Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

Regarding being kidnapped after throwing trash downstairs, Mu Zhichan's first reaction was neither fear nor fear, but to rush up and beat him up without saying a word!

Although Mu Zhichan did not learn Sanda in [-] years, it is obvious that the opponent is also a Lianjiazi, and the most important thing is that the guy has a knife in his hand.

The two wrestled for several rounds, Mu Zhichan's eyes turned cold, she raised her hand to shackle the opponent's right wrist holding the knife with a "bang", and at the moment the knife fell, she bent her knees and kicked him hard in the lower abdomen. Capture is to suppress and push the person to the ground, the action is very fierce.

"What are you doing? Kidnapping me and blackmailing my father?" Mu Zhichan looked down at the masked man with a sneer. The man struggled with great strength, and the viciousness in his eyes made people feel terrified.

But Mu Zhichan is not afraid at all.

"Who hired you? Tell me, and I'll pay you double the price." Mu Zhichan saw that the man was struggling harder, and his subordinates tried again, and asked condescendingly.

The man struggled violently without saying a word, and while the hand holding him was slightly loose, he raised his leg and kicked Mu Zhichan's knee, at the same time, the switchblade hidden in the other hand slashed at Mu Zhichan fiercely.

Although Mu Zhichan's reaction quickly receded, her neck was cut by the tip of the knife in the end, and bright red blood overflowed from the nearly five centimeter long wound, almost reaching the carotid artery.

Mu Zhichan looked at the back of the man who staggered away, picked up the knife that fell on the ground, and frowned.

……

After Mu Qingyun finished sorting out the documents, he took off his glasses and pressed his temples. After closing his eyes for a short rest, he looked at his watch and found that nearly half an hour had passed since Mu Zhichan went downstairs to throw out the trash. He frowned.

Then, he heard the sound of the door opening, he couldn't help but feel relieved, he stood up and walked to the living room, and said in a teasing tone: "Why have you been here for so long, can't you meet some pretty little girl?"

But in the next second, Mu Qingyun saw the bleeding wound on his beloved child's neck, the expression in his eyes cooled down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he walked towards him quickly and asked in a deep voice: "What's going on?"

"Someone wanted to kidnap me, and then I got into a fight with that person, and I was accidentally cut by the knife in his hand." Mu Zhichan put the knife in his hand on the shoe cabinet, and summed up the matter in a few words. Qingyun's gloomy and terrifying eyes couldn't help but shudder in his heart, and comforted him: "Dad, I'm fine, don't worry."

Without saying a word, Mu Qingyun helped him to sit on the sofa, then leaned over and took out the medicine box from under the coffee table, took out iodophor, cotton swabs, and gauze, and disinfected and bandaged him with familiar movements.

Mu Zhichan trembled her eyelashes, and looked at his father calmly, thinking that it was really scary when the other party lowered his face and didn't smile.

"Are there any other injuries on your body?" Mu Qingyun asked in a low voice.

"No more, just this place." Mu Zhichan replied.

"Really? Don't lie to me." Mu Qingyun looked into Mu Zhichan's eyes and asked slowly.

"Really, why am I lying to you? Don't you know my skills? This injury is my carelessness. I didn't expect that guy to have a knife in his hand, but he is not much better. At least he broke the knife. Broken two ribs..." Mu Zhichan muttered a little unconvinced.

"Go to sleep, Dad will take care of this." Mu Qingyun slowed down for a moment, and his expression became gentle again, but the ink color in his eyes was so thick that he could hardly melt away. As he spoke, he raised his hand to comfort her. Touched the top of Mu Zhichan's hair.

Mu Zhichan felt the caress from the top of her head, she couldn't help but raised her eyes and looked at him quietly for a while, then opened her arms and hugged Mu Qingyun, saying: "Dad, don't worry about me, and don't be angry, after all, there are many negative emotions. prone to wrinkles."

Mu Qingyun gave a soft "hmm" and instructed: "Don't press the wound, and tell me anytime if you feel uncomfortable."

"Okay, good night Dad." Mu Zhichan said with a smile.

"Good night." Mu Qingyun looked at Mu Zhichan, and didn't look away until the other party entered the bedroom. Then, he got up and walked to the shoe cabinet, looking down at the knife from a high position, his gaze was cold and dangerous.

The next day.

Mu Zhichan was woken up by the knock on the door. He sat on the bed in a daze for a long time before his brain slowly came to his senses, and then he realized that the alarm clock he had set had been pressed off at some point, and at the same time the alarm clock beside the pillow I also posted a post-it note, which said: I have asked you for leave today, so you don’t need to get up early, and have a good rest at home.

Well, it's his father's handwriting.

Mu Zhichan bent her lips and put the post-it note aside, put on her slippers and walked through the living room, looked out through the peephole of the anti-theft door, and was immediately overjoyed.

"Ah, I haven't had time to tell you, I'm asking for leave today." Mu Zhichan looked at Lu Qi and smiled, but the other party didn't respond immediately, but narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell directly on his bandaged face. neck.

"Why are you injured?" Lu Qi asked in a deep voice.

"There was a little accident last night." Mu Zhichan scratched the back of her head, and added: "It's not a big problem, it's just a small hole, it's just that my dad cared too much, so he insisted on asking me for a day off."

Lu Qi looked at him coldly for a while, then picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number of the class teacher, and said in a low voice, "Hello, teacher, I'm Lu Qi."

"Well... I'm not feeling well today, and I want to ask for a day off."

"I'm fine, I just have a fever."

"Okay, thank you."

Mu Zhichan looked at Lu Qi in a daze, and then heard the other party ask, "Can I go in?"

"Yes." Mu Zhichan who came back to his senses hastily led people in, and closed the door behind him.

"Have you changed your medicine?" Lu Qi put his schoolbag on the sofa, watched Mu Zhichan take out a box of coconut juice from the refrigerator, and then poured him a glass.

"Not yet... I just woke up, and my dad turned off the alarm clock that I had set." Mu Zhichan sat on the sofa and beckoned him to sit down, but was a little speechless and said, "So why did you ask for leave? Don't tell me. I'm here to look after me."

"So what." Lu Qi sat beside him, took a sip of coconut milk and put down the cup. Then, his eyes fell on the unpacked medicine box.

"Let me help you change your medicine." Lu Qi trembled his thick eyelashes, took out a bandage and a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao powder from the medicine box, and his knuckle fingers looked very beautiful.

"Uh, no need, in fact, I don't even need to wear bandages, and it will dry faster naturally..." Mu Zhichan's voice gradually became smaller under Lu Qi's increasingly gloomy eyes, and finally gave up struggling and collapsed. The body said: "Then take it easy."

To be honest, although Lu Qi doesn't smile much usually, the emotion in his eyes is calm and gentle. When he looks at him, there is even a smile appearing, but now his eyes are dark and oppressive. Zhi Chan has a strange feeling that if he continues to disobey the other party's will, he will be beaten by the other party.

作者有话要说：对不起！！最近一直在忙论文和毕设，简直从入门到入土，麻了..感谢在2021010323:07:012021012323:17:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 9 bottles of char siu; the duck is also knocking CP today! 7 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!