Quick time travel: The coquettish boss has turned black again!

Chapter 97 Story of Female Supporting Role: Major General Murong Goes Wild (35)

"Ling'er, your forehead is bleeding. Sit down quickly and I'll call an ambulance."

The ambulance didn't come, but Murong Beixiao came first.

Without saying anything, he hugged her horizontally and quickly took her away.

Mrs. Murong originally wanted to follow, but she had already taken two steps forward, and suddenly seemed to think of something.He stopped and looked back at Qiu Miao, who was looking for a chance to escape.

The expression of kindness had long since disappeared.

"If you dare to hurt my daughter-in-law, you will go to jail!"

After Mrs. Murong's words fell, the people who followed Murong Beixiao had already stepped forward to control Qiu Miao and her friends.

"Let go of me, you are lynching here, I want to sue you, sue you! Woooo..."

Qiu Miao, whose mouth was gagged, could no longer yell.

In the car, the back seat.Murong Beixiao, who never changed his expression before Mount Tai collapsed, really panicked this time.

As soon as I got in the car, I urged the driver to drive faster, and the driver was so scared that he slammed the accelerator to 180 miles.

The car whizzed out and disappeared into the traffic.

Murong Beixiao held Zhai Ling in his arms, watched blood seep from her forehead, slid down her face, quickly took out a handkerchief, and pressed her wound, but didn't dare to use force, wishing to see the injured People are themselves.

Since being hit by the clothes hanger, Zhai Ling's head has been dizzy.

When Murong Beixiao held her wound with a handkerchief, the instant stinging pain woke her up a bit.

Moving his lips, he looked at Murong Beixiao's stern face and the obvious anxiety and panic in his deep eyes, but he didn't say anything after all.

With a wrinkled face, he felt that he was really unlucky.

I'm afraid that I really dug up the Qiu Miao family's ancestral graves in my previous life.That's why I have been so entangled with her in this life.

She was so angry. If I had known better, she should have had a clothes hanger in her hand.I was beaten so badly and I haven't paid it back yet.

As Zhai Ling thought about it, his thoughts were gradually dispersed.The wound on his forehead didn't seem to hurt that much anymore.

At this moment, the faint mint smell emanating from Murong Beixiao's body lingered on the tip of her nose, and it smelled particularly good.

The 180-mph car was speeding all the way and quickly arrived at the nearest hospital.

When the doctor was treating Zhai Ling's wound, Murong Beixiao stayed by his side.

Every time I heard her cry of pain, I would directly yell at the doctor and tell him to be gentle.

Mingming is an experienced doctor who has been in office for more than ten years, and he handles this wound with ease.But several times, being frightened by Murong Beixiao, he almost dropped the tweezers in his hand.

As for the other little nurses who coveted his beauty, they all crowded together to help the doctor, they were scared and ran away long ago.

Zhai Ling was a little helpless, not knowing whether to laugh or get angry.

She always feels that the man in front of her is not the extremely restrained Major General Murong she knew before.

In order to prevent the doctor from being scared to death by him, no matter how painful it was, Zhai Ling gritted his teeth and endured it later, and did not cry out again.

Actually, it wasn't particularly painful, she could bear it before.

The doctor tried his best to control the fear in his heart, as well as the coercion emanating from Murong Beixiao next to him, and managed to treat the wound with difficulty.

When he put down the tweezers, there was already profuse sweat on his forehead.

(End of this chapter)