"I—I don't know!" Darlene shook her hands indiscriminately, she hadn't figured out how to deal with it yet!
Little flames sprang out from Mother Long's gaze, and she moved to the sofa again, seeing Feng Mengmeng who was curled up, silent, and only caring about tears dripping, she jumped up with a bang.
He stepped in front of Feng Mengmeng in two steps, reached out and grabbed her wrist: "Mengmeng—you—"
She wants to ask, are you hurt
However, as soon as she uttered three words, Darlene rushed out and stood in front of Dragon Mother.
"Chairman's wife, it's like this. The president and Mengmeng were playing games just now and were having fun chasing after him. But the president got excited and tripped his left foot and fell on the coffee table. Look, this ashtray was covered by his ashtray." The head was smashed!"
With an idea, Darlene's raw nonsense came out of her mouth!
Long Yutian is embarrassing~ left foot mixed with right foot
Darlene, when you choose to make up a story, can you pay attention to the tall and dignified image of young master Ben? !
Mother Long suddenly realized, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "So it's like this~ I thought you two were fighting and pinching each other~"
As she said that, she looked at her son's forehead that was as tough as a crystal, and said, "But Yutian, Mengmeng is a little girl with a delicate body and cannot withstand a fist. Even if you really fight in the future, you Let her go, you know?"
"Why?" It was Darlene who spoke, she was surprised, the wife of the chairman is really not a stepmother
Long Muyu sighed earnestly: "Only when the mother's body is healthy physically and mentally can a good baby be born!"
After speaking, he nodded in agreement with himself!
——
Long Yutian was taken to the hospital by the 120 ambulance, accompanied by Mengmeng.
After putting on medicinal wine and bandaging it, the doctor said that it was just a little skin trauma and nothing serious, as long as the wound is well maintained, there will be no scars.
Hearing this, Feng Mengmeng breathed a sigh of relief.
Darlene was busy paying for the medicine, and Mother Long blocked the doctor to ask this and that.
No one noticed Feng Mengmeng's remorseful and sad little figure crouching alone in the corner.
Through the glass window, he looked at Long Yutian who was half leaning on the hospital bed from a distance.
A piece of white gauze was wrapped around Mr. President's forehead, faintly stained with blood, his face was slightly pale, and his perfect cold lines were stained with a layer of distressing weakness.
On the slender fingertips and the collar of the white shirt, spots of blood stains bloomed enchantingly, adding a touch of evil charm to him.
BOSS is BOSS, handsome standing, handsome sitting, handsome lying down, handsome even when smashed!
Feng Mengmeng bit her lip and took a step forward, hesitating whether to go in and apologize.
Unexpectedly, Long Yutian in the ward seemed to sense her breath, turned his head slightly, and happened to see the nervous little woman standing by the window.
So, all sides meet.
Feng Mengmeng's eyes were a little terrified, and there was also a little bit of guilt, biting his lips, innocent and pitiful.
However, Long Yutian's eyes were relatively indifferent, he glanced at her lightly, and if there was a strange arc of yin and yang in the corner of his lips, he turned his head arrogantly, as if he didn't even bother to look at her more bother.
Feng Mengmeng knew that the Boss must still be angry. An incomparable existence like him, with a personality of self-importance, was hurt by her—almost disfigured.