"The child is just frightened, just take a break." After the doctor gave An An a detailed examination, he opened his mouth to Wen Xiaoke, as if he regarded her as An An's mother.

Out of the room, the nanny thanked Wen Xiaoke in every way.

At the end, the nanny hesitated, showing an embarrassed look, and she said to Wen Xiaoke: "My young master is on the way here, can you accompany my little young lady for a while?" ”

The nanny knew that her requirements were a bit difficult, but the little lady liked her very much.

"Yes."

Wen Xiaoke liked An An very much from the first time he saw it, how could he be willing to refuse.

The nanny and bodyguards took Wen Xiaoke into a presidential hospital room to rest.

Wen Xiaoke: "......"

An An's mine is a bit too big to imagine.

After staying in the hospital for a while, I went to the best presidential ward.

Gently put An An on the bed, Wen Xiaoke sat next to the bed to accompany him.

The boy sat on the chair next to him, his head little by little.

Wen Xiaoke was a little distressed, she and Xiao Zimo only returned to China yesterday, and they hadn't adjusted to the jet lag yet.

A mobile phone rang in the room, Wen Xiaoke quickly picked up the mobile phone, pressed the answer button, and hurriedly left the ward.

The call was from Meng Di, who inquired about what had just happened.

Before hanging up the phone, Meng Di asked Wen Xiaoke to wait for him in the hospital.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Xiaoke was just about to go back when he saw freshly squeezed juice in front of him.

She walked to the ward with two glasses of orange juice, looked down at the juice in her hand, and couldn't help but complain.

This orange is made of gold, and a cup costs five hundred.

Loot it.

"Boss, Left ......"

Wen Xiaoke was thinking about it, but she didn't notice that a man around the corner hurriedly walked over and hit her solidly.

Wen Xiaoke let out a loud shout, leaned back, the cup in his hand flew out, and the orange juice was splashed on Gu Jingchen.

Subconsciously, Wen Xiaoke grabbed Gu Jingchen's clothes.

Two "bangs" sounded, one was the sound of the glass falling to the ground, and the other was the sound of two people falling to the ground.

The assistant behind Gu Jingchen watched this scene blankly, opened his mouth, and swallowed all the unfinished words.

He wanted to remind his boss that the little lady's room was on the left.

But it seems to be too late.

Wen Xiaoke felt that his back was hurting, and there was a heavy man on his body.

"Get up!" Wen Xiaoke's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he reached out to push.

Gu Jingchen's body exuded a cold and dangerous aura, Wen Xiaoke frowned imperceptibly, and said unhappily, "How long do you want to press?" ”

Gu Jingchen stood up and wanted to get up, but the touch on his hand stopped him in the next second.

How is it soft?

He subconsciously pinched, and in the next second, a loud slap hit him hard in the face.

"Rascals! Perverted! Wen Xiaoke gritted his teeth and scolded.

Soon, a clear slap print appeared on the man's handsome face.

Hearing the loud slap, the assistant couldn't help but gasp.

Yes, yes, someone slapped his boss!

Is this a death?

The boss of his family has been pampered since he was a child, and he has never been beaten.

Gu Jingchen realized that his hand was touching someone's chest, his cold face froze slightly, a touch of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, and the tips of his ears turned red unconsciously.

He quickly withdrew his hand and stood up holding himself to the ground.

Gu Jingchen looked at the orange juice on his body, glanced at Wen Xiaoke coldly, turned around and left.