My Third Gentleman

Chapter 23 Three Encounters (1)

Mu Jinchen, who was sitting in the back seat with his eyes closed and rested, was unstable and slammed into the back of the chair in front. He frowned unhappily, "Qidong, what's the matter?"

"Master, it seems to have hit someone." Qidong was taken aback. He has been driving with the young master for almost ten years. There has been no accident so far. He has always been proud of driving a good car. The accident was the first of its kind, even though that person suddenly appeared.

He quickly unloaded his seat belt and got out of the car to check.

Mu Jinchen rolled down the car window and wondered whether he needed to deal with it in person, when he heard Qidong's "Yeah", "Miss Wushuang, why are you?"

He didn't know Jing Wushuang until today. Although he didn't meet him formally, how could he not know her name with his ability to observe words and expressions.

Wushuang didn't know Qidong, and he was too painful to speak, and didn't know if it was hand pain or foot pain. Anyway, she felt uncomfortable. She finally learned today that she will not die if she does not die.

A single-plank bridge with a childlike heart can hurt your hands and feet.

Hearing this name, Mu Jinchen frowned even more.

He opened the door and got out of the car, standing still a few steps away, looking at the girl in the khaki coat through the dim street light, not knowing whether it was painful or scared, his eyes were red, and his cheeks were red. With a little pitiful appearance, he sat down on the wet floor in embarrassment.

His brow furrowed deeper and deeper, and he walked to Wushuang's side in a few steps, "What's wrong?"

Hearing this voice, Wushuang even forgot the pain, his unique voice and strong magnetism should not be ignored by people like him, and he will never forget it.

She raised her eyes and looked along the source of the sound. The man was only wearing a black shirt with two buttons still unbuttoned. His long body was so domineering and straight in the cold spring night.

Wushuang couldn't speak for a while, only choked occasionally, and that appearance became more and more pitiful.

At this time, Qidong had already pulled out the heel of her shoe stuck in the gap, and her nerves returned to the cage. Only then did she gasp with a "heap" of pain.

"Master, Miss Wushuang's feet may be crippled. Let's take her to the hospital." Qidong said he was going to help Wushuang up. When he just helped her to pull the heels, he found that her feet were all crooked. One direction, it must be hurt.

Wushuang would sweat on his forehead with pain, and nodded indiscriminately, but did not try to behave, trying to use Qidong's hand to support it.

Who knows, her hands seem to be hurt too, her weight is unstable when she gets up, and she is about to fall to the ground. Mu Jinchen has a sharp eye and holds her shoulders.

A clear, strong masculine breath mixed with a little tobacco smell hits her face, Wushuang's careful liver involuntarily turns upside down, the ear is the man's low and thick voice, almost touching her cochlea, she can feel him "Miss Jing, I’m offended."

After dropping this sentence, he hugged Wushuang whole and walked in the direction of the car.

Wushuang was stunned by this unpredictable action, she didn't know how to react, she didn't expect him to hug her suddenly.

Qidong was also stunned. The young master is not the kind of sympathetic person. In general, he will deal with this situation, and he will generally ignore it.

What's more, the other party is a girl. How many years has the young master not been so close to a girl?

(End of this chapter)