Domineering CEO: Woman, please be responsible

Mu Nancheng told Zhou Xiangxiang not to think wildly, but some things were beyond her control, so she was very worried and asked quietly.

When she called Lin Ran, Lin Ran was carrying water in the hospital.

"Sister Ranran, do you know about Jiang Xiaodie?"

"I know." Lin Ran raised his hand to slow down the speed of the infusion tube, "What's wrong? Xiangxiang, what do you want to ask?"

"Nancheng... is he okay?"

Lin Ran smiled, "Why is it all right? I went home yesterday morning and was kicked down from the second floor by his father."

Zhou Xiangxiang burst into tears when he heard this, and covered his mouth.

"However, Xiangxiang, don't worry. Nancheng will take care of it himself. If you worry about him, he will worry about you instead."

Zhou Xiangxiang covered his mouth and nodded, tears flowed into his mouth, but bitter in his heart.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Ran stared at the phone in a daze. The doctor came over to help her change the bottle, and asked her, "Are you really not going to treat? The treatment still has a 50.00% chance of success."

Lin Ran smiled, "Treatment? Cut off my dick? No, I don't want to."

"Some things, don't take it too seriously, the most important thing is being sick."

Lin Ran shook her head, "For me, dignity is the most important thing, I hope I can be more perfect."

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In the evening, Mu Nancheng came back, had dinner, rested for a while, and then went upstairs to take a shower.

In the middle of washing, Zhou Xiangxiang suddenly pushed open the door. He was startled and subconsciously blocked his back.

Zhou Xiangxiang walked in and walked into the shower room.Mu Nancheng suddenly grabbed her hand, "Hey, don't come in, you'll get your clothes wet."

Zhou Xiangxiang didn't stop, insisting on walking inside.Mu Nancheng had no choice but to turn off the water immediately.

"Xiangxiang, what's the matter?" Mu Nancheng stared at her and joked, "Want to take a mandarin duck bath with me?"

Zhou Xiangxiang frowned, "Turn around."

Mu Nancheng was stunned, "What's the matter?" He hid a little more inside.

Zhou Xiangxiang grabbed his hand directly, turned his body, and made his back face her.

On the back, there was a long, bright red gash, as if scratched by glass, and there was no scar yet. Zhou Xiangxiang was a little dizzy from the wound, and his legs immediately went limp.

But she didn't look away, and gently touched the skin near his wound, "Does it hurt?"

Her hand was so gentle that Mu Nancheng's heart trembled, and his body froze slightly.

"Does it hurt?" Zhou Xiangxiang asked again.

Mu Nancheng shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."

Zhou Xiangxiang burst into tears, and complained to him in a crying voice, "Lying."

"Xiangxiang, it really doesn't hurt, it's nothing." Mu Nancheng turned around, and Xiangxiang wiped the tears off her face distressedly.

Zhou Xiangxiang opened his arms to embrace him, "Didn't you get kicked down from the second floor? How did you make such a long cut?" She choked up hard and her voice was trembling.

Mu Nancheng was slightly taken aback, "How do you know?"

"I don't know, are you going to tell me forever?"

Mu Nancheng sighed, "Xiangxiang, it's okay, I'm fine, don't worry, be good."

Zhou Xiangxiang raised his head, feeling sorry for him, tiptoed, kissed him on the lips, kissed him again, and then asked, "Did you fall on the glass?"

Zhou Muchen nodded, "There is a broken glass on the ground. When I fell from the second floor, my back was pressed against a broken glass, which opened a hole."

Zhou Xiangxiang was so distressed, turned over him, blew on the wound on his back, and asked with a choked voice, "Does it hurt to death?"