Don't mess with her! This powerful young lady is loved by the bigwigs of Beijing's elite c

The sense of security I felt at that moment came from Duan Yao.

If he hadn't secretly instructed Yan Dong to follow him, Song Beiyou felt that his injuries would have been far more severe than what he was seeing now.

The car sped forward.

After arriving at Jinxiu Villa, instead of going back to the building where Song Beiyou lived, they drove to the building where Duan Yao lived, as strictly instructed by him.

It was said to be just in case.

Song Beiyou did not refute Duan Yao's approach; she did indeed need to conceal her situation at the moment.

Duan Yao had already arrived in the Netherlands, but the moment he landed, he said he felt uneasy, for some reason.

He canceled the meeting and returned to China once again.

The moment I arrived at the private helipad at the Capital Airport, bad news indeed arrived.

While feeling sorry for Song Beiyou, I was also glad that I had canceled the meeting in time.

At this moment, they arrived at the foot of Jinxiu Villa at almost the same time as Yan Ge and Yan Dong.

She got out of the car a step faster than the two siblings, Yan Yan and Yan Dong, and ran to their car in a few seconds. The moment the car door opened, she checked on Song Beiyou's condition.

The journey was bumpy and tiring, and although it wasn't far, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

So much so that her vigilance suddenly arose the moment Duan Yao picked her up, and she glared at him.

Duan Yao was very careful, carrying her in a princess carry as well.

Knowing that this was a conditioned reflex she had developed over the years when danger was near, she whispered to comfort her, "It's me, it's okay."

"If you're tired, take a nap."

Song Beiyou's vigilance relaxed, and his raised eyes closed again at that moment.

Perhaps she was too tired and lacked strength, so she casually rested her head on his chest.

Duan Yao's lips curled into a smile as if by reflex.

However, it didn't last long. Seeing that Song Beiyou wasn't feeling well, they quickened their pace and carried her upstairs.

As they walked, Yan Li asked, "Where's Xie Jingbai? Has he arrived?"

Yan Li: "Dr. Xie called to tell me that he has arrived and is waiting upstairs."

......

moment.

Duan Yao carried Song Beiyou back to his home and into his bedroom.

Xie Jingbai was somewhat taken aback by Duan Yao's actions, having never seen him hug any girl before.

I felt it was necessary to record this historic moment with my phone.

Unfortunately, the situation was not right, and we had to check on the wound quickly.

Song Beiyou woke up as soon as she entered Duan Yao's room. She was lying on the bed, obediently showing Xie Jingbai the wound on her back.

"How is it?" Duan Yao asked Xie Jingbai anxiously.

Xie Jingbai stammered, "Well, you can tell the impact of the explosion was quite strong."

I believe Ms. Song herself can feel this, after all, she is also a doctor with excellent medical skills.

However, on my end, there might be a slight, um..."

Duan Yao couldn't stand Xie Jingbai's sudden awkwardness anymore, "Get to the point!"

Xie Jingbai was frightened by Duan Yao, but he still stammered.

The next second, Song Beiyou moved on his own, "You need me to take off my clothes to treat the wound on my back, right?"

Come on, it's okay.

I'll lie down and let Third Master Duan go out."

Xie Jingbai: "Yes, yes, apply some medicine. Miss Song is right, otherwise it will leave a scar later."

"Come, Third Master Duan, please excuse us for a moment."

After saying this, Xie Jingbai felt as if he were in a space where he had never felt suffocated before.

I looked up, wanting to see what was going on.

He noticed that Duan Yao was staring at him with a murderous look.

Xie Jingbai shuddered suddenly, understanding instantly.

He addressed Song Beiyou on the bed, "Miss Song, I forgot that I seem to have an urgent surgery to perform."

How about this? It's just applying medicine anyway, why don't you ask Third Master to help you?

Don't worry, I'm known for being tight-lipped. Knowing your situation, I absolutely won't reveal anything about what's happening here.

After speaking, without waiting for Song Beiyou's reply, he left a bottle of medicine and disappeared with a "whoosh".

Song Beiyou, “…”

Isn't this surgery a bit too sudden?

Was it done on purpose?

Duan Yao's murderous gaze vanished the moment Xie Jingbai left.

He took off his suit jacket as he prepared to treat Song Beiyou's wounds.

At this moment, Yan Dong brought in a glass of hot milk for Song Beiyou. "Miss Song, please have a glass of hot milk after your wound is treated."

Song Beiyou said gratefully, "Thank you."

After thinking for a moment, she said, "Since you're here, you can help me treat my wound."

Song Beiyou didn't see that Duan Yao was already prepared.

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head.

Fortunately, Yan Dong was a clever little devil. "Oh, that..."

No, I'm busy, Ms. Song.

"I'm still simmering the soup; I need to check on the heat."

After saying that, he disappeared without a trace.

Before leaving, they even kindly closed the door behind them.

Song Beiyou again, "..."

This soup is fucking amazing!

Duan Yao rushed forward as if racing against time, picked up the medicine, and asked, "How should we treat this?"

The deep, magnetic voice coming from behind made Song Beiyou pause for a moment.

Seeing this, Duan Yao said, "Time waits for no one. It won't look good if we end up with scars."

Song Beiyou himself is a doctor, so he didn't hesitate or act coy.

As she got up from her prone position, she said, "I won't let myself get scarred."

As she said this, she noticed Duan Yao staring at her. "Turn around, I'll call you when it's done."

Duan Yao paused for a second, then turned around and looked forward with a firm gaze. "Okay."

Without hesitation, Song Beiyou immediately began to unbutton his shirt, piece by piece, as soon as Duan Yao turned around.

When she took off the last piece of clothing, perhaps because her back was burned by the powerful blast of air, she hissed and gasped.

This made Duan Yao think something was wrong, so he immediately turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Beiyou reacted quickly, grabbing the blanket and covering herself with it. "What are you doing?"

Duan Yao immediately turned his head back and explained, "Don't worry, I didn't see it. I just thought something was wrong with you."

Song Beiyou didn't say anything. She pulled back the blanket and lay down on the bed. When she felt everything was in place, she said, "Okay, you can come now."

Duan Yao moved swiftly and turned around.

What catches the eye at this moment is Song Beiyou's slender waist, which can be encircled by one hand, and her back, which should have been fair and smooth but is now flushed red.

He stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed. At this moment, he had no other desires than to take it seriously.

Rough fingers deftly picked up tweezers, dipped a cotton ball in medicine, and gently placed it on Song Beiyou's back. "Does it hurt?"

Song Beiyou: "It doesn't hurt."

The medicine Xie Jingbai gave me was a type of burn ointment; it felt very cool when applied.

It stung slightly, but it was within Song Beiyou's tolerance.

Duan Yao was still worried, so he softened his movements and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "Tell me if it hurts, and I'll be gentler."