Mu Zhengyan was originally squatting down and checking Qiao Xin'an's wounds, but she was caught off guard and fell directly to the ground in a mess.

The thin lips were pursed gently, and the neat short hair hung down, covering up the emotions in his lowered eyebrows and eyes.

Without caring about being slapped by her face, Mu Zhengyan took off his coat and put it on her.

Her shirt was tangled by him just now, and the collar was very open.

"You're hurt, I just want to see."

The hoarse voice is filled with drunken low-meal.

"Who is it for me to do this?"

Qiao Xin'an was so painful that tears burst into tears. Her ankle seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, and she was congested and numb. She forced herself to hold the wall, slowly stood up from the ground little by little, and pulled off his coat and threw it to him: "You don't need to pretend to be kind!"

Regardless of whether he took the coat or not, Qiao Xinan limped and continued walking out.

But his right foot hurt so much. After walking forward for less than two steps, his body lost balance. He was about to have close contact with the floor. A strong and powerful palm passed through her waist and steadily put her into his arms.

Mu Zhengyan glanced at her from a high point, unable to hear any tone.

"You are like this now, are you sure you don't want me to be a fake kindhearted person?

If your foot injury is serious, you don’t seek medical treatment in time, and you are a lame person, you won’t even take care of yourself in the future. Then you will have to rely on me for the rest of your life?"

Qiao Xin'an was even more aggrieved by him, and her tears fell more fiercely. She was so arrogant that she bit her lower lip tightly and kept her eyes open and looked at him.

Mu Zhengyan saw that she was crying so hard that she couldn't breathe, her shoulders kept trembling, and her heart was only soft and regretful.

He didn't say nonsense anymore, he bent his arms and directly hugged her horizontally in the posture of a princess hugging her.

Qiao Xin'an just felt that it was inappropriate and wanted to get out of his arms, but he heard Mu Zhengyan's warning-"If you move around again, I'll kiss you now."

Qiao Xinan's white little face was so angry that she felt a little rosy.

She swung her fist and smashed it fiercely at Mu Zhengyan's chest.

"Mu Zhengyan, you bastard!"

"Okay, okay, I'm a bastard, are you satisfied with the bastard you love and hate?"

Mu Zhengyan hugged her and walked out quickly, even trotting, but hugging her was always very steady.

Even when she goes down the stairs, she feels like walking on the ground, and it won't make her feel a little bumpy.

The rich young men who were originally playing with Mu Zhengyan were shocked when they saw this scene.

Is this still Mu Zhengyan?

Holding a woman in your arms is like holding the whole world, cautious and extremely precious.

Mu Zhengyan placed Qiao Xin in the passenger seat and turned his head to drive towards the nearest hospital.

Qiao Xinan held her right foot with one hand. She tried her best to endure the pain, and she let out a discomfortable whimper from time to time.

"Hold on, you'll go to the hospital right away..." Mu Zhengyan felt even more uncomfortable when he heard this. While comforting, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and rushed on the road arrogantly.

A traffic policeman behind him wanted to stop Mu Zhengyan, but when he saw his iconic license plate number, he retreated.

On the way to the hospital, Mu Zhengyan had called the doctor.

So when Mu Zhengyan brought Qiao Xin'an to the hospital, the doctor was ready for first aid.

The doctor heard Mu Zhengyan so anxious for the first time, and thought that Mu Zhengyan's wife was injured, and they were all ready. As a result, when Mu Zhengyan came with Qiao Xinan in his arms, he was surprised again. Could it be his new love?

When the doctor saw that Mu Zheng was bleeding from his head, he immediately wanted to bandage him to stop the bleeding.

"No need, deal with her first."

Mu Zhengyan said something and focused on accompanying Qiao Xin'an for the examination.

Qiao Xin'an was sent to the diagnosis room for a film. Her ankle was sprained and then clamped. Although the bones were not damaged, accompanied by severe bone edema, her fair ankles were covered with bruises, which looked shocking and she had to recuperate for a while.

The doctor bandaged her and wrapped it around her circles of gauze. Qiao Xinan kept sucking cold air, and the cold sweat on her forehead never stopped.

But this time she gritted her teeth and didn't say a word.

Mu Zhengyan suddenly remembered the past.

Qiao Xinan is most afraid of pain.

Not to mention that she was so injured, she would even go to the hospital for an injection, so she would close her eyes exaggeratedly and hum for a while. What else has happened in the past four years? Can she change her so much?

Mu Zhengyan reached her hand to her mouth with distress.

"If the pain is too much, I will bite me."

Qiao Xinan laughed in anger and sneered heavily: "I think it's dirty."

Mu Zhengyan's hand stretched out was a little stiff, and his eyes dimmed. A hint of tolerance appeared in his handsome facial features, but instead of getting angry, he went to the bathroom inside and washed his arms from beginning to end.

When I stood in front of her again, there were still water droplets on my wrists, and my tone was sincere.

"Now it's not dirty, you can bite it."

Qiao Xinan sneered. What she said was that he was messing around with people everywhere.

"It's better to bite gauze than bite you."

At least there are not so many germs from women.

Mu Zhengyan gently swelled his temples, and he asked a little childishly: "Can gauze be more useful as me? Can I carry you all the way to the hospital?"

"The gauze will not at least cause me to be injured and go to the hospital."

Qiao Xin'an retorted, and his attention was attracted by Mu Zhengyan, and the doctor took the opportunity to quickly treat the wound.

Mu Zhengyan's face darkened, with a little anger.

After not seeing him for four years, she still can arouse his anger as always.

"Qiao Xin'an, do you have to talk to me like this?"

"Qiao Xin'an, who is that?"

Qiao Xin'an didn't blink at all: "My name is An Qiao. Mr. Mu is afraid that he is drunk and has not yet awakened. He is talking nonsense, and he is not worried that the wind will flash his tongue."

"..." Mu Zhengyan's expression sterned, and the gloomy flashed in Taohua's eyes, and the tone of the conversation suddenly turned: "Don't you want the crew of "Rakshasa" to resume work?"

This is definitely a threat! Qiao Xin'an's purpose in coming to him is also hope that the efforts of the entire crew of "Rakshasa" cannot be stopped just because of her.

She bit her lower lip and indeed did not speak back.

Mu Zhengyan's face then calmed down, and his long fingers brushed across her slightly chaotic hair, and said gently: "I don't want to go that step either. As long as you are more behaved and cooperate with the doctor to deal with the wound, when I am satisfied, I will naturally help you."

Qiao Xin'an clenched his fists tightly and suppressed his anger: "Then Mr. Mu, how do you want to be satisfied?"

"First, keep a distance from Qi Lin and don't allow him to enter your house again in the future."

"Second, accept my kindness."

"Third, accompany me to a concert."

"Fourth, let's talk about it when I think about it."

"bona fide?"

Qiao Xin'an's beautiful lips shook slightly, his starry eyes widened, and he smiled sarcastically: "It turns out that it is your kindness to take advantage of wine to act violently?

I've learned it today."
Chapter completed!