Qiao Yimo's pupils shook suddenly, and the hand holding Mo Nan almost released. After reacting, his free hand pushed him away, and said in a panic: "Fu Sinian, this is the elevator room! "
Is he crazy
The man focused his eyes on her face, holding her waist with one hand, his extremely magnetic voice with a chuckle, "Does anyone say that it is not allowed to do it in the elevator?"
I am accustomed to seeing her without makeup on weekdays, and even with makeup, she has a sober style. Tonight can be called a majestic and charming.
Qiao Yimo's face turned pale in shock and his body stiffened. He looked at him in shock, Yu Guang glanced at the floor and reminded him hurriedly: "Here."
The man stretched out his hand and squeezed her face. In the elevator, under the dim light, he looked at her like a wild beast, but his tone was full of mocking smiles, "You don't really think I will be here. Want you?"
"..."
If the target was not him, Qiao Yimo might really scold him, and could only endure it in a cold sweat.
If what he said was true, she had no doubt that he would take her here, he was not a joke.
The elevator stopped on the 27th floor and opened. Qiao Yimo helped Mo Nan's body just as he was about to go out. One arm suddenly came, buckled Mo Nan's shoulder, pushed her away, and said coldly: " Room number, key."
"..."
Qiao Yimo watched him use only one hand to clasp the woman's shoulder to keep her from falling. His body was not touched at all. He couldn't help but stay in a daze. He pointed his little finger to the left, "Over there, 2802."
Fu Sinian didn't look at her, but pulled Mo Nan's body and walked over.
Qiao Yimo supported the wall to follow, looking at Mo Nan's drooping head, and couldn't help but say, "Can you be gentle?"
No matter how you look at what he is pulling in his hand, it doesn't look like a person.
Fu Sinian stood at the door, his eyes narrowed deep, and he smiled low, "You want me to hold her in and then hug her? What are you going to do if she falls in love with me?"
Qiao Yimo, "..."
Although this sentence is quite narcissistic, if the target is not Mo Nan, she really believes that any woman can hardly resist his charm.
She approached, took out the key from her to open the door, and said in a nonchalant manner: "She might not look down on you."
Senior Ning is her heart
The only one here, although she doesn't know if she has forgotten him in her heart.
Fu Sinian, "..."
Opening the door, the man stepped into the living room and threw the person on the sofa, seemingly reluctant to touch him again.
Qiao Yimo stayed for a while, trying to say something, but in the end he swallowed it all with saliva.
The man turned to look at her, and said coldly: "Are you going to drag a dead foot and stay to take care of her?"
Qiao Yimo's small hand was still on the wall. Hearing the words, he lowered his head and looked at the already swollen high ankle, revealing an anxious look, like a child who has done something wrong.
Although she wanted to say that it was okay, it was not the time to be brave at this time. If she left, she would really have nothing to do.
The bones may be misplaced, if it is not treated, it may have an impact on the filming.
Looking at Mo Nan, who was sleeping on the sofa, she hesitated for a moment, then walked to the bedroom with a hand on the wall and took a blanket out to cover her, then raised her eyes to the man and said cautiously: "Can you take me to the hospital? ?"
If he doesn't want to, then she can only call Xiao Xiao again.
The man watched her limpingly from the living room to the bedroom and back all the time with cold eyes. An uncontrollable impulse surged in his heart, but he pressed it down, just snorted and said, "Yours. The skin has become thick enough now, you tossed it out by yourself, why should I send you to the hospital?"
Qiao Yimo muffled: "Are you going to make your wife a lame? Wouldn't it be shameful?"
The man really laughed, as if he heard a joke, "Can the cripple be Mrs. Fu?"
"..."
Heartbroken.
Qiao Yimo twisted the skirt with her small hands, and wore his suit jacket on his upper body. His large, clear black eyes were pure and impurity-free, and he looked even thinner and pitiful.
After a long while, she lowered her head and said in a daze: "Well then, you can go back. I'll call the agent to come over soon."
She ran out from the party without saying a word. Xiao Xiao hasn't called her yet. There may be only one reason. She is too busy dealing with her mess now.
Fu Sinian, "..."
This woman's ability to pretend to be pitiful is really increasing day by day.
After half a minute, the man suddenly took out his cell phone and made a call.
"
Hello, where are you now? "
"..."
…
An hour later, in the hospital, Pei Qian, who was on the night shift, looked at Fu Sinian, who walked in with a woman in his arms, and the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose fell in shock.
"Tsk tusk, who are you two?"
Fu Sinian glanced at him blankly, "show her feet."
Pei Qian pushed his glasses, saw the face of the woman in his arms, and suddenly smiled, "I just wondered where did you get a fairy from? It turned out to be Xiao Momo."
Qiao Yimo, "... Doctor Pei."
Didn't she just dress up more delicately tonight? With makeup and a sexy dress, these people just don't know her anymore.
The high-heeled shoes were thrown into the car, and Qiao Yimo was carried in by the man barefoot. At this time, there was a sharp swelling on the delicate ankle.
Pei Qian glanced, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll take you to the orthopedics department to take a film first to see if there are any fractures."
The hospital late at night was a bit quiet and deserted, with footsteps echoing in the corridor.
Qiao Yimo put his arms around the man's neck, his nose was full of breath, squinted his eyes and quietly looked at his handsome face, there was a slight sweetness in his heart.
The corners of his lips could not hold back a soft smile, as if all the unhappiness that happened tonight had disappeared at this moment.
"From the film, it is only a slight fracture, and does not require fixation, but try not to move and reduce the amount of activity.
In the office, Fu Sinian and Pei Qian stood aside, and Qiao Yimo sat in a chair listening to the orthopedic doctor's instructions.
After a long while, she asked: "How long can I recover after resting?"
Fu Sinian's abrupt voice came with a strong ridicule, "Since you can't bear it, you can run in a wheelchair."
Qiao Yimo, "..."
The doctor was embarrassed for a while, and then laughed, "You still have to rest as much as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to heal."
Qiao Yimo didn't dare to ask any more, so dull and silent.
Fu Sinian squinted his eyes and said calmly, "Get her a wheelchair."
Pei Qian's eyes gleamed, patted him on the shoulder, and chuckled, "What kind of wheelchair? Her bedroom is upstairs, so it's not too much trouble to move it down? With so many servants in your house, you don't need you to wait anyway What do you care about so much?"
Fu Sinian glanced at him with a frown, his face dark and dark.
(End of this chapter)