The paranoid Ling Shao's beloved pet ran away again

then.

He stopped, stared down at her face, and asked in a softer voice, "Where else does it hurt?"

Hearing these concerned words, Yu Qingyan's eyes lit up instantly, and she quickly replied, "My hands hurt, my feet hurt, my arms and thighs hurt!"

After saying that, she opened her palms, exposing the wear and tear on her palms to the man.

Rong Qingming gently put her down, then held her palm and blew on it, and said with some worry in his eyes, "Let me see if the wound on your leg is serious."

As he spoke, he squatted at her feet, ready to lift up her clothes.

Yu Qingyan quickly squatted down and held his hand, her voice weak and soft, "Don't... don't look here, the injury is on the inside of the thigh."

"It should be fine, it just hurts a bit from time to time." She added this because she was afraid that Rong Qingming would be worried.

The man stared at her for two seconds, then gave up and helped her stand up.

Then he stroked her cheek gently and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

His kiss fell gently on her eyes, kissing away all the remaining tears, and then he placed a light kiss on her lips.

The action was lingering and gentle.

Yu Qingyan couldn't help but get lost in his gentle actions and didn't resist at all the whole time.

"Let's go back and take a closer look later." He whispered in her ear, then picked her up again.

When he walked to Zhuying's side, he said calmly, "Ask Zhuran to come over."

"Okay." Zhuying waited until he left before taking out her cell phone and making a call.

on the way back.

Yu Qingyan stayed obediently in the man's arms, enjoying this peaceful and comfortable moment.

……

Rong Qingming carried her directly to the bed in the master bedroom on the third floor, waiting for Zhu Ran to arrive.

Zhuying and the bodyguards all returned to their positions, guarding the villa diligently.

soon.

There was a knock on the door.

I only heard Zhuying's voice outside the door, "Master, Zhuran is here."

"Come in." Rong Qingming sat beside the bed watching over Yu Qingyan, and shouted towards the door when he heard the words.

Yu Qingyan looked towards the door curiously.

A man in a white coat walked in, carrying a medicine box in his hand.

He approached slowly with a leisurely pace, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead with a three-point uninhibited and three-point wanton look, then bent down to Rong Qingming and called out, "Young Master."

"Come and let her see it." Rong Qingming made room for Zhu Ran to check.

Zhu Ran put on gloves and walked forward to observe Yu Qingyan's wound.

After looking at it for a long time, he realized that it was just a minor skin injury.

After all, he was a well-known "ghost hand" with superb medical skills. He usually played a role during interrogations, pulling people back from the brink of death and using medicine to keep half-dead people alive.

Overkill!

Despite some emotions, Zhu Ran remained calm and finished the consultation calmly and composedly.

After all, a woman who could make Rong Qingming make such a fuss must be very important to him.

So he buried his head and rummaged through the medicine box, took out a bottle of medicine and handed it to Rong Qingming.

"Master, apply this medicine twice a day, and in three to five days the marks on your body will disappear, including those ambiguous marks."

He lowered his voice so low that only the two of them could hear the last words.

There was also a hint of teasing in his eyes, and he looked at Rong Qingming meaningfully.

The latter received his signal and nodded calmly, "Okay."

After giving the instructions, Zhu Ran quickly packed up his things and left the room, giving the two of them some space to be alone.

As soon as he walked out of the room, he saw Zhuying standing upright at the door and couldn't help but make a joke, "Zhuying, no, you were called here just to be a doorman! What a waste of talent, hahaha!"

Zhu Ying looked at the man in front of her who was laughing loudly, and retorted without showing any weakness, "You are not much better, aren't you called here to see a doctor?"

As he spoke, he raised the corners of his lips and glanced at him mockingly.

Zhu Ran paused, then continued to sneer, "There are still differences between us. After all, I only come here occasionally, and you stay here all day and can't go anywhere. Aren't you worse off than me?"

"I feel relaxed now, ready to live my own carefree life! Hahaha! Just continue to be the security guard here, and I will enjoy your share as well."

Zhu Ran became more and more excited as he spoke, and in the end he was showing off without any concealment.

That look really deserves a beating.

Zhu Ying was so angry that his teeth were itching. He clenched his fists instantly and wanted to punch him in the face, but due to the situation at the moment, he had to endure it.

"If you're brave, just wait for me at night and I'll come find you!" Zhuying couldn't help but rub his hands together.

"Don't do that. I'm a doctor, not a bodyguard. I can't fight like you. Besides, everyone knows that you're the best in Kung Fu among us. Don't come looking for me!"

When Zhu Ran saw the movements of Zhu Ying's hands, he was so scared that he took two steps back. He even heard the "crackling" sound of his knuckles due to the force.

"You are such a bad mouth!" Zhuying saw his cowardly look and said with disdain in her eyes with a bit of coldness in her tone.

"I was wrong, brother!" Zhu Ran was quick to satisfy his urge to talk, but he also quickly bowed his head and apologized directly.

He has always been flexible and has good judgment.

Therefore, even if he is a humiliating person, he will live longer.

"Hmph, get out of here!" Zhuying put away his hand, glanced at him lightly, and said as if giving alms.

"Okay!" Seeing that the crisis was resolved, Zhu Ran returned to his usual nonchalant look, and replied in a low voice with a wanton smirk on his lips.

Soon, Zhu Ran's figure disappeared from Zhu Ying's sight.

It was quiet outside the door.

……

in the room.

Rong Qingming carefully lifted up Yu Qingyan's clothes and applied medicine meticulously on her wound. The seriousness in his eyes made people's hearts beat faster.

His movements were gentle and soft, making Yu Qingyan feel comfortable. She couldn't help but lean against the head of the bed, squinting her eyes and letting out a sigh of enjoyment.

When Rong Qingming heard her voice, he paused, then looked at her with deep eyes and scolded her in a low voice, "Why are you yelling!"

"Be quiet!" He gently patted the back of Yu Qingyan's uninjured hand, his voice containing a hint of warning.

"I just sighed, and you have to interfere?" Yu Qingyan was beaten for no apparent reason, and a look of grievance appeared on her face.

Hearing the voice, the man met her gaze. His eyes were dark and bottomless, but a glimmer of light flashed across them.

Yu Qingyan was startled by his eyes and silently raised her hand to cover her mouth. Then she felt that her expression was not clear enough and made a gesture to shut up.