral hall long ago, and just come in with a miniature power bank."

——Fifth Brother: "666"

Seeing this, Yu Ziqing frowned, and opened Qiao Xingrui's small chat window, "Senior Brother, I'm hurting you."

He Xuanchen was right, Qiao Xingrui was indeed fined when he returned home.

——Fourth Brother: "Little Junior Sister, it's not because of you. They punished me because I played games. Don't feel guilty. By the way, did you express the gift to me yet?"

——Qing: "Not yet. Don't worry, I will definitely give it to you."

At this time, Chu Xinhao came back.

Yu Ziqing considered it inconvenient for him to change clothes now, so he bought a shirt and sweatpants.

She roughly looked it over and said, "It fits well."

She took out a pack of wet tissues from her bag, "wipe your face."

Chu Xinhao was surprised, "I just washed it, is there any more?"

He was a little annoyed, maybe he was too anxious and didn't wash it clean.

He looked a little embarrassed, and he lost face in front of her time and time again, completely losing his image.

Yu Ziqing pointed to the position of his right jaw line, "A little bit."

Chu Xinhao wiped it several times, but he didn't get it.

Yu Ziqing watched anxiously, almost suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder.

She snatched the wet tissue, wiped it for him, then threw the wet tissue into the trash can and said, "Let's go."

Chu Xinhao froze on the spot, touched the place where he was touched, his cheeks flushed slightly.

He felt his heart beating so fast, seeing that Yu Ziqing had already walked five or six meters, he hurriedly followed him out of the consulting room.

The taxi took them to a high-end apartment complex.

Yu Ziqing did not expect that Chu Xinhao, who was so coquettish in front of the camera, had a very simple home decoration.

There was no life in the house, it felt like no one had ever lived here.

Seeing her looking around, Chu Xinhao said awkwardly, "I...I don't usually need anything, so I don't care about it when I move in. Except for some clothes and necessary toiletries, I didn't add anything."

Yu Ziqing glanced at him and asked with a smile, "Is it because it's convenient to transfer?"

Chu Xinhao said with a smile, "Well, it's simpler, and it's easier to clean up the traces when you leave. Old habits can't be changed."

He greeted, "Look around casually, sit down when you're tired, and I'll take a shower first."

Yu Ziqing nodded and said, "Avoid the chest strap, pay attention to the ribs, and keep the wound on the head away from water."

Chu Xinhao grinned and said, "It's not that serious, I have a good physique, so this minor injury is nothing serious."

Yu Ziqing smiled helplessly and said nothing.

Sitting on the sofa, she suddenly remembered He Xuanchen's legs.

Chu Xinhao had been a mercenary, so he was used to life on the tip of a knife, and he didn't take injuries seriously.

What about He Xuanchen?
Although his leg was only fractured, but because he didn't rest well, he tossed him several times, and the injury was not serious.

Why is he so tolerant?

Did he, like Chu Xinhao, have a similar experience?
At this moment, she suddenly received a message from He Xuanchen.

——H: "Yu Feifan is missing."

Yu Ziqing frowned when she saw this message.

He Xuanchen was about to send Yu Feifan to prison when he disappeared again.

It seemed that Yu Feifan was not seen at the dinner party.

——H: "The surveillance at the venue last night showed that someone knocked him out and took him away."

——H: "What are you doing? Why don't you reply?"

Yu Ziqing was typing when she received two more.

When did this person become so anxious?

Three messages from him popped up one after another, and she hasn't given time to reply yet.

——Q: "With your ability, you still can't find him?"

——H: "No matter how capable I am, haven't I found you in the past five years?"

Yu Ziqing's eyes turned cold, the man's writing was eccentric.

——Q: "Do you suspect that I hid him?"

Yu Ziqing didn't wait for his reply, and blocked him directly.

Forget it, don't talk about trust value.