Chapter Twenty-Seven: Will I Be Moved?
In the office, everyone looked over one after another.
I saw that Pan Yuting's entire face and right arm were red and swollen, and many places were scalded with boiling water.
But after Cola kicked the water cup in the air, he quickly returned to Ye Qingzhou's side, carefully sniffing her with her nose to see if she was burned.
However, even though his reaction just now was already very fast, Ye Qingzhou's left ankle was still splashed by the spilled boiling water, and a red mark the size of a fingernail appeared.
"I'm fine." Ye Qingzhou, the god of war, who was invincible on the battlefield, looked at the beagle dog who rubbed his ankle with the tip of his cold nose at his feet, and always felt that he was making too much of a fuss.
In the past, even if she had a broken hand, a broken foot, or a serious injury, she could defeat the powerful demon beast with her strong will.
However, the cola on the ground, those big black eyes, when they looked at Pan Yuting who was screaming on the side again, their eyes instantly turned cold.
And the scene of the Coke backflip and kicking the glass with the side leg just now was also clearly watched by the netizens in the live broadcast room.
This made a group of netizens who were originally just addicted to Coke and sleep on their backs, and they exploded in an instant.
"I'll go! Did you see that? Mr. Coke can do backflips! ”
"I actually saw boyfriend power in a dog!"
"Teacher Cola is so caring, he was scalded by boiling water, and he actually went to see if the owner was injured as soon as possible!"
"Coke is so warm!"
"Looking at Mr. Coke, I picked up our dog, and it was a fat beating!"
"It's all dogs, why is the gap so big?"
"Why do I feel that the woman just now deliberately threw a glass full of boiling water on Coke?"
"It must have been on purpose! The Coke was two meters away from her, and even if she took it away, the cup shouldn't have run so far! ”
"She deserves to be burned!"
“……”
Ye Qingzhou picked up the mobile phone that was live on the ground, looked at the comments that flashed quickly on the screen, and turned off the live broadcast.
She squatted down, lifted Coke's right hind leg, looked at the scalded blisters on the meat pad, and looked at Pan Yuting who was screaming with her face covered.
Ye Qingzhou suddenly lost the slightest patience with this woman who had disgusted the original owner with Liu Feiyu, and squeezed the original owner everywhere in her work, and now she didn't even let go of a dog.
Want to play?
Well, just play bigger!
Seeing that it was time to get off work, several colleagues in the office sent Pan Yuting to the hospital with a little disgust.
Ye Qingzhou also hugged the beagle whose hindpaws were injured, greeted the boss Tan Hongsheng, and left work early.
Like a baby, Cola lay on his back in Ye Qingzhou's arms and was carried all the way to the underground garage.
He sniffed lightly at the faint fragrance of the girl's body, and his eyes flickered with the hem of her clothes as she walked.
I don't know if it's because of the calming breath on the girl's body, or because this body is really too tired, Cola suddenly became a little sleepy, and his eyelids became dull again.
When Ye Qingzhou returned to his car, he immediately turned on the treatment system, treated the hindpaw burns for the beagle lying in his arms, and also did a full body examination for him by the way.
In this inspection, Ye Qingzhou's already somewhat cold complexion was even more solemn.
Because, she didn't expect that the dog's bones around his body were seriously damaged, and his internal organs were also failing.
Although Cola looks healthy on the outside, in reality, every step he takes, or every breath he takes, is accompanied by severe pain.
If this is put on an ordinary dog, it is estimated that it will be difficult to stand up again.
Ye Qingzhou's slender and white fingertips gently stroked the head of the beagle in his arms, and then slowly circled his neck.
Even if the beagle in her arms was breathless, she still did not struggle, but rubbed lightly on her snow-white wrist.
After a long time, Ye Qingzhou breathed a long sigh of relief and suddenly let go of his hand.
Because of leaving work early, the road outside was unobstructed at the moment, and Ye Qingzhou drove the car to the maximum speed, speeding all the way.
Coke lay on Ye Qingzhou's soft and elastic legs, no matter how fast the car was, or encountered ramps and turns, he didn't feel the previous bumps.
After the one person and one dog returned home, Ye Qingzhou put him on the sofa.
"Xiao Ya, do you think that if you do this, I will be moved?" Ye Qingzhou's voice was still gentle, as if a lover was whispering, reassuring and quiet.