Manager Zhu held Lin Qingqing's waist with one hand, but with the other hand restlessly wanted to touch her little face. But before he had taken a few steps, he was unsteady and almost fell out.

Lin Qingqing, who was originally in her arms, also flew out because of this impact, but there was no sound in the place, and she was caught steadily. The man had a strong, warm embrace, which stretched her frowning brow.

"That bunny cub is so eyeless? Dare to make a stumbling block for Lao Tzu?! Manager Zhu was furious, raised his head and scolded.

There seemed to be a tall figure standing in the shadows, but now that the surname Zhu had just taken a few sips of wine, and seeing the beauty he had received lying in someone else's arms, he was naturally even more desperate.

The coldness in Ou Yuanlan's eyes deepened a little, and the person in front of him was really unlikeable. "The one who dares to call me a rabbit cub hasn't been born yet." His voice is not loud, but it is true that it can make people creepy.

After taking a closer look at the people in the shadows, Manager Zhu was not calm. "Get out of here, pretend to be a ghost and don't look at who grandpa I am!" Seeing that the man didn't seem to know him, he became even more blatant.

The corners of Ou Yuanlan's mouth raised an arc, every time he showed this expression, it meant that someone was going to suffer. This time he didn't want to do it himself, but the blame is only on this person today.

Twenty minutes later, Ou Yuanlan took Lin Qingqing back to his small apartment in the city. And Manager Zhu was finally seen by the others who came out of the hotel after eating and drinking.

He lay on the ground, dying. The bruises and blood stains on the corners of his mouth and face seemed to tell someone what had just happened here.

If God gave him another chance, he would definitely not provoke the man he just had just now. Between the punches and kicks, he understood that he was no match for him at all.

Although Ou Yuanlan is a president, his hobby is all kinds of martial arts. In hand-to-hand combat, he can always find the long-lost heartbeat and stimulation, and at the same time, it can also give his brain that has been tense a temporary rest.

Putting Lin Qingqing on the sofa carefully, Ou Yuanlan stood in place and stared at her for a minute. The woman looked so much cuter when she was drunk than when she was awake, he thought to himself, holding his hands.

Long eyelashes flickered, and blushing cheeks were more intoxicating than ever. The fair skin was even more dazzling under the light, and the frowning brows made people can't help but reach out to smooth it.

Just before Ou Yuanlan could stretch out his hand, Lin Qingqing suddenly curled up. She hugged her body tightly, a pained look on her face.

"What's wrong with you?" Ou Yuanlan squatted down and asked with a worried face.

This woman really doesn't let herself worry about it, she is obviously a married woman, but she either thinks about other men, or hugs and hugs others. But even so, she still touches her heart in front of her.

Drunk people don't answer questions seriously, so Lin Qingqing is no exception. She clutched her stomach, her teeth clenched, and her face began to turn pale. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, as if to imply something.

Looking at it like this, Ou Yuanlan became more and more uneasy, and he was really afraid that she would have something long and short. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and went directly to the nearby central hospital.

The cold voice sounded again. "Ten minutes later, all the best surgeons and internists came to the door of my apartment." He confessed.

Lin Qingqing, who was in her sleep, frowned even more, what was the situation with her, was she poisoned by Ou Yuanlan's nasty ghost and smelly hooligan? Why can his voice be heard even in his sleep.

She tried to lift her eyelids, but the eyelids were too heavy, and she couldn't open them after a long day's effort. Eventually, she fell asleep again.

The doctors finally came, and after some consultation, they finally came to a conclusion. "Mr. Ou, Miss Lin is fine, it's just a peptic ulcer and the stimulation of alcohol."

"Peptic ulcer?" Ou Yuanlan repeated the name of the disease.

The doctor hastened to explain. "Peptic ulcer is a common digestive disease, he is mainly ......"

Swept by Ou Yuanlan's cold gaze, the doctor instantly stopped talking. He could feel the strong displeasure coming from the man in front of him.

Sure enough, a few cold words spit out from Ou Yuanlan's mouth. "Getting to the point." He said expressionlessly.

In fact, for him, every minute and second is precious. It's not even an exaggeration to say that millions of people a minute exist. But in Lin Qingqing, a woman, he always seems to be wasting time.

"The point is that Miss Lin needs to eat regularly and pay attention on time in the future, and she can't drink anymore for a short time." The doctor gave sound medical advice. "We will prescribe some painkillers to make Miss Lin feel better now."

Ou Yuanlan waved his hand. "Hurry up." He arranged.

After the doctor left, the whole house fell silent again. Ou Yuanlan lowered his head and thought for a while, then bent down and picked up Lin Qingqing, and walked directly to the master bedroom.

Originally, he didn't want to give her the master bedroom, but for the sake of her being a patient today, he didn't care about this woman who didn't know the height of the sky.

Many times Ou Yuanlan is not as annoying as he seems, but he is just duplicitous. All his good softness is hidden in a thorny armor that is not usually easily displayed to others.

When she woke up the next day, Lin Qingqing felt so comfortable, so comfortable that she couldn't wait to roll a few times. However, this feeling is normal, after all, the bed in Ou Yuanlan's apartment is specially customized by European designers, and the comfort and massage degree are a scientific range.

But when she opened her eyes to an unfamiliar environment, with the pain of her head being blown apart, she finally began to wake up.

What is this place? Why is she here? Lifting the quilt to make sure that her whole body was in good condition, she was relieved.

There were no slippers next to the bed, and Lin Qingqing stepped directly on the floor barefoot. She rubbed her hair, which had been messy all night, massaged her forehead, and walked out with a tired face.

But as soon as the bedroom opened, she was startled. The back of the man sitting on the couch was familiar, but for a moment, she felt less familiar.

Is this ability? She pinched herself, and immediately screamed in pain. When she turned around, she was already staring at the man sitting on the couch.