Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

Lin Mo'an wasn't sleeping deeply, and felt his shoulders sink. He woke up and woke up. He saw Shen Youran's beautiful appearance, and his voice contained a hoarse husky: "So early?"

Shen Youran looked at his tired face: "I haven't slept all night?"

There was heavy fatigue between his eyebrows, a line of blood on his eyes, the shirt inside the coat with obvious folds, and a shallow stubble on his chin.

Lin Moan put Lin Xia's hand into the bed: "Speak with her for a while."

See how he looks like, for a while, at a glance it is all night.

Shen Youran handed him the bag with toiletries: "Go wash, I will bring you breakfast."

Lin Moan took off the clothes on his shoulders and put them on the back of the chair. He carried the bag into the bathroom and came out after a few minutes. The whole person was refreshed than before.

She glanced back: "Why don't you shave?"

Lin Moan touched his chin not too carelessly, some stubbornly: "Going too quickly, forgetting to bring a razor."

Shen Youran was clear, he probably booked a flight ticket back to China when he received her call, and he still remembered those little things in a hurry.

She took the lunch box out of the bag: "Come and have breakfast, it's still hot."

Lin Moan walked over and sat down on the sofa with breakfast, eating slowly.

Shen Youran poured water on the table next to him: "Did she react?"

Lin Moan chewed his mouth, shook his head sadly, and the things in his mouth were like chewing wax.

She comforted a few words softly, and Lin Moan didn't know if he was listening. He hadn't said anything. He took two sips casually, and didn't move after drinking a glass of water.

Shen Youran packed up the lunch box and threw it into the trash basket to buy him a razor and aftershave lotion.

When she came out of the inpatient department and passed the emergency room lobby, she met with a wounded Qiu Shaoze.

She was startled: "What's wrong with you?"

Qiu Shaoze had a wound on the corner of his mouth, bruise on his left cheek, messy hair, and a weak arm hanging on his right.

He paled and said: "I have encountered a mad dog."

Shen Youran helped him to sit down, then went to register, accompanied him to wait outside the clinic, and after his turn, she helped him into the department.

The doctor first checked the injuries on his body. Not only were there many wounds, but also one of the ribs was broken, the doctor touched his right arm hanging: "dislocated, you need to get it back, you bear with it."

Qiu Shaoze dared to look away, and said hypocritically: "You lightly, I am afraid of pain."

With a break from the hospital, Shen Youran heard a "click" sound, subconsciously closed her eyes, and Qiu Shaoze's wailing voice was in her ears.

"It's already connected." The doctor saw him sweating and sweating, and kindly handed him a tissue, "Has a fight with others?"

Qiu Shaoze took the cold sweat on his forehead, and then moved his right arm to stretch freely: "Thank you doctor."

"Don't hurry, there are ribs that need to be picked up." The doctor got up and walked to the inner room, opened the curtain, Qiu Shaoze followed, and after a short while, there was a scream.

After coming out of the department, Shen Youran poked the wound on his cheek: "Why do you fight with others?"

Qiu Shaoze hissed in pain and grinned: "Speak well, don't do it."

He went to the new studio in the morning, and a group of people rushed in somehow, punching and kicking at him, and smashing things in the studio.