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Chapter 26: Qiye, can I sleep in your room?

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    Zong Zhengyu had just finished treating Mu An'an's knee, so he wasn't surprised by the child's behavior.

    "Do you know you're wrong?"

    "Hmm." Mu An replied in a muffled voice.

    Zong Zhengyu pulled the man out, pinched Mu Anan's jaw and looked at him, "There will be no next time."

    Mu An'an stared at him blankly, but did not respond.

    "Did you hear me?"

    "heard it."

    There was silence for a while.

    Mu Anan shouted again, "Master Qi."

    "Um?"

    "I will be strong!"

    I won't be impulsive anymore, and I won't cry or complain weakly.

    Will be very strong, take your time.

    Slowly settle accounts with the Jiang family!

    Zong Zhengyu looked up at the firmness in Mu An'an's eyes, reached out and rubbed Mu An'an, "Everything is over, you know?"

    "Know."

    "good."

    She wants to live a good life and stay with Zong Zhengyu in the future.

    Zong Zhengyu stood up suddenly.

    With a height of 1.89 meters, Mu An'an was enveloped in an instant.

    Mu An'an was inexplicable, and when he was about to ask, Zong Zhengyu had already turned and walked to the other side.

    Such behavior made Mu An'an very puzzled.

    Looking down, the medicine has been applied to the knee, but the injury on the right hand has not been treated yet.

    She is less able to feel pain.

    ? Since learning boxing, Mu Anan has been particularly strong and able to endure pain.

    Now this little injury is nothing to her.

    It's just that now, Zongzheng Yushangyao left suddenly, leaving Mu An'an inexplicable.

    After carefully recalling the conversation just now, I didn't say anything frustrating to make people angry.

    And when Mu An'an was confused, he felt a weight in his head, and then his eyes were attracted by a game interface.

    "Qi Ye, what is this?"

    "vr."

    Mu An'an knew that this was a vr game, but she just didn't know, why did Zong Zhengyu bring this to her?

    Puzzled in my heart, when Mu Anan was about to ask, Zongzheng Yu's voice reminded me again, "After finishing this game, your wound will be treated."

    Hearing this sentence, Mu Anan instantly understood.

    It turned out that Qi Ye was worried about dealing with the wound on his hand, afraid that she would hurt.

    Mu Anan threw that punch in extreme anger just now, and there were sawdust on it, and Mu Anan never dealt with it.

    In fact, she really wanted to tell Zong Zhengyu that she could bear pain very much.

    It doesn't hurt at all.

    The moment Zong Zhengyu appeared on the big led screen and called her home, everything stopped hurting.

    Any wound can be healed.

    Mu An'an's eyes were a little wet, and it was very uncomfortable to look at the game interface like this.

    Mu Anan didn't care about the discomfort caused by tears.

    Just staring at the game interface, playing absent-mindedly.

    Zong Zhengyu took Mu An'an's hand and checked the injury on it, frowning constantly.

    In his mind, Zongzheng Yu's face became even more black when he saw Mu Anan turning around and smashing the circle just now.

    This kid.

    Never know how to cherish the direct.

    Zong Zhengyu raised his eyes and looked at Mu An'an holding his head up, with a slight smile on his lips. He was still full of anger, but it calmed down a lot in an instant.

    No matter.

    This kid has always been like this.

    I have been used to it for so many years, and it is useless to clean her up now.

    Also reluctant.

    Zong Zhengyu lowered his eyes and began to treat the wound on Mu An'an's hand.

    The wound on the back of the hand is not too serious, but there are a lot of sawdust stuck in the flesh, and the wound has solidified, so it is very troublesome.

    When pulling out the sawdust with tweezers, Mu Anan trembled almost instinctively.

    Zong Zhengyu frowned and blew her away.

    "Qiye, I'm not afraid of pain." It was rare for Mu Anan to be strong in front of Zong Zhengyu.

    In the past, it was a little wound, which obviously didn't hurt, but it was going to be earth-shattering, making Zong Zhengyu coax and feel distressed.

    But now, he pretended that nothing happened.

    Zong Zhengyu glanced at her, didn't say much, and treated the wound more carefully.

    Twenty minutes later.

    Mu An'an's game is over, but Zongzheng Yu's wound has not yetFinished.

    Mu Anan simply took off the vr, just opened his almond eyes, looked at Zong Zhengyu, and picked out the sawdust from the meat bit by bit.

    She tilted her head, just watching quietly, Zong Zhengyu focused on herself.

    Where can I feel any pain?

    "Master Qi." Mu Anan called softly.

    "Um?"

    Mu Anan fell silent.

    After a while, Mu Anan called out again, "Master Qi."

    "Um?"

    Mu An'an fell silent again.

    Just propping his head with one hand, he watched Zong Zhengyu take care of him.

    After a while, he called out again, "Qiye."

    This time, Zong Zhengyu didn't make a sound, but raised his head directly and gave Mu An'an a look.

    Facing Qi Ye's ferocious gaze, Mu Anan immediately froze and sat upright.

    Zong Zhengyu saw that she was starting to settle down, so he lowered his head and picked out the last bit of sawdust.

    Who ever thought.

    In less than a few seconds, Mu Anan started to lose his way again, and shouted in a tired voice, "Uncle Qi."

    Zong Zhengyu simply ignored Mu Anan this time.

    Mu An'an was confident, "Seventh Lord, Seventh Lord."

    ""

    "Uncle Seven."

    ""

    "Uncle Yu."

    ""

    Under the supervision of Mu An'an Cheng Huahua called Zongzhengyu, Zongzhengyu finally picked out the sawdust from her wound.

    Afterwards, disinfect, apply medicine, and wrap gauze.

    Just wrapped it up once, but Zong Zhengyu was worried that when Mu An'an was not at peace, he would easily touch the wound, so he wrapped it up again.

    After finishing the second lap, I felt that it was not enough, so I made another lap.

    Just like that, Mu An'an watched helplessly as Zong Zhengyu wrapped the whole bundle of gauze around and around.

    Mu An'an wanted to speak several times, but when he saw Zongzheng Yu's frowning expression, he immediately faltered.

    She is afraid.

    I'm afraid that Qiye will become irritable once he speaks.

    Therefore, when the dressing of the wound was finally finished, Mu Anan felt his right hand wrapped in a steamed bun, and couldn't laugh or cry.

    "Master Qi." Mu Anan looked up at Zong Zhengyu silently.

    Originally, I wanted to express that if her wound was bandaged like this, the wound would rot.

    But when he saw Zongzheng Yu's cold face, he stopped talking and smiled mischievously, "Master Qi, can I sleep in your room tonight?"

    ? When Mu An'an asked this question with full expectation, Zong Zhengyu picked up Mu An'an and walked out with a blank expression, and threw Mu An'an out the door.

    Finally, he closed the door ruthlessly.

    Mu An'an:

    Qiye, can we be gentler and not so rough.

    "Qiye, I'm afraid alone."

    "Qiye, I can't sleep at night."

    "Qiye, I'm lonely, I can't tell."

    Mu An'an looked at the door, and started to sell miserably.

    The tone of speech is worse than one sentence.

    However, Qi Ye obviously knew that Mu An'an was selling miserably, so no matter how miserable Mu An'an was, he didn't take it seriously.

    Mu Anan was tired after shouting twice.

    ?I worked all day today, plus I had a big emotional breakdown just now, and now I'm having a fight with Zongzheng Yu, and my fatigue is slowly creeping up.

    "Qiye, then I'll go back to my room and sleep."

    Mu Anan finished speaking softly, and then went back to her room.

    After returning to the room, Mu Anan avoided the wound, washed up briefly, went to bed, and soon fell asleep.

    Outside, the full moon hangs high, and the night is quiet.

    Mu An'an was fast asleep, but another scene was unfolding on the other side

    Jiang's house, Jiangqin's room.

    Jiang Qin was sitting on the sofa wearing a very sexy suspender dress, holding a mobile phone in one hand and a burning cigarette in the other.

    Such a bold and charming image is completely different from the dignified and proud goddess in the school.

    And Jiang Qin had an ugly expression at this time.

    She is watching a piece of news (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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