Tough CEO Loves Potently

At the door of the room, Gu Zheng pulled the corner of his clothes awkwardly and looked down at his white shallow leather shoes stained with mud. He was afraid to take another step.

"Come in." Qin Ziyu took off his suit as he walked. The white shirt on his right arm was cut a lot by the knife, and Yin Hong's blood soaked half of his arm, which was startling red.

Gu Zheng's eyes were tight. She quickly took off her shoes and ran barefoot. She held Qin Ziyu's arm and her hands trembled violently. She tried to restrain the fear of blood sickness in her heart, "you shed a lot of blood!"

Gu Zheng said, tears can not help but contain in the eyes.

Her mother is seriously ill in hospital and needs huge medical expenses. She works in a bar every night. In order to save time and take care of her mother, she often goes back to the hospital in the alley next to the bar. Unexpectedly, she has the misfortune to meet a hooligan tonight, and there are still three at once.

If the man in front of her happened to save her, she did not dare to think about the consequences.

"Take the medicine box." Qin Ziyu said indifferently. He pushed her away and sat on the sofa. The luxurious black leather sofa added a sense of nobility and aloofness to him.

Along his line of sight, Gu Zheng saw a big exaggerated medicine box on the red sandalwood shelf, and quickly turned to get it.

"Wait a minute." Qin Ziyu called Gu Zheng and looked at her bloody dress. He said, "take a bath first."

Gu Zheng's fingers stopped a centimeter away from the medicine box. He looked down to see the dried up blood spots on his clothes and his cheeks were red. He turned around and said, "OK."

Looking at the bathroom door closed, Qin Ziyu's eyes flashed complex thinking.

The warm water poured down the top of her head, and her hair stuck to her face one by one. Gu Zheng's eyes and brain were all white mist.

For a long time, she wiped her eyes and saw the men's shirt hanging on the shelf through the steaming water. Her face became hot.

The shirt is so big that it can just cover the fart. Gu Zheng's legs are as white as jade. Her wet hair is a bit messy, which makes her face look like a lotus.

"Click!"

She unscrewed the bathroom door, stretched out her feet to feel cool, and instinctively shrunk back, just at this time, the mobile phone "Ding Dong Ding Dong" rang.

Gu Zheng was so nervous that she turned around and took out her mobile phone from the clothes hanging on one side. As soon as she got through, her mother's anxious voice came from there: "Xiao Zheng, why don't you come back?"

"Mom, I'm still working overtime." Gu Zheng held the doorframe to calm down. "It's going to be very late, so I'll have a rest at my colleagues' home tonight."

Over there, Gu's mother said: "don't work too hard on yourself..."

"It's time to pay for bed 32, or the medicine will stop tomorrow!"

Suddenly, the voice breaking in interrupted Gu's mother's words. Gu Zheng quickly said, "Mom, don't worry, I've made a big case today, and I'll go to the hospital to pay for it tomorrow."

Big case? You mean him?

Outside, the corner of Qin Ziyu's mouth rips out a smile.

The knock of "Dong Dong" interrupted Gu Zheng's meditation. She opened the bathroom door, facing the man's Obsidian eyes, and was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, she saw Qin Ziyu's facial features clearly. The man was beautiful, cold and familiar.

His long eyebrows and eyes are like blades, full of faint cold light, and his thin lips are pursed into a stiff straight line, just like master Danqing's drawing after careful consideration.

"I can't find clothes to change..." Gu Zheng pulled his shirt uncomfortably. When he lowered his head, he caught a glimpse of the wound on his arm from the corner of his eye and quickly said, "can I help you bandage the wound?"

Qin Ziyu squints at Gu Zheng. Her thin figure is wrapped in a wide shirt. Her hair is wet on her shoulders. Water drops flow down her neck into the open collar of the shirt, stop on the clavicle and tremble. Finally, she rolls into the deeper spring.

He rolled the Adam's apple, turned to sit back on the sofa, looked at Gu Zheng, who was still in the same place, and said faintly, "come here."

Gu Zheng didn't have time to think too much. He ran barefoot to get alcohol cotton and disinfectant. He squatted beside him, raised his white face and whispered: "it may hurt a little. You can bear it."