The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Rong Luyuan took the elevator for the president, so this way did not attract the attention of everyone in the company.

Arriving at the Rong Mansion, Mu Changying ran to get the medicine box and went downstairs.

She bulged her cheeks and stared at the man on the sofa seriously, "A Yuan, let me see your wound."

The man who was looking at the document paused for a few seconds before regaining his composure.

He pursed his lips tightly, "I'm fine."

The wound on his body is so ugly, Yingbao will be horrified when he sees it.

Seeing his indifferent look, Mu Changying became angry, her smooth and tender face was puffed with powder, delicate and charming.

"Hmph, I don't believe I can't take care of you."

She stepped forward with a pair of slippers, and with a small hand, she pulled the document into her hand.

First, he weighed the weight of the document, then opened it, scanned the page ten lines at a time, and threw it heavily on the coffee table.

"Snapped--"

Mu Changying's charming eyes were full of anger, and without thinking, she began to speak at random.

"Isn't it just to deal with the wound, you have already slept, why are you shy?"

Her expression was as flat as water, as if she didn't know how powerful and deterrent these words were.

"Puha..."

Butler Sun lowered his head, his shoulders trembled violently, and he desperately held back his laughter.

Madam's courage is really too big, she dares to pluck the hair on the second master's head.

Rong Luyuan raised his head, his dark and indifferent eyes swept away, and a cool and shady aura rolled over.

His fingers were slightly bent, and his face was gloomy, "Get off."

When the big guys heard this, they immediately smeared oil on the soles of their feet and left the hall in an orderly manner.

It's cool to watch a play, but life is more important.

In just an instant, there were only two people left in the huge living room.

Rong Luyuan stared at her with burning eyes, a dangerous dark light surging in his eyes.

"Yingbao, take it off."

"A Yuan, what are you talking about?"

Unhealthy contents flashed through Mu Changying's mind, and her little face was bright red, like a well-cooked duck.

Mom, it's a bit too big to be a hooligan in the living room in broad daylight. It's too shameful.

"Come here and undress me, didn't you say you want to check the wound?"

Seeing that she had misunderstood, Rong Luyuan couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart, and a faint warmth flashed in those dark eyes.

Oh, this little cute thing, it's really interesting to tease.

"Oh oh... ok... ok."

"Cough, cough... I'll be right over here..."

Mu Changying lowered her head, moving like a snail, walking towards him slowly.

Rong Luyuan didn't say anything to urge him, he just sat on the sofa casually, wearing home clothes, he lost a bit of his vigor.

This short few steps were taken by the little girl for a long time, as if a century had passed.

When Mu Changying came to the man, she didn't even dare to lift her head up, she kept staring at her feet, as if there was gold on the ground.

Rong Luyuan pointed to the clothes on his body, cherishing the words like gold, "Take it off for me."

Mu Changying took a deep breath and took out the professional ethics of a doctor. Isn't it just undressing, calm and calm, it's just a small scene.

She bent down and touched the buttons of his clothes, her fingers trembling slightly.

After a few seconds, his heart sank, and in two or three strokes, his upper body was completely stripped.

The bandages wrapped around Rong Luyuan's shoulders had been soaked in blood and were dazzling red.

"A Yuan, I will deal with it soon."

Mu Changying's heart was sour, she put on gloves and began to treat his wounds.

As the person in power of the Rong family, it is common for him to be assassinated, so he has many scars on his back, which is not good-looking.

Although the old wounds had scabbed over, leaving only light pink and flesh-colored traces, she still had colic heartache.