MTL - Sir, Madam Went Back To Her Maternal Home Again-Chapter 82 If you bite your lip again, it will break

  Chapter 82 If you bite your lip again, it will break

  As soon as Wen Hua left the office, he received a message from the number that did not save the note: [I am in the tree-lined parking lot, we will go there later. 】

   said he wanted to have dinner together, but he didn't expect him to come and pick him up in person.

When she arrived at the parking lot, she saw the tall figure standing beside her car. The man was wearing a royal blue tie today. The rich color complemented his handsome and cool features. Just looking at the silhouette, he felt unfathomable and unapproachable. The indifferent demeanor gives people the illusion that he will turn his head and stare at you in the next second.

   "Where's your car?"

   "The assistant sent me over and let him go. Miss Lawwin will give me a ride."

  She didn't speak, she took out her car keys and approached.

The man, Mo Tong, looked at her. He **** the blue silk with a hair band at random, and tied it into an elegant butterfly. He was wearing a wine red silk shirt with a wide-leg skirt. He looked tall and long-legged, and his waist was extremely thin. , with cold and white facial features, with clear eyebrows and eyes when not smiling, he looks very similar to Wen Yousui.

   Skinny beauty.

  Unlocked, Xi Mo got into the passenger car.

   "When did you get your driver's license?"

  She drove steadily, "It's very early, when I was in my senior year."

  Her eyes were clear, her side face had clear lines, and her hands holding the steering wheel were white and slender. He couldn't help but look at her with ease.

  Women are also very handsome in driving.

  When he was in high school, he knew that Wen Hua was not as soft as he appeared on the surface, but relaxed, and gentleness and toughness complemented each other. He was a little more gentle before, but now he is a little colder.

   She would be a ruthless female president if she wanted to.

  She always conceals her talent, chooses the most relaxed way of life, free and easy, he has never seen her troubled by something.

  Emotional aspect too.

  His eyes darkened. Maybe she has never liked anyone since she grew up, and she may not have deep emotions. The only thing she cares about is her family.

family…

  He lightly tapped his knees with his knuckles, wondering what he was thinking.

  Walking forward for a while, Wen Hua's pupils suddenly widened—

  A piece of fire.

  The two-meter-high fire was blazing. An electric three-wheeler full of cardboard boxes caught fire. It also ignited two cars parked nearby. Several cars were on fire.

  Wen Hua, who saw a traffic accident for the first time, was a little dazed for a moment.

   In a blink of an eye, there was an old man in shabby clothes crying heartbreakingly not far away, his bewildered back was small and helpless, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

  The owners of the two cars were not there. The old man realized that he had gotten into an accident, and his desperate wailing hit his heart.

  Wen Hua pulled over and stopped the car to go down, but was stopped by the person beside him, "You want to go over?"

   "The old man cried too badly."

   "Those two cars were parked legally, and his car ignited someone else's car, so he has to take full responsibility."

  She looked sideways at him, the man's expression was flat, and his words were neither salty nor bland.

  Wen Wei pursed her lips tightly and looked away, reached out to push the car door, and was pulled shut by a big hand just as it opened a crack.

  Her face was slightly cold, "Don't worry about it..."

   "Sit." The indifferent voice dropped a sentence and got out of the car.

  Xi Mo walked quickly to the old man, pulled the old man up and walked back.

   Before he took a few steps, the car behind him exploded with a bang.

  The raging fire expanded into a mushroom, bringing powerful impact and high temperature. The person in the driver's seat turned pale when he saw this scene.

   Quickly got out of the car and ran over. Both of them had blood on their bodies, and the old man had already passed out.

  Xi Mo got up from the ground, first helped the old man to the side of the open space, and then took out his mobile phone to call 120.

   Soon the ambulance arrived and took the old man away, and they followed him to the hospital.

  Fortunately, the old man was only comatose due to excessive grief and fright. The injuries on his body were not very serious, but there were still traces of burns and debris scratches.

   At that time, he was only focused on sending the old man to the car. Xi Mo and Wen Wei drove over, so his injuries were not bandaged in time.

  When Wen Hua saw blood on his left arm and the back of his neck when he arrived at the hospital, he called the doctor anxiously.

  The doctor disinfected him with iodophor, and he endured the whole process quietly. Wen Wei frowned when he saw it. Disinfecting the wound was very painful.

  He had expected the possibility of the car exploding, so he stopped her, but she misinterpreted his meaning and lost his temper with him.

   Looking at his blood-stained shirt and somewhat gray face, he may have never been so embarrassed in his life, and she blamed herself even more.

  Xi Mo caught a glimpse of someone's tightly pinched knuckles, and felt amused, "I'm fine."

  It’s just some skin trauma, looking scary, nothing unbearable.

  Wen Hua met his eyes, "Does it hurt?"

  After asking the question, I felt that I was talking nonsense, how could it not hurt.

   "It doesn't hurt."

  She pursed her thin lips tightly. While the doctor was bandaging his arm, she took a cotton cloth to help him clean the wound on the back of his neck. When the bright red blood stained the red cotton cloth, she was breathing lightly.

  If she encountered that situation alone today, she might only think of comforting the old man, and would not immediately think of moving the old man to a safe place.

  If the old man was still standing in the original position, the injury would be more than what he is now, and there would be two people lying in the emergency room now.

   Now that I think about it, I feel scared for a while.

  The old man's family thanked them both. When he woke up, his family also came, so Xi Mo didn't plan to stay in the hospital anymore.

  Wen Hua hesitated.

   "You are injured, you should stay in the hospital for one night. In case of internal injuries or something, it is safer to have a full body examination."

   "No need to be hospitalized, it's just an ordinary skin trauma, no internal organs were injured."

   "Then you should not walk around just after you were injured. In case the wound becomes infected, you should stay..."

  Xi Mo looked at her, "There is also a doctor at home, such a minor injury does not waste social resources, so let's go."

   Persuasion does not work.

  She sighed, looking at the old man's ward, hesitant to speak.

  Xi Mo knew what she was thinking, and slowly lifted his lips, "The compensation for the two car owners has been paid, let's go."

   Pausing on the spot for a second, Wen Hua followed, "You..."

   "I just found someone to deal with it in Jinnan, don't worry."

   It turned out that he lowered his head to play with his mobile phone just now, and asked someone to appease the owner of the car.

  Getting into the car, considering his injury, she looked sideways and asked, "Do you want me to fasten your seat belt for you?"

   The man answered her with actions.

   "Not disabled."

  Because of the dim light, his stern face has deep contours, and the shape of the bridge of the nose and Adam's apple is the most eye-catching.

   Staring at him for two seconds, Wen Hua said softly, "I'm sorry."

  He tilted his head sideways.

   "I hurt you, and I lost my temper with you..."

  The chin was suddenly caught, and the pronunciation of the words on the lips was interrupted.

   She was startled, and her eyes looked into his.

  The man's dark eyes were deep, his index finger pinched her chin and gently parted it, his tone was low, "If you bite your lip again, it will break."

  When I was in the hospital, I kept biting my lower lip unconsciously, with a look of self-blame, and if I didn't remind her, the lower lip would be bitten by herself.

  Withdrawing his hand, he said slowly and calmly: "You didn't cause the accident, so what do you mean you harmed me? I'm going to pull people myself, and it's none of your business."

  (end of this chapter)