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

Rong Liyuan took the president's special elevator, so this journey did not attract the attention of everyone in the company.

When they came to the Rong mansion, Mu Changying rushed to get the medicine box and went downstairs.

She puffed up her cheeks and stared seriously at the man on the sofa.

"A Yuan, let me see your wound."

The man who was looking at the document paused for a few seconds before recovering.

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

The wounds on his body were so ugly, Yingbao would be terrified when he saw them.

Seeing his indifferent appearance, Mu Changying became angry, her smooth and tender face was powdered, delicate and charming.

"Hmph, I don't believe I can't deal with you."

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

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

"Snapped--"

Mu Changying's delicate eyes contained thin anger, and without thinking, she began to speak indiscriminately.

"Isn't it just to treat the wound? I've slept through it all. Why are you shy?"

Her expression was as flat as water, as if she didn't know how much information and shocking power these words had.

"Puff ha..."

Butler Sun lowered his head, his shoulders trembled violently, and he was desperately suppressing a smile.

The madam is really too courageous, she dared to pluck the hair on the second master's head.

Rong Liyuan raised his head, his dark and indifferent eyes swept away a cool and gloomy breath.

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

When the big guys heard this, they immediately wiped their feet and left the hall in an orderly manner.

Watching a movie is fun, but life is more important.

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

Rong Liyuan stared at her with burning eyes, and the dangerous dark light surged in his eyes.

"Yingbao, take off."

"A Yuan, what are you talking about?"

Unhealthy content flashed through Mu Changying's mind, her little face was as bright as a well-cooked duck.

Oh my god, playing hooligans in the living room in broad daylight. It's a shame the scale is a little too big.

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

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

Heh, this little cute thing is really interesting to tease.

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

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

Mu Changying lowered his head, and walked towards him slowly like a snail.

Rong Liyuan didn't say anything to urge him.

He sat casually on the sofa, wearing home clothes, his body lost a bit of vigor.

This short few steps had been taken by this girl for a long time.

When Mu Changying came in front of the man, she was so shy that she didn't even dare to lift her head.

She kept staring at her feet, as if there was gold on the ground.

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

Mu Changying took a deep breath, and showed the professional ethics of a doctor.

Isn't it just undressing, calm and calm, it's all a small scene.

Her fingers trembled slightly when she bent down and touched the buttons of his clothes.

A few seconds later, with two or three blows in his heart, he stripped off his upper body.

The bandage wrapped around Rong Liyuan's shoulder was already soaked in blood, it was dazzling red.

"Ah Yuan, I'll take care of it soon."

Mu Changying's heart was sore, she put on her gloves and began to treat his wound.

As someone in power of the Rong family, it is common for him to be assassinated, so it doesn't look good to have many scars on his back.

Although the old wounds had scabbed over and only light pink and flesh-colored traces remained, she still felt a throbbing pain in her heart.