Kuaiwen: Trust me! The boss is very gentle

"Hello, who are you?"

When you open your eyes, you will be greeted by luxurious decoration and the flames of the retro fireplace.

This was a completely unfamiliar environment. Cen Jinan didn't know what was happening or where he was.

He moved his shoulders, and then a figure suddenly ran into his eyes.

There is a person beside the warm fireplace. She was sitting in a brand-new wheelchair, holding a thick book in her hands. The fire lent her some light and dyed her body with warm and soft colors.

very beautiful.

Even though he didn't see her face, Cen Jinan could be sure that she was a very beautiful person. And it comes from the inside out, stemming from the beauty of temperament and physical appearance.

Then, he asked politely.

I saw the man's body move, and then his slender fingers slowly closed the book. Putting his free hand beside him, he pushed the big wheel of the wheelchair.

"Don't move when you wake up, it will pull your wound."

Cen Jinan's pupils shrank slightly, he was amazed by this man's beauty, and at the same time, his vigilance increased greatly.

"Well, thank you."

He didn't move, just smiled and looked at the man in the wheelchair.

Her long hair was tied up casually, with a few strands of hair escaping the confinement of the loose hair ties, lazily leaning on her face and hanging in front of her eyes.

Her skin was very white, a sickly white color, and her lips were extremely red, as if they were dyed red by blood.

But it was this unhealthy color that completely aroused the sense of fragmentation in her body, like a piece of blue and white porcelain that could only be viewed from a distance but not played with.

"My name is Yan Jiang Zhou," the person replied to Cen Jin'an. Her voice was light and soft, like a bubble that would dissipate at the touch of a touch. "Your name is Cen Jin'an, I know."

Cen Jinan's smile was warm, and his voice was full of softness, but his vigilance in his heart was raised to another level silently: "It's a beautiful name, Yan Jiang Zhou, can I call you Miss Yan?"

Yan Jiang Zhou's eyes suddenly brightened, very subtle, but Cen Jinan caught it.

"It's my honor..." Yan Jiangzhou smiled and finished speaking softly, his brows suddenly wrinkled slightly. Almost as a reaction to stress, she clenched the handle of the wheelchair with her left hand, covered her mouth with her right hand, and coughed violently.

"Cough cough...!"

Cen Jinan looked at Yan Jiangzhou who was sitting in a wheelchair and was suffering, and wanted to help, but considering the injuries on his body, he asked politely: "Miss Yan, how are you? Do you need an ambulance?"

"Need not……"

After coughing, an abnormal flush appeared on Yan Jiang Zhou's fair face. Her voice became slightly hoarse and returned to its original tone, but she could hear a trace of weakness in her voice.

"It's an old problem, don't worry about it." Yan Jiangzhou waved his hand softly, and then pushed the wheelchair forward to Cen Jin'an, "Your injury is serious. I just disinfected and bandaged it for you. Now Need to change the bandage.”

Cen Jin'an looked into Yan Jiang Zhou's eyes for a while, then said with a smile: "Sorry to trouble you, Miss Yan."

Yan Jiangzhou shook his head slightly, saying it didn't matter.

"Do you know me, Miss Yan? I don't seem to have any specific impression of Miss Yan." Feeling those bare hands gently dismantling the straps, Cen Jin'an seemed to mention it accidentally and said, "For a special lady like Miss Yan, I That’s what you should remember.”

"I just thought you were complimenting me." Yan Jiangzhou pursed his lips and smiled, pulled out the long blood-stained bandage, and said calmly, "However, we have never met before."

Cen Jinan's eyes became inexplicably deep when Yan Jiangzhou turned around to get the bandage, but when she turned around, they were back to their original state.

"Then how does Miss Yan know my name?"

Yan Jiangzhou disinfected his wound again, and then methodically wrapped it up with a new bandage.

"Deputy Director Cen of Mental Hospital No. 1999, he is so famous, it's hard not to know, isn't it?"

Seeing Yan Jiang Zhou putting the tools he took out back into the first aid box one by one and placing them neatly, Cen Jinan's smile did not diminish: "Miss Yan is a player? It doesn't look like it."

Yanjiang Zhou turned around, glanced at Cen Jinan, and then shifted his gaze to the blazing flames in the fireplace.

"Indeed, Dean Cen's intuition is very accurate."

The reflection of the crackling flames flickered in Yan Jiang Zhou's eyes, as if something was about to be burned completely.

She lowered her head slightly, and when she raised her head again, her calm eyes met Cen Jinan's eyes, and she said, "That's right, I'm not a player, I'm just a doctor."

Cen Jinan looked into Yan Jiang Zhou's eyes, and the deep and melancholy black seemed to swallow up the brilliance of the flames.

It's deep, yet as fragile as glass.

"Can you tell me why Miss Yan saved me?"

Cen Jinan looked at Yan Jiang Zhou with a smile and asked in a seductive way.

"Doctors are just benevolent."

"Hmm, is it just because of this?"

"..."

"Please take me in, I want to enter the game."