The Wife Wants A Divorce Every day

The police arrived at the scene in five minutes, and Si Xiaoyang was pushed to the ground by the security guards, with the knife thrown aside with blood. The police buckled Si Xiaoyang and stuffed it into the police car. The security guards also followed to take a statement. Xi Heming was injured and needed to go to the hospital for bandaging. After an appointment, he would go to the next day to make up the procedures.

The crime of assault and wounding can be big or small, but Jiang Wanwan estimated that with Xi Heming's carefulness, it is estimated that Si Xiaoyang's fate will not be good.

The garage underneath quickly recovered quiet, leaving only two people, Xi Heming and Jiang Wanwan. Xi Heming looked at a few drops of blood on the ground, his face turned pale, he hurriedly opened the door of the car, and said with a trembling voice: "Get in the car, I'll take you to the hospital."

Xi Heming looked at Jiang Wanwan's red eyes, sighed softly, stretched out his hand and rubbed her head: "Don't worry, it's just a small wound. Do you think I haven't changed my face?"

Jiang Wanwan didn't avoid his hand, just bit her lip and looked at him, saying in a strong voice, "Get in the car, don't let me say it again."

Xi Heming was taken aback, then smiled slightly: "Wanwan, your president's aura is getting stronger and stronger."

"I just started later than you, but running a business may not be worse than you!" Jiang Wanwan seemed to push Xi Heming into the car impatiently, but at the same time stared at his injured arm very carefully, for fear that he might hit the wound. Seeing Jiang Wanwan's worry, Xi Heming didn't talk nonsense any more, and obediently got into the car.

The nearest hospital in the community is a private hospital. When Xi Heming was in the car, he called the hospital director. When he got off the car, medical staff greeted him and brought Xi Heming into the treatment room. Jiang Wanwan was invited to the rest room by the nurse. And took her a cup of hot coffee.

It was almost midnight, but Jiang Wanwan was not sleepy at all. She held the hot coffee cup tightly in her hand, and seemed to be able to settle down with this enthusiasm.

Feeling the temperature in her hand, Jiang Wanwan looked forward in a daze, Xi Heming's voice echoed in her ears...

"Then do you know how important Jiang Wanwan is to me?"

"Jiang Wanwan is my wife, I like her, I love her..."

The clips of the two getting along in the past few months flashed in her heart. Jiang Wanwan remembered the scene of Xi Heming's tit-for-tat on the day of his wedding, and remembered the scene where he was disgusted with the first attempt to slap a string, and remembered that his feet were swollen in high heels. When Xi Heming found out, he immediately bought a massage chair and a footbath and gave it to himself awkwardly, and took him back to the bedroom when he was asleep in the living room...

He always said arrogantly that only the top companies are eligible to cooperate with Xi’s Group, but when Jiangcheng Technology was not well-known, he brought executives to understand the products again and again, and gave Jiangcheng Technology the largest order so far. .

He always emphasized that there should be no personal affair in his work, but he did not hesitate to expel her when the secretary gave her offense.

He always said that his time was extremely precious, but in order to be able to be alone for a while, he was willing to waste an afternoon of working time, sitting in the last row with her face clingingly.

He always looks cold. It seems that nothing in the world is worthy of him, but he is willing to hold an umbrella for her on rainy days and shield her from the knife when danger comes.

It turned out that he had already done so many things for himself before he knew it. If it hadn't been for what he said to Si Xiaoyang today, I'm afraid she hadn't noticed his intentions yet.

It turns out that the two people he said are good friends are just a springboard to bring each other closer. What he really wants in his heart is actually one step closer.

Ask yourself, Jiang Wanwan had never thought about being with Xi Heming before today. In terms of personality, the two of them are relatively strong, and there is no possibility of complementarity at all. In terms of life, they are not family-type people, but they are both. Belongs to the type of workaholic. What's more, Xi Heming's attitude towards her was evasive at first, for fear that she would not be able to get rid of it if she fell in love with herself. In this case, her pride would never allow herself to have a trace of affection for this man.

But the experience tonight made her a little confused. At the moment when she knew that Xi Heming liked herself, she was really at a loss and at a loss for a moment, but she had to admit that she was also a little bit happy; she stabbed Si Xiaoyang with a sharp knife. At that time, he didn't hesitate to block her actions and it really made her heart tremble. Coupled with his excellent appearance and perfect abs, Jiang Wanwan had to admit that she was really moved by Xi Heming.

Time passed by Jiang Wanwan's cranky thoughts. The door to the treatment room next door finally opened and a doctor came out: "Where are the family members."

Jiang Wanwan stood up from the chair suddenly, put the cool coffee in her hand on the table in a panic, and hurriedly walked out: "Doctor, I am a family member, how about Xi Heming's wound?"

The doctor took off the mask and breathed a sigh of relief: "The wound has been stitched up. Don't worry."

At this moment, Xi Heming was pushed out while sitting in a wheelchair under his clothes. Jiang Wanwan was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at him speechlessly: "Xi Heming, I remember you hurt your arm. Why did you break your leg if you didn't see it for a while? Is it?"

Xi Heming coughed twice with a guilty conscience and lifted his clothes to reveal his mummy-like arms. Jiang Wanwan's eyes were red in an instant, and she was a little at a loss looking at the bandage on his arm: "Is the wound very long?"

"Fortunately, it's not long." Xi Heming showed a strong smile: "It's not long at all."

Based on the lessons learned from the wheelchair, Jiang Wanwan originally suspected that Xi Heming was bluffing, but he kept saying that he was okay now, but Jiang Wanwan felt that he was covering up. He must be seriously injured.

Jiang Wanwan felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. She pulled up the suit jacket with the cut sleeves red under her eyes, and put it on Xi Heming strictly before she got up and asked, "Doctor, is there anything I should pay attention to?"

Doctor: "Change the medicine every three days. Remember not to touch the water or the wound. Use the injured hand as little as possible. If the wound recovers well, the stitches can be removed in about 10 days."

Jiang Wanwan remembered one by one in her heart: "Okay, then we will change the dressing in three days."

Xi Heming glanced at the doctor: "Tomorrow I will send my assistant to get the case. I may also have to issue some police certificates. I will have to trouble you more then."

The doctor immediately said: "Mr. Xi can rest assured that we will cooperate with the police to provide relevant certification materials."

Xi Heming nodded, then turned to look at Jiang Wanwan: "Then let's go home."

"Okay!" Jiang Wanwan pushed the wheelchair out of the emergency door and pushed it all the way to the side of the car. Xi Heming finally got up from the wheelchair, strode to the side of the car and opened the door of the cab.

Jiang Wanwan was anxious, and hurriedly went over and held down his hand on the car door: "You can't drive, I'll come."

"I know, I just want to open the door for you." Xi Heming smiled and looked at her: "This is more gentleman."

Jiang Wanwan looked at the wheelchair, and then at his long, straight legs: "..."

Jiang Wanwan: "Okay, just be happy if you are!"

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It was late at night after driving home, and the lights in the entrance seemed to be waiting for the two masters to return home.

Jiang Wanwan was afraid that Xi Heming would trip and fall his arms when it was too dark in the living room, so she ran over and turned on all the lights first. Then she went back and helped Xi Heming in, who had just finished changing his shoes slowly, and exhorted: "Today. It's too late, so you can just make do with not taking a bath, and call a special helper to wash for you tomorrow. I will prepare the foot bath for you. You can simply wash your feet and go to sleep."

Xi Heming frowned, as if reluctantly, Jiang Wanwan raised her brow immediately upon seeing this: "Observe!"

"All right! But..." Xi Heming motioned to Jiang Wanwan to look at her shirt: "You can help me take it off, I really can't do anything."

Xi Heming's shirt was pushed all the way to his upper arm, and his entire lower arm was bandaged. In this situation, he couldn't take off the shirt directly, he had to cut the shirt open.

"Wait for me." Jiang Wanwan hurriedly turned and ran to the small study room, looking at her back, Xi Heming smiled and patted Jiang Xiaoyi's head, who was shutting down and charging, and muttered happily: "Someday You have to call me Dad!"

***

Jiang Wanwan found a pair of scissors from the study and returned to Xi Heming's side, trying to help him cut his clothes. Xi Heming's shirts are all custom-made, and the quality is very good, while Jiang Wanwan's scissors are just ordinary office scissors, and it is a little troublesome to cut them.

Jiang Wanwan lowered her head, opened Xi Heming's shirt with scissors in one hand, and cut the shirt a little bit intently. Xi Heming looked at Jiang Wanwan quietly, using his eyes to trace her full forehead little by little, falling from her forehead onto her neatly repaired eyebrows.

Jiang Wanwan's long eyelashes covered most of her eyes. Although she couldn't see the whole picture, Xi Heming's mind still showed what Jiang Wanwan looked like when her eyes were focused. He looked reluctantly away from his eyes, and fell on Jiang Wanwan's delicate red lips along the tall bridge of the nose.

Fearing that the scissors might poke Xi Heming, Jiang Wanwan moved cautiously, her lips pursed unconsciously, and crystal clear sweat came out from the tip of her nose. Seeing Jiang Wanwan's white and flawless skin and beautifully shaped lips, Xi Heming's apple moved up and down and swallowed unconsciously.

Jiang Wanwan raised her head when she heard the voice, her bangs scattered around her cheeks in a mess, her face was a little dazed: "Are you thirsty?"

Xi Heming smelled the fragrance of Jiang Wanwan's body, and indeed felt a little dry mouth: "Yes, I'm very thirsty."

"I'm going to pour you water." Jiang Wanwan put the scissors aside and got up and went to the western kitchen, and quickly brought a cup of warm water. She wanted to pass it to Xi Heming's hand, but watching the bandaged right hand still changed her mind, she put the water glass directly to Xi Heming's mouth: "Drink, I'll feed you."

Xi Heming smiled slightly, lowered his head and took a sip of water from the glass. When he raised his head again, his eyes were bright: "I think today's water is very sweet. Have you added sugar?"

"What kind of sugar, I have the time to serve you." Jiang Wanwan glanced at him sullenly and grumbled roughly: "You are not ashamed of your sweet words."

Looking at Jiang Wanwan's red ears, Xi Heming smiled, holding the bottom of the cup with his left hand and drank a whole glass of water, then solemnly looked at Jiang Wanwan and said, "It's really sweet."

The blush on the tips of Jiang Wanwan's ears quickly spread to the surrounding area, and soon dyed Jiang Wanwan's neck red.

Upon seeing this, Xi Heming smiled more brilliantly, looking at Jiang Wanwan's eyes intently, and covering his chest very seriously: "Like my current mood."

Jiang Wanwan: "!!!"

Help! I was slapped!