"Well... I'm Ye Zhiyuan's friend. Sorry, I thought you were quarreling, so..." She hesitated, not knowing how to organize her words, and began to regret why she didn't listen to Yin Shaojie.
Mr. Yan said quietly, "He is drunk."
Mu Xiaoxiao nodded hurriedly and said, "I can tell, how could he be so drunk? Was he..."
She wanted to say whether she was drunk by a customer, but she felt that it was not good to expose Ye Zhiyuan's career in public, so she didn't say anything further.
"He's in a bad mood." Mr. Yan explained, his voice still cold, as if he had no mood swings.
Mu Xiaoxiao asked subconsciously, "What's wrong with him? Why is he in a bad mood?"
She was purely concerned about Ye Zhiyuan.
Mr. Yan said, "I had a quarrel."
Mu Xiaoxiao, "..."
The drunken Ye Zhiyuan staggered a step and started shouting as if he understood their conversation.
"Who is quarreling with you! Who am I to quarrel with you! Who am I... I am nothing..."
Ye Zhiyuan seemed to be unsteady on his feet, swaying and about to fall back.
Mr. Yan reached out with his long arms and held him firmly in his arms, letting him lean against him.
"Okay, no quarrel, let's go take care of the wound first and be good."
The tone was very cold, but the words he spoke seemed to be coaxing.
His big hand pressed down on Ye Zhiyuan's head, as if he were calming a raging cat, and he stroked it patiently.
Ye Zhiyuan became quieter, resting his head on his chest and rubbing it.
Mu Xiaoxiao, "..."
This scene made her feel like she was being abused.
She suddenly understood how Han Qiqing felt about being abused and calling the police every time he saw her being intimate with Yin Shaojie.
Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a while before she found her voice, "Is he... injured?" "Yes, hand." Mr. Yan cherished his words like gold.
Mu Xiaoxiao looked down and found that Ye Zhiyuan's hand was damaged and stained with blood.
"I'll take him into the ward first." Mr. Yan nodded politely to the two of them, then hugged Ye Zhiyuan and entered the ward next door.
The doctors and nurses on the side quickly followed in and treated Ye Zhiyuan's wounds.
Mu Xiaoxiao thought about it, should he go in and care about Ye Zhiyuan's injury
Yin Shaojie took her hand and interrupted her thoughts.
"Let's go. It's time for us to leave. Mr. Yan is here and nothing will happen to him."
It's just that the hand was slightly damaged, but a VIP ward was specially opened for director-level doctors to treat the wound.
Yin Shaojie knew before that Ye Zhiyuan was Mr. Yan's little lover, but he didn't know that Mr. Yan cared so much about his little lover.
Of course, these have nothing to do with him, and he doesn't like gossip.
Mu Xiaoxiao obediently let him lead her away, her head lowered and she didn't know what she was thinking.
Yin Shaojie didn't like her thinking about other men, especially when she was in front of him.
Even if that person already has an owner.
He tapped her forehead and said, "Okay, don't think about it."
Mu Xiaoxiao came back to his senses, raised his head and looked at him, and asked a little awkwardly, "Is that the kind of relationship between Ye Zhiyuan and that Mr. Yan? You seem to know that Mr. Yan, who is he?"
Yin Shaojie didn't want to answer her, so he put her into the car.
Mu Xiaoxiao asked again.
Yin Shaojie got into the driver's seat, suddenly grabbed her chin and blocked her mouth.
After letting go, he said domineeringly to her, "You can only think about me, do you hear me?"
(End of chapter)