Chapter 1325 The Cell Phone Was Stepped on and Broken
Yao Rong sat on the sofa and looked up at Zhuo Qi.
The man bent down and rubbed the wound on her arm. His face was extremely serious. Every movement was calm but careful, as if he was afraid of hurting her.
"Zhuo Qi..." Yao Rong moved her lips and called his name affectionately.
"Shh, don't move! It's fine." Zhuo Qi's voice was hoarse, mixed with some kind of tenderness. His movements were also gentle. He was afraid that she would feel pain, so he rubbed her fingertips gently a few times.
"Knock knock." There was a knock on the door outside. Wen Shui pushed the door and stood outside.
"I'll wait for you outside." Wen Shui said, looking at them indifferently, with a lot of dissatisfaction in his tone, obviously in a bad mood.
Zhuo Qi stood up and said to her, "Lie down for a while."
"Okay." Yao Rong nodded, leaned on the sofa, looked at Zhuo Qi's tall figure, and looked down at his mobile phone, as if it weighed a thousand pounds.
She held his mobile phone tightly, leaned there with wide eyes, and looked at the ceiling.
"Zhuo Qi, what happened to you?" Yao Rong stretched out her hand, rubbed her temple, and remained silent for a long time.
She held her mobile phone, but never sent a message to Gu Chuyan. Instead, she stood up and walked to the French window, leaning her hand on it, looking down at the flowers and plants outside the window sill, thinking about something.
Inside the house, Wen Shui checked Yao Shengba and stood up to walk out.
"It's okay, it's the effect of the medicine." Wen Shui shook his head, stretched out his hand to pull the collar, walked out two steps, paused, and turned to look at Zhuo Qi.
"Is your business going well?"
Zhuo Qi listened, lit a cigarette, and took a puff.
"It's going well for the time being, you don't have to worry about Han." Zhuo Qi said, he leaned there, looking at Wen Shui's evil face, full of dissatisfaction.
Zhuo Qi smiled lightly, leaned forward, put his hand on Wen Shui's shoulder, and asked in a deep voice: "Talk about women?"
"Go, do I need it?" Wen Shui listened, pushed Zhuo Qi away and walked out.
After thinking for a while, he threw the bottle of medicine back, and Zhuo Qi reached out to catch it.
"The weapon wound on your leg is infected with poison. Apply it if you are fine. Don't ruin yourself." Wen Shui said coldly, and walked out anxiously.
Unfortunately, when he walked to the front yard.
A figure rushed over, grabbed his collar with his hand, covered his mouth with his big hand, and dragged him to the corner.
The corner was dark, and Wen Shui was pressed against the wall by the man, his hands were clasped and raised, and his chin was pinched.
"….." Zhuo Qi heard the noise and walked out to watch the scene.
He lowered his head silently, his mouth twitched, and saw Yao Rong coming out, stretched out his hand to hug her, pushed her into the house, and stretched out his hand to close the door.
"Are they really okay?" Yao Rong kept adding pictures in his mind.
Zhuo Qi helped her back to bed, poured her a glass of water, and sat beside the bed, saying to her: "They are used to fighting, don't underestimate Wen Shui, at the critical moment, he is more powerful than anyone else."
"Pfft, yeah." Yao Rong listened, and the corners of her mouth twitched with laughter.
"Just now I wanted Wen Shui to help you, but who knew that these three guys forgot about it when they were fighting." Zhuo Qi said distressedly, worried that something was wrong with her body.
"I'm fine, no need to see."
Seeing her smile, Zhuo Qi couldn't help shaking his head, touching her face and said: "I'm going to take a shower, I'll tell you something later."
"Yeah." Yao Rong nodded, watching him get up and leave.
She climbed up and put the glass on the table.
"Ugh." Yao Rong felt uncomfortable in her stomach, her hands trembled, and the glass fell to the ground and shattered all over the floor.
She almost fell off the bed, vomiting continuously, lying on the bed, and fell weakly on the bed, whispering: "What's wrong with me?"