Chapter 1477
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She could only be embarrassed. Reality would teach a violent man a lesson!
The next day, after breakfast, there was still no movement. She glanced at Ji Zuo a few times.
Ji Zuo's gaze landed on Murong Qianqian. "My arm seems to be fine now."
Murong Qianqian didn't believe him. "Second Young Master Ji, don't be so stubborn."
Ji Zuo asked in a low voice, "Do you want Doctor Qianqian to examine it personally?"
Murong Qianqian said, "Sure."
Ji Zuo sat down.
Murong Qianqian went over and helped him remove the gauze. She wrapped it around and around, but there was no blood!
How was that possible!
When the gauze was completely removed, she took a look at the wound. Indeed, there was no bleeding at all. It was well taken care of, and it was obvious that the medicine wasn't just applied in the morning.
She stared at him with her mouth agape. "You … you took care of it yourself?"
Ji Zuo said, "Can't I?"
Murong Qianqian was speechless.
He had actually taken care of it well, and it wasn't any worse than what she had done.
But that didn't mean that she wasn't good at her job, right?
But he bled twice when she took care of it yesterday?!
Murong Qianqian stared at Ji Zuo, puzzled. She couldn't figure out what was going on.
Ji Zuo glanced at her.
He probably wouldn't be able to figure it out in such a short time!
Because he was the one who bled.
It seemed like there wasn't a need to. Acting pitiful was useless in front of Third Miss Murong!
But it was too late for that night's incident.
He glanced at Murong Qianqian. "You're not going to care about it after you've removed it?"
Murong Qianqian snapped out of her daze and wrapped the gauze back around him.
Ji Zuo looked at her. "Do you admit it?"
Murong Qianqian looked at him. "If you admit that you're weak and have weak kidneys, I'll admit it too. It's nothing."
Ji Zuo narrowed his eyes at Murong Qianqian. She knew how to play Tai Chi.
Murong Qianqian said, "I'll go and see Little Cherry. Young Master Ji, let's talk about baby care."
Ji You glanced at Ji Zuo, who was courting death. "Thanks."
Murong Qianqian said, "You're welcome. Little Cherry is so cute."
Ji You glanced at Ji Zuo and leaned close to his ear, whispering, "Do you understand?"
Ji Zuo, "…"
He looked up at Ji You.
Ji You turned and walked out of the restaurant.
Murong Qianqian caught up with them. When she passed by Ji Zuo, she reminded him again, "Remember to go to the hospital."
Ji Zuo looked at Murong Qianqian.
Murong Qianqian walked out of the kitchen without looking back.
Ji Zuo, "…"
So arrogant?
He looked at Qianqian curiously, leaned back on the dining chair and lit a cigarette.
This cigarette suddenly had a lingering smell. It smelled better than usual.
After a long time, he threw away the cigarette butt and went to the living room. Murong Qianqian was telling Ji You about baby care, early education and training at different months.
Ji You was listening very intently.
Ji Zuo sat in the corner of the sofa and glanced at Murong Qianqian.
It was good to find this girl. She wouldn't have to worry about taking care of the baby in the future. The baby wouldn't even need to go to the hospital if they had a headache or fever.
All he had to do was call his wife.
Just thinking about it made her feel good.
Murong Qianqian suddenly looked up. Her gaze met Ji Zuo's and she froze.
Why wasn't he going to the hospital? Why was he staring at her?
Could it be that she had accidentally dirtied her face when she was eating breakfast?
She secretly picked up her phone, switched on the camera and switched to the selfie mode. She looked carefully again and again. There was nothing on her face!
She quietly put down her phone and looked at Ji You. "Where were we?"
Ji You said, "Practicing raising your head."
"Oh," Murong Qianqian replied and glared at Ji Zuo. "Let's continue!"
Come back tomorrow at noon. Update at least 3,000 words. Mwah!
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