One Year Marriage

   On that day, Murong Xi said something like that to Dongfang Jue, then left, and has never been seen again.

   "Where's Murong Xi?"

   After seeing her for a long time, Dongfang Jue finally couldn't help asking Zuo Xing.

   Zuo Xing said truthfully: "Young Master Hui, in order to study the antidote, Miss Murong has been in the laboratory for the past two days and has not come out."

  The hospital has a laboratory, and Murongxi used it by the way.

   She concentrates on research, and even Zuo Xing admires her spirit of sleepless nights and forgets food, and she also hopes that she can become the wife of her own young master.

  This woman has good looks, ability, and family background. The most important thing is to care for their young master. She is fully qualified for the position of the future president's wife.

   Zuo Xing's thoughts, Dongfang Jue should not know, but when he thinks of Murongxi doing this for himself, his heart is filled with deep emotion unconsciously.

  These days, because of his serious injuries, he found himself more and more vulnerable.

   Suddenly, there was an urge to see her, so Dongfang Jue got up from the bed suddenly.

   Seeing him standing up, Zuo Xing couldn't help but get anxious, and hurried over to help him, "Young Master, your leg injury is still very serious. The doctor suggested that you better sit instead of standing."

   This time, Dongfang Jue not only injured her shoulder, but also her right foot, lying on the bed with mold.

   Now that Zuo Xing persuaded himself, he glared at him coldly, "I'm not going to be disabled anymore."

"Forehead……"

   Zuo Xing shrank his neck and changed his mouth very spinelessly, "Young Master, do you want to see Miss Murong? My subordinates will take you there!"

   Dongfang Jue raised her eyebrows, "No need, I'll go by myself!"

   "But you..."

   Zuo Xing pointed to his injured foot and said bravely, "Is this subordinate looking for a wheelchair for you?"

  Dongfang Jue: "..."

   Zuo Xing hurriedly ran, "Young Master, wait a moment, your subordinates will be back soon."

  Dongfang Jue: "..."

   Of course he wouldn't wait for Zuo Xing, he supported his injured foot and walked slowly towards the door step by step.

   The bodyguard at the door was scared to death when he saw his young master coming out.

   "Less... young master..."

   They all bowed and glanced at Dongfang Jue from the corner of the corner, completely unable to understand why the young master was so badly injured and could walk out without a cane.

   Dongfang Jue let out a "hmm" and walked towards the research room without looking sideways.

  The bodyguards followed immediately.

   Seeing that the young master was struggling, they wanted to help him, but because of the powerful aura he exuded, they struggled a bit, and in the end they didn't dare to move.

  Fortunately, after walking less than 20 meters, Zuo Xing was holding a wheelchair and ran like the wind.

"Little Lord--"

"Little Lord--"

  He blocked the wheelchair in front of Dongfang Jue, panting.

   Dongfang Jue frowned, her expression turned cold, "Get out of the way!"

  Joke, he needs these things?

   The arrogant Young Master Dongfang is impossible to let himself go to a wheelchair.

   Zuo Xing persuaded him earnestly, "Young Master, there is nothing to be ashamed of in a wheelchair. For the sake of your fast walking in the future, let's be aggrieved for a while, eh?"

   "Sit by yourself!"

   Dongfang Jue refused without thinking.

   Zuo Xing scratched his head, "Why don't you wait here and I'll call Miss Murong out?"

   He thought to himself, the young master should agree now, right? Anyway, he and Murong Xi are not the same no matter who they go to see?

   However, Miss Murong is also true, how could even the young master of his family be neglected in order to study the antidote.

   Comrade Emma Zuoxing, you didn't think so just now...