100 Days of Honey Wars: Dictatorship Boss, flirt

As soon as Jiang Luyao sat down, Qiao Mucheng's gaze fell on her hand, his brows tightened, and he asked sharply, "What's the matter with your hand?"

Seeing his expression of "urgent concern", Jiang Luyao shook his head, but instantly felt that he was thinking too much, how could he care about himself.

He took out a cotton pad casually, threw the rest on the table, and said casually, "When you 'break into a private house', you got hurt."

Speaking of this, Jiang Luyao felt a pain in the flesh.

Before she could react, Qiao Mucheng had already stood up, put down the wine glass in his hand, and sat beside her, holding her wrist with a white and strong hand.

Looking at the shards of glass in her palms, her eyes were full of softness, and said reproachfully, "Don't you have the key here?"

What he said while he was nervous made Jiang Luyao hear a deeper meaning. He pulled his wrist back and asked tentatively, "How do you know I have the key?"

The fact that she had the key in her hand was unknown to anyone except Qi Sizuo, and when Qi Sizuo arranged for someone to come in, no one found out.

Qiao Mucheng was silent for a while, and said: "Guess." After finishing speaking, sensing that her searching eyes were still on him, he said, "As the former owner of this villa, how could you not have a key with you, let alone I don't have a key?" Get someone to change the lock."

Hearing what he said, Jiang Luyao let down his guard.

Realizing that he is so close to him now, sitting together at such an intimate distance, he no longer clings to the problem just now.

Glancing at him, he jokingly said, "Qiao Mucheng, President Qiao, if you hold on to a woman's wrist like this, it's easy for that woman to think you're teasing her. What's more, that woman is still eyeing you. .”

If she hadn't known how he felt about her, she would really suspect that he cared about her by looking at his appearance.

Qiao Mucheng raised his eyes, all the tenderness in his eyes had disappeared, and said sarcastically, "You were so stupid six years ago, I didn't expect that six years later, you are still so stupid."

Since a long time ago, when he knew her, she had been hurt all the time and had problems all the time.

Looking at her bandaged face, his heart twitched suddenly.

When will this woman know how to protect herself from getting hurt?
Jiang Luyao was stunned for a moment, but when he realized it, his face darkened instantly.

Glancing at the wrist he was gripping tightly, he tried to pull it out of his hand.

How could this man call her stupid so blatantly?
The more she twitched, the tighter he grasped.

"Let go of me. Being stupid has nothing to do with you." Anyone can call her stupid, and she admits it.

Only he said she was stupid, but she didn't allow it.

Yes, she was stupid enough to believe the lies he had made up for her time and time again.

She is stupid enough to ruin the entire Jiang family.

She was stupid enough to watch him sit in front of her, unable to do anything, and listen to him scolding her like this.

"If you don't want to annoy me, just sit still." Realizing that she wanted to break away from him, Qiao Mucheng warned her with a cold look.

Looking at his warm and angry eyes, Jiang Luyao really stopped moving.

Because she understands that unless this man takes the initiative to let go, trying to break away from him is simply a dream. Instead of wasting effort, it is better to see what he is going to do to her.

Seeing that she was not moving anymore, Qiao Mucheng looked away from her, reached out and took out a medicine box from under the table, put it on the table, and opened it.

It would be a lie for Jiang Luyao to say that she was not surprised when she saw the medicine box. She seemed to remember that when she was standing here just now, she didn't see the existence of this medicine box.

"Did you bring it?" Jiang Luyao raised his eyebrows and asked in an awkward tone.

Although she made a good guess, she still couldn't believe it.

"En." Qiao Mucheng responded.

Without looking at her, he took out all the tweezers, cotton swabs, disinfectant, and gauze from the medicine box, and pulled her hand in front of him.

Knowing that she didn't come home, he kept wondering if she had taken care of the wound, so he called to find out that she was here, and temporarily asked the secretary to prepare a medicine box and put it in the car.

I didn't expect to prepare this thing to come in handy.

The wound on her face was healed, and she added another wound to her hand.

"Don't tell me you brought this medicine box here on purpose, even if it were, I wouldn't be grateful to you." Jiang Luyao shuddered and turned his head to one side.

Although she didn't want to admit it, at this moment, a strange feeling filled her heart, forcing her heart to beat a little faster.

"When did you ever thank me?" Qiao Mucheng asked back.

"I will never thank you." Jiang Luyao gave him a sideways look, as if he had told a big joke.

Qiao Mucheng remained silent, ignored her question, lowered his head, pinched the exposed glass end with tweezers, and pulled it up.

"Ah..." The pain in the palm of his hand made Jiang Luyao exclaim like being electrocuted, and his arm twitched.

It was really painful, and I could feel the hairs on my back standing up.

This man deliberately took revenge, that's why he took such a heavy hand, right?
"Qiao Mucheng, do you know how to be compassionate and cherish jade? Even if you have an opinion on me, you don't have to make excuses to retaliate, right?" Jiang Luyao almost yelled this sentence through gritted teeth.

If he pulls out like him, after pulling out the glass shards in his own hand, he probably will have half his life left.

"Shut up if you don't want more pain." Qiao Mucheng frowned and looked at the glass shards caught in the tip of the tweezers, then looked at her, and said coldly.

Jiang Luyao suppressed the pain, looked at his handsome features, glanced at the shard of glass that had been pulled out from his palm, bit his lower lip tightly, his whole face flushed red.

The uninjured hand clutched his clothes tightly, trying to use this method to bear part of the pain for himself.

Seeing her suppressed anger expression, Qiao Mucheng lowered his head again to handle her hand.

I don't know if it's my pride at work, or if my yelling is really effective.

Every time she pulls out, she doesn't feel as painful as the first time.

"I've finished pulling out the palms, and there are still a few small ones on the fingertips. It may hurt a little, bear with it." Qiao Mucheng lowered his eyes, staring at her hands, his voice a little low.

For the first time, Jiang Luyao felt that he had heard the gentleness in Qiao Mucheng's tone.

No, it must be her illusion.

"Pull it out, anyway, I've experienced even worse pain, and I don't care about this little pain." Scared by her own feelings, she turned her head to one side and said without thinking.

Qiao Mucheng held his hand, froze for a moment, and the movement of his hand also paused.

Jiang Luyao felt it and looked at him: "Why did it stop?"

"Look elsewhere." Qiao Mucheng's voice was a little hoarse, and then he said, "You can call out if it hurts."

Jiang Lu glanced at him from a distance, but didn't answer.

Smelling the unique masculine scent on his body, he pursed his lips and turned his gaze elsewhere.

This man can always say a word casually, disrupting her heart that she thought had been calm for a long time.

What she wanted was to win his heart and then destroy him.

Instead of being determined by him again, being destroyed by him again.

"Hmm..." Jiang Luyao groaned in pain as the pain in his fingertips came, and then he let out another breath.

Qiao Mucheng's brows frowned as she hummed, and the movements of his hands became lighter again.

It wasn't until the glass shards in his hands were pulled out that Jiang Luyao felt that the clothes behind him were already wet.

Everyone says that ten fingers connect with hearts, and it seems that it is true.

Qiao Mucheng's slender and white hands methodically disinfected her, wiped the potion, and bandaged her. Every movement was so professional, like a doctor holding a scalpel.

Under her gaze, his hands were wrapped layer by layer.

In the end, Jiang Luyao looked at the bandaged hands in front of him, smiled, and joked to Qiao Mucheng, "Qiao Mucheng, why didn't you go to study medicine and become a doctor?"

The professional level of this kind of bandaging, if it is not bandaged by a doctor, probably no one will believe it, right?

"Looking at you, you still don't feel any pain." Qiao Mucheng sneered coldly.

"It hurt just now, but it doesn't hurt now." Jiang Luyao didn't care about his tone, said honestly, and then asked him, "Have you ever studied medical care before?"

Hearing this, Qiao Mucheng paused for packing the medicine box.

"Otherwise, how could you bandage it so well?" Seeing that Qiao Mucheng didn't answer him, Jiang Luyao continued.

"If you want to stay here any longer, you should learn how to be quiet." Qiao Mucheng packed up the medicine box without looking at her, with a tone that disliked her for talking too much.

Sure enough, Qiao Mucheng's words were extremely lethal, and Jiang Luyao suddenly calmed down.

Glancing at him sideways, he reached out to pick up the red wine on the table and took a sip.

The sudden silence brought Qiao Mucheng's thoughts back to the question she just asked.

She was right, he did study medicine and nursing.

It's all because there was a person who was often injured. In order to do it himself, he read a few more books on medical care.

And the person in the past just happened to be exactly the same as the woman sitting behind him drinking red wine at this moment.

Sweet but not astringent red wine, quiet and delicate atmosphere.

While tasting the red wine, Jiang Luyao stared at Qiao Mucheng from the corner of his eyes.

Watch him push the medicine box to the side of the tea table, sit on the sofa opposite him, cross his legs, and stare at him unabashedly with deep, swirling eyes.

The corners of his lips curled slightly, he drank the last sip of red wine, raised the empty glass, and looked at him: "Is there any more?"

Qiao Mucheng glanced at her, and leaned over to bring up a bottle of red wine that had been opened from the lower corner of the tea table.

Jiang Luyao raised his eyebrows and smiled, and poured himself another glass.

A gleam of light flashed in Qiao Mucheng's dark and deep black eyes, he glanced at the wine glass in her hand, and said heavily, "I used that glass before."

The light tone, indifferent and alienated, seems to be a reminder, but not like it.

He remembered her in the past, never willing to use something that was used by others, even if that thing was used by him, it would not work.

Now, she obviously knew that this cup was used by him just now, but she still used it.