Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

How could they know each other?

impossible.

Feng Liye curled his lips, suddenly feeling a little funny.

The shallow laughter brought back Guan Yu's sanity.

Seeing that she was touching the other person in a rude manner, Guan Yu quickly withdrew her hands and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry...the medicine box...is under the TV cabinet."

Feng Liye didn't say anything, just smiled and got up to get the medicine box.

Caring Yu looked at his back, and was in a trance again.

"The wound is covered with a lot of dust, and it needs to be cleaned before applying medicine. It may hurt a little, so bear with it." Feng Liye opened the medicine box and took out the things that needed to be used.

"Yeah." Guan Guanyu nodded, her eyes were tightly locked on Feng Liye's body, unwilling to move away for half a second.

She knew that it was impolite for her to look at others like this.

But... Guan Yu couldn't control her eyes...

Feng Liye didn't mind being watched.

He is good-looking himself, and he is easy to attract women's attention wherever he goes.

But most of those gazes were admiration.

This is the first time I have met someone as sad as today.

I couldn't help being curious, "Miss, am I... an important person who looks like you?"

Caring Yu paused and nodded.

"No wonder." Feng Liye smiled faintly, "Boyfriend?"

"Ah."

"What about others? On a business trip?"

Caring Yu shook her head, and slowly said two words, "Dead."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to stir up your sadness." Feng Liye immediately apologized, annoyed that he asked something that shouldn't be asked.

It turns out that the lady's boyfriend is no longer here.

No wonder, she looks at herself with that kind of eyes...

"It's okay, the matter is over." Caring Yu said in a low voice.

Is it really over?

Feng Liye gave her a meaningful look.

If the matter had passed as this young lady said, she wouldn't have looked at herself with that sad look just now.

Feng Liye thought secretly.

However, this is not his business.

Feng Liye didn't say anything else, just bowed his head, and healed Guan Guanyu's wound.

The long eyelashes, projected on the face, are both thick and distinct.

Because he lowered his head, he couldn't see the complete facial features, only the faint outline, but there was a more psychedelic beauty.

Caring Yu couldn't help but lost her mind...

It was so quiet, eerily quiet.

Occasionally, the sound of scissors cutting gauze can be heard...

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Feng Liye knew that Guan Yu was looking at her.

But he didn't express anything, and he didn't speak anymore, for fear that if he was not careful, he would touch Guan Yu's wound again.

This kind of scene was a bit embarrassing for Feng Liye.

With the fastest speed, he treated Guan Guanyu's wound, put away his things, and got up to say goodbye.

Caring Yu sent him to the door.