The two directors who always fight each other are married

"Shi'an, are you okay?"

Before Jian Shi'an, whose nose was sore from the bump, raised his head from Meng Cheng's arms, an anxious and worried question came from above his head.

Meng Cheng now holds Jian Shi'an's arm with one hand and protects his back with the other, holding him in his arms.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

From Meng Cheng's heartbeat, Jian Shi'an could feel his nervousness at the moment.

Listening to the abnormal heartbeat in his ear, Jian Shi'an was stunned for a moment.

Raising his head from Meng Cheng's arms to distance them, Jian Shi'an raised his eyes and gave him a reassuring look, then shook his head at him:

"fine."

After finishing speaking, Jian Shi'an turned around, wanting to see what's going on now.

Meng Cheng heaved a sigh of relief, then turned his head and looked to the right with sharp eyes.

Then Jian Shi'an and Meng Cheng saw a motorcycle lying beside them less than ten meters away, and a man wearing a safety helmet was lying on his side not far from the motorcycle. At this time, the man was trying to stand up from the ground. stand up.

When Jian Shi'an turned his gaze, he saw that the suitcase that was originally beside him was lying in front of the motorcycle.

Jian Shi'an also understood what happened, he frowned and walked forward, and was grabbed by the people around him within two steps.

He paused, and at the same time, Meng Cheng's suddenly raised voice sounded in his ear:

"You are hurt!"

Pausing in his tracks, Jian Shi'an turned his head to look at Meng Cheng, then followed Meng Cheng's gaze and looked down at his back, and asked:

"Is it broken?"

No wonder he felt a stabbing pain in his back, but it wasn't serious, so he didn't care about it afterwards.

Meng Cheng approached without saying a word with a sullen face, and lowered his head to look carefully at Jian Shi'an's back.

Standing up straight, Meng Cheng replied with an ugly face, "It's broken, didn't you feel it?"

"It doesn't hurt very much." After hearing this, Jian Shi'an subconsciously wanted to touch his back with his backhand, but was stopped by Meng Cheng.

Meng Cheng was about to laugh angrily at Jian Shi'an's expression that nothing happened - it didn't hurt too much?

If Meng Cheng hadn't pulled Jian Shi'an back a step just now, Jian Shi'an would be lying in front of the motorcycle instead of the suitcase.

Thinking of the way the motorcycle rushed over just now, Meng Cheng felt that his heart was about to stop beating.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if he didn't see that crazy dog-like motorcycle.

Even so, the man was still injured.

Taking a deep breath secretly to suppress the anger and fear in his heart, Meng Cheng looked at Jian Shi'an and said:

"It's bleeding, but it's not serious. There are bacteria on your hands, so don't touch them."

There was a long cut on the back of Jian Shi'an's shirt, and there was a wound about ten centimeters on the skin, and there were a few shallow scratches around the wound.

By this time, blood had begun to drip from the wound.

Seeing the worry on Meng Cheng's face, Jian Shi'an Yiyan put down his hand and didn't touch it.

After a pause at the end, Jian Shi'an raised his hand like a ghost and patted Meng Cheng, whose face was still pale, and said softly:

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Although he didn't see the wound, Jian Shi'an could feel that his injury must not be serious, after all, he didn't feel much pain.

It should be that the motorcycle rubbed his back when it passed by him just now.

The comforted person just glanced at Jian Shi'an, and his cold face softened a little.

At this moment, there was a mild wail from the front, and Meng Cheng's expression turned cold again.

Glancing at the man who stood up from the ground and was struggling to support the motorcycle, Meng Cheng pulled Jian Shi'an towards him with a grim expression.

It was impossible for the financial manager not to notice the screeching sound of brakes and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground just now, so they hurried towards Meng Cheng and Jian Shi'an when they saw this situation.

When Meng Cheng and Jian Shian approached, the man just happened to straighten the motorcycle. When he saw the two of them, the man hurriedly took off the safety helmet on his head, and then apologized repeatedly:

"I'm sorry to scare you. I was in a hurry and didn't pay attention. I'm sorry."

The man bowed and apologized again, with a very good attitude, which made Jian Shi'an suddenly at a loss for what to say, at this moment the man ran to the front to bring his suitcase.

The quality of Jian Shian's suitcase is quite good. It has not been deformed or damaged after being hit so far, but there are obvious scratches on the side touching the ground, and there are no problems with the few wheels.

The man pushed the suitcase in front of the two with a worried expression:

"I'm really sorry, I'm sorry, the box is a little scratched, but I can compensate you according to the price, and you can make a price."

Jian Shi'an took her own box, and saw that the man also had a frightened expression, obviously it was not intentional, and he also had scratches on his elbows, which seemed to be more serious than himself.

After hearing the man's words, Jian Shi'an shook his head and was about to speak, but Meng Cheng beside him pressed his shoulder, so he held back the words that he was fine.

Meng Cheng stared at the panic-stricken man, and asked calmly:

"Why didn't you slow down just now?"

Meng Cheng could see clearly just now that the man slowed down after passing by Jian Shi'an and bumping into the suitcase beside him.

Under normal circumstances, when you see that you are about to hit someone, you will subconsciously step on the brakes.

The owner quickly apologized: "Sorry, I was too tired and didn't pay attention."

Meng Cheng really laughed angrily this time, looking at him: "Too tired to pay attention?"

Meng Cheng's tone was very bad, seeing his reaction, Jian Shi'an suspected that he was going to fight with the owner of the car, so he quickly reached out and gave him a hand.

Jian Shi'an said to Meng Cheng, "He didn't do it on purpose either."

And other people are fine, and the suitcase is fine.

After hearing Jian Shi'an's words, Meng Cheng not only did not calm down, but turned his head to stare at Jian Shi'an:

"Didn't it be intentional? Do you know that if I didn't react just now, the car would hit you? You might be in the ambulance now?"

After finishing speaking, Meng Cheng glanced at the suitcase at Jian Shian's feet again, and said:

"The quality of the suitcase is good, and it's okay to hit it, but have you thought about the consequences of being hit like this?"

The more he talked about Meng Cheng, the more afraid he became, and he became angrier when he saw Jian Shi'an's expression of indifference.

This guy really doesn't take himself seriously at all!

At this time, the financial manager and the others also arrived one after another. Looking at the situation at the scene, they looked at Jian Shi'an and Meng Cheng nervously, and were relieved when they saw that there was nothing serious about them.

Lu Shengming's sharp eyes saw the injury on Jian Shi'an's back, he frowned and asked in a low voice:

"Director, you are injured, do you want to deal with it first?"

After being reminded by Lu Shengming, the financial manager and the owner of the car only noticed the minor scratch on Jian Shian's back.

Seeing so many people suddenly crowding up, the owner of the car turned pale and even apologized:

"I'm really sorry, if you go to the hospital, I will pay for the medical expenses."

Jian Shi'an shook his head slightly to the worried people, saying that he was fine, and then said to the frightened car owner:

"You don't need to go to the hospital for minor injuries, don't worry."

Car owner: "Is it really not necessary? I happen to be going to the hospital too."

Jian Shi'an glanced at his hand: "You should go to the hospital to bandage it."

The car owner shook his head: "No, I'm going to the hospital to see my wife."

Seeing everyone's puzzled eyes, the car owner's face was full of sorrow, and he explained to everyone that his wife was seriously ill and was lying in the hospital, while he had just left the night shift and was rushing to the hospital to take care of his wife.

It was also because I was tired after working all night that I didn't notice that I bumped into Jian Shi'an and the others.

Hearing the reason from the owner of the car, Meng Cheng, who had always looked sour, looked much better.

My wife was sick and anxious, and she worked the night shift for another night. It is normal for her to be in a trance.

It is not advisable to ride a bicycle if you are mentally ill, but it is excusable after all.

With so many of them standing here, they have already attracted the attention of many passers-by. Those who didn't know thought they were bullying others.

Jian Shi'an didn't want to attract onlookers, so he didn't ask for the compensation proposed by the car owner, and hurriedly dragged Meng Cheng away while he was thanking him.

This time it was a near miss.

"and many more."

When Jian Shi'an took the room card and was about to enter the elevator, he suddenly heard a somewhat familiar voice. He stopped and turned around, and saw Lu Chengming running towards him with a small bag.

Lu Shengming stood still in front of Jian Shi'an, handed the bag to Jian Shi'an, and frowned:

"Senior, it's better to deal with the wound on your back."

Jian Shi'an stared at Lu Chengming in a daze, then a hand reached out from beside him to take the bag from Lu Chengming's hand.

Meng Cheng lowered his head and glanced at the bag, and saw that it was filled with disinfectant, cotton swabs, Band-Aids and the like.

Jian Shi'an also saw it, and looked at Lu Shengming in surprise.

Meeting his gaze, Lu Chengming touched his nose a little embarrassedly:

"I just saw a pharmacy next to it, so I went to buy it. I don't know if you need it or not."

After hearing this, Jian Shi'an thanked him earnestly: "It's useful, thank you."

Jian Shi'an didn't expect that Lu Shengming would go out and buy these things for him.

Meng Cheng also nodded: "Just now the hotel staff said that there are no new cotton swabs."

Lu Chengming laughed after hearing this, and looked relieved: "That's good."

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After swiping the room card and entering the door, Jian Shi'an turned around only to find that Meng Cheng also came in behind him.

Jian Shi'an looked at him: "Why don't you go to your room and come to my place?"

Meng Cheng closed the door behind his back, raised the bag in his hand, and asked without answering, "What do you think?"

Jian Shi'an reacted: "Do you want to clean my wound and apply medicine?"

Meng Cheng put his suitcase in the corner, and said casually: "If you don't take the medicine, why don't you?"

After hearing Meng Cheng's words, Jian Shi'an suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, and was stunned for a moment.

On, on what?

Seeing that he was standing by the door without moving, Meng Cheng said again: "Why are you still standing there? Come here."

Jian Shi'an: "..."

Jian Shi'an could feel that Meng Cheng had been in a bad mood from just now, so he just thought that the sentence "If you don't take the medicine, will you" was just talking nonsense when he was in a bad mood.

After a pause for a few seconds, Jian Shi'an still walked towards Meng Cheng honestly.

After all, the wound was in the back, and he couldn't clean the wound by himself.

Having said that, he doesn't know what the injury on his back is like now, and now he can only feel a slight sting.

Meng Cheng took out the cotton swabs and alcohol and put them aside, then pointed to the bed at Jian Shi'an, and said:

"Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed|on the bed."

Jian Shi'an: "..."

Jian Shi'an raised his hand to unbutton it, looked at Meng Cheng at the same time, and seriously suggested:

"Can you talk nicely?"

Don't say such intriguing things!

Holding the alcohol in one hand and the cotton swab in the other, Meng Cheng was puzzled after hearing his words: "Huh?"

When did he stop talking properly?

Jian Shi'an took off his torn shirt and put it on the bed, and joked with him:

"We're in a hotel now. You're taking off your clothes and making a bed. It's easy to be misunderstood."

Thinking of the sentence Meng Cheng casually said about you just now, Jian Shi'an felt that he was going to think wildly.

Jian Shi'an took off his shirt and lay down on the bed. After waiting for a while, he didn't hear Meng Cheng's movement, so he turned to look at him, and saw him standing where he was thinking.

Jian Shi'an: "Aren't you going to help me clean the wound?"

Meng Cheng suddenly came back to his senses, coughed a few times and said, "Later, I'll make preparations first."

Jian Shi'an laughed at him after hearing this: "Isn't it just twisting an alcohol bottle and tearing off the packaging of a cotton swab? What else do you need to prepare?"

Meng Cheng looked away from Jian Shi'an's waist and looked at him: "You don't understand."

Just now he took off his shirt and only put on his trousers and flung himself on the snow-white and soft bed. Although it was very inappropriate, Meng Cheng was still so dazzled by the beauty in front of him that he almost reacted.

All he can see now is Jian Shi'an's naked waist...

The thin waist was strangled by the belt...

The author has something to say: Meng Cheng: The expression gradually changes.jpg

Jian Shi'an: Can you hurry up?

Jian Shi'an: Oh, I mean taking medicine, don't think too much about it.

I'm late again! ! ! !I hate! !