Section 71: A subordinate, a colleague, a friend, or a spare tire.

Mu Shaoqian frowned slightly, as if he was contemplative, and after thinking for a while, he slowly opened his lips and spit out three words, "I want you to take care of it." ”

If he's not mistaken, she's now his father's little lover.

However, after so many years, his hatred for her has never ended, and he will never forget the resolute and indifferent atmosphere when she abandoned him, so he has changed from an arrogant and indifferent son to a cynical Mu Shaoqian who leaves peach blossoms everywhere.

Later, since he met Wang Xiaoman, he found that everything about him had changed.

Yes, because of her.

She looked out the window, looked up at him and said, "I really just mean it." He listened to her words and thought how ridiculous they were.

"Thank you, I don't need it, and I can't accept it."

Downstairs, Wang Xiaoman, who had just come back from the supermarket, sat in the returning taxi, because she planned to stay in the hospital for one night, so she went to buy the necessary items she needed, toothbrushes, toothpaste, and ..... in a cup

She will never forget the depressed way he looked when he was in the hospital just now, no matter how strong a man is, there are times when he is vulnerable, it turns out that he is not omnipotent, so she can't rest assured of him.

The wheels rolled, and her mind rolled with them.

Suddenly, the mobile phone in the bag began to shout, and she subconsciously trembled, for fear that someone would call the bad news.

Timidly took out the phone, and after seeing the caller ID, he became inexplicably nervous.

Gently pressed the answer button and said "Hey" softly, "Boss...... Sorry, I just went to the supermarket, so..."

"Wang Xiaoman, let's see what time it is." Before she could finish speaking, the other party's shouting was 10 times louder than hers.

It's really bad, she's been out for a long time, and that's right, a woman travels alone late at night, no matter what her status, he's more or less worried.

"In 10 minutes, I'm going to see you, or I'll do it at my own peril." Mu Shaoqian said domineeringly.

She pinched her fingers holding the fuselage slightly, and hung up the phone after softly saying "okay", feeling apprehensive again.

On the other end of the phone, Mu Shaoqian held the hung up phone in his hand and didn't put it down for a long time.

Under a pair of sword eyebrows, the slender peach blossom eyes were full of worry, but a touch of loss flashed away.

When she arrived at the hospital, she quickly ran upstairs.

She let out a long sigh of relief, looked at the white door of the ward, her heart pounding, and according to his ten minutes, she was already five minutes late.

She grabbed the bag in her hand, moved slowly, reached out to grasp the doorknob, and just closed her hand, but found that the door of the ward was not closed tightly, it was hidden, there was a thin slit, and a faint voice came from the ward.

"Don't worry too much, she'll be fine." The soft female voice is very good, but it makes her feel bored.

Through the crack in the door, she saw a beautiful shadow, Yan Lexi's inky black hair was scattered behind her, all the outfits were so luxurious and exquisite, but people didn't feel redundant and cumbersome, and the whole body was elegant.

Her heart suddenly clanged, and she felt that her mind was blank, was he in such a hurry to call, just to let her come to see this scene?

What is she? Subordinates, colleagues, friends, or spare tires.