Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

"Uncle, thank you so much for what you did just now. If it weren't for you, I would have fallen badly."

An Nansheng found that he seemed to be thanking this person all the time.

Before I knew it, I owed a lot.

Mu Fucheng turned around and looked at her with a cold face.

Maybe he was so angry that he didn't want to say anything.

An Nansheng felt guilty when he looked at her, so he said stiffly:

"Uncle, I...have to go back."

At this moment, Song Ke suddenly screamed:

"Mr. An, your arm is injured... and your back..."

Mu Fucheng's gaze fell on her arm.

When she jumped down just now, she used her right arm and shoulder to cushion the damage, and her delicate skin was scraped against the concrete floor, and the serious area was bleeding.

There was a palm-sized patch on the shoulder and a very long strip on the right arm. Both of them were bloody patches and looked very scary.

Just now, Song Ke had been standing on her left and didn't see it. When he saw it, he was so scared that his voice changed. He turned around and ran towards An Nansheng's car.

Chen Zheng called her: "There is a first aid kit in my car." Then he got into the car and searched for it.

Mu Fucheng's expression became even uglier.

In fact, An Nansheng had known that she was injured for a long time. The abrasions were burning with pain, but she didn't dare to look.

Afraid of fainting.

She smiled at Mu Fucheng:

"It's just scary to look at, but it's just a little skin breakage, it doesn't hurt."

Song Ke's voice sounded muffled:

"This kind of flesh wound hurts. You're shaking."

An Nansheng: “…”

Chen Zheng took a deep breath after seeing An Nansheng's injuries and reported to Mu Fucheng:

"Master, the young lady's injury is too serious. We only have alcohol in the car, and it's best to go to the hospital for a tetanus shot."

Mu Fucheng looked at An Nansheng:

"Are you sure you want to go back?"

An Nansheng insisted:

"Uncle, I've figured out who's behind this attack on you. I'm sure he's in there. I need to go back and check, otherwise my jump from this building would have been in vain."

Mu Fucheng saw that she had a tense face and had obviously made up her mind to go back to the hotel.

He ordered Chen Zheng: "Bandage her."

Chen Zheng couldn't bear it: "Miss, it will be very painful."

An Nansheng smiled and said, "Just neutralize the poison, go ahead."

When the alcohol sprayed on him, An Nansheng almost jumped up in pain.

She clenched her fists tightly, her face wrinkled in pain.

Just when she couldn't control herself and wanted to scream out, her waist suddenly tightened and her head was pressed into a strong embrace.

Mu Fucheng's big hands clasped her head tightly, and the sounds outside were immediately inaudible.

It was as if she was placed in a sealed space, isolated from pain and fear.

An Nansheng's heart was pounding, she knew she should push Mu Fucheng away.

But at the same time, I crave the tenderness and sense of security given by the other person.

When she was injured and someone asked her to lean on him, she couldn't help but want to lean on him.

Chen Zheng and Song Ke divided the work, one took care of the arm and the other took care of the shoulder, and they bandaged it quickly.

Chen Zhengdao said, "Miss, some of your injuries are quite severe, and I'm worried about scarring. Also, the disinfection wasn't thorough enough, and the alcohol is too irritating, so I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it. So, you'd better go to the hospital right away."

An Nansheng's face turned pale, but he still nodded:

"I understand. Once we're done here, we'll go to the hospital."

She stepped out of Mu Fucheng's arms and said with a smile:

"It doesn't hurt too much, I can still bear it."

Mu Fucheng took out his own coat and put it on her with his own hands:

"Let's go."

An Nansheng was stunned, not quite understanding what he meant.