Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

After his words fell, the tears on the girl's face rolled even more fiercely, "Yan Nanqing, what are you? Can you treat me like this if you don't like me? I'm still your employer!"

The voice choked uncontrollably, "Let me get out of the car!"

It was the first time Lin Qiewei saw such a fierce Yan Nanqing, and it was also the first time she knew that he was ambiguous with women, and it was the first time she was yelled at by him, so she almost identified him as a villain.

She thought that if he didn't like her, she wouldn't like him. If she persisted for a long time, she would definitely like him.

However, he can throw away the gift she gave him, and he doesn't like being able to yell at her like that tonight, so why should she be ashamed?

Yan Nanqing held the steering wheel with one hand, his Adam's apple rolled, his voice was still deep, but he was trying to be as gentle as possible, "Sit down."

"I said I'm getting out!" she repeated.

The man closed his eyes, "Look at what time it is, this place, you get out of the car, is it my responsibility or..."

"I am responsible for the accident, you don't need to bear it!" Lin Qiaoyou took the words harshly.

Yan Nanqing looked at her with deep eyes, and then slightly frowned.

The girl who didn't want to see him for another second crawled halfway over and opened the central control.

"En!" She pushed away Yan Nanqing's attempt to stop her with one hand, and the man let out a low muffled snort.

And Lin Qiaoqiao had already opened the car door and slipped out of the car, walking away without looking back.

Yan Nanqing reacted and unbuckled his seat belt and chased after him.

"Lin Quietly!" This time, he didn't call Missy again, but directly called her full name.

The woman who was walking in front of him paused for a moment, and then continued to stride forward. She didn't know where to go, so she just kept a distance from him.

When she reached an intersection, she didn't care about that much and was about to rush over.

A motorcycle just came from the left hand side, very fast, 'crack! ' With a click, it felt like the wheels were almost floating past her toes.

Lin Qiaoqiao, whose mind was in an impulsive state, was taken aback for a moment, and then her whole body, especially her legs, went limp all of a sudden.

The pupils of the man behind him shrank severely, strode over and pulled her back directly, and then brought her into his arms to hug her.

Lin Qiaoqiao, who was paralyzed from fright, raised her hand and pushed and knocked, "Let me go!"

The corners of Yan Nanqing's mouth twitched slightly, but the arms around her were tightening instead, one hand clasped her restless head and pressed it against her chest, "I've already apologized, what else?"

Knowing that she is angry and wronged now, and knowing that she has gone too far, so she is patient.

It's just that the voice is so deep that it's a little unsteady: "Can you stop making trouble?"

When Lin Quietly heard this, her temper became even worse.

It's just that when she tried to push him away, she didn't know where her hand pressed him, and it felt wet.

So subconsciously, he took his hand away and took a look, and there happened to be a street light there.

I was stunned when I saw this.

Blood?

She looked at her hands, then looked up at the man holding her.

He still looked indifferent and rigid, with his thin lips pursed indifferently, as usual.

Nervously asked: "Are you injured?"

Yan Nanqing lowered his eyebrows and looked at the girl who was staring at him with her face up. The last second she was so angry because of being attacked by him, and wished she could never see him again.

But as soon as he saw the blood on his hands, he suddenly forgot all his emotions.

At least, he has never seen anyone in his life who cares about him so purely, so purely that he ignores his own.

"Small injury." After a while, the man responded in a low voice.

Lin quietly moved her hand, her hand was very white, so the blood on the palm was too glaring.

This is a small injury?

"Go back to the car?" Yan Nanqing asked again in a low voice.

She nodded numbly again.

if not?
With so much blood, if she loses too much blood and dies, does she count as indirectly causing death?
So, she withdrew from his embrace, lowered her head and walked back the same way in silence.

When I just ran over, I didn't feel how far I had walked, but when I walked back, I realized that I didn't see the car on the side of the road.

"Hold you?" A man's low voice came from behind.

She didn't stop, and she didn't look back. "don't want."

"You're walking too slowly." The man said again.

He didn't know why this idea came to him suddenly. In fact, she didn't walk slowly, but just walked forward without ignoring him. He was not used to such a young lady.

In the past, no matter she was walking or eating, she seemed to have to see him in her eyes.

Or, he just felt guilty and offended his employer, so it's okay to get closer to shorten the distance, right?

Lin Quietly heard this, finally paused, and glanced back at him.

She still has the most basic common sense. At this time, it is impossible to let him carry the weight no matter what, so she didn't say anything about how he disliked her walking too slowly at the moment.

Instead, he continued to pick up the pace.

The man behind him watched her walking faster, but his long legs stopped, his thin lips slightly bent, and he just looked at her quietly for a while.

In the dark night, the girl walked to a quick trot, and the man watched leisurely, with a small arc on the corner of his indifferent face, very ordinary, but like a painting.

The girl's figure got further and further away until it gradually disappeared into the dim place where two street lights meet.

Yan Nanqing frowned slightly, and followed with his long legs.

Maybe he didn't realize it himself, the girl likes to put his figure in sight at any time, and he has long been used to seeing her at any time in order to feel at ease.

It wasn't until he got closer again that his pace slowed down a little.

After a while, Lin quietly got into the car by herself, looked at the man walking through the window, and couldn't help urging, "Hurry up!"

Yan Nanqing got into the car cooperatively, she could not help panting because she was walking too fast.

At this moment, he looked at her, so the girl probably realized that the panting sound was subdued, but it couldn't be suppressed.

The man hooked his lips and was about to start the car.

"Shall I drive?" the person behind asked again.

Lin Quietly just didn't remember it.

"No," he said.

The car started slowly on the road again. This time, she was quiet, and it took a long time before her breathing became normal.

He said again: "Go to the hospital first, the servants at home are asleep, I don't know how to treat wounds."

She's never done anything like this.

The man didn't know if he agreed, but he didn't say anything, and she didn't dare to talk.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the car stopped.

Lin Quietly turned her head to look, of course it wasn't her own villa, but...it didn't seem like a hospital either?

The man unbuckled his seat belt and said, "I'll go back and treat the wound first, and then send you off."

She thought about it, nodded her head, she should have dealt with the wound earlier, so...does he live here?

How does it look like a high-end apartment?