The boss sends me money every day

Chapter 1922 Not Her Blood
How did you go home like this?
Silently went to pay the fee, Fang Jiamei saw the police coming from the other side, turned around silently and left...

It's good to be a good person without leaving your name, um, she thinks it's good.

After tossing around all afternoon and returning home, Fang Jiamei was going to take a shower, otherwise Mo Yiheng would talk about her again when he came back.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yiheng came back so early today.

"Get off work today..." Mo Yiheng heard the voice and came out, but when he saw her covered in blood, his expression immediately changed, "What's wrong with you?"

He strode forward nervously to check her body, feeling a little flustered.

Fang Jiamei quickly explained: "I'm fine, it's not my blood."

Mo Yiheng looked at her innocent face and frowned, "What's going on?"

Fang Jiamei bit her lower lip, watching him speechless...

Went to take a shower first to wash off the bloody smell from her body, Mo Yiheng dried her hair, and Fang Jiamei briefly talked about saving lives in the afternoon.

Turning off the hair dryer, Mo Yiheng looked at her fair face with some helplessness, "Don't meddle in other people's business next time, you don't even know what happened to that person, what if it's a bad person?"

She was always like this, managing others at her own risk.

Fang Jiamei scratched her hair and said sullenly: "Then he's almost dead lying there, so I can't just leave it alone?"

Mainly, the picture of that man covered in blood reminded her of what happened to Mo Yiheng in the red light district...

At that time, did no one care about him, fell into despair, and even wanted to give up on himself?

Mo Yiheng patted her head, his eyes were helpless and distressed, "Call me next time if something happens, you know, I don't want anything to happen to you."

Looking into his gentle eyes, Fang Jiamei nodded and reached out to hug him.

In his arms, it seemed extra safe.

Mo Yiheng stroked her soft hair, slightly bent his lips: "Let's grow your hair long."

"Huh?" Fang Jiamei raised her head, "I don't look good with short hair, do I?"

She also thought it was not good-looking, so she would not have cut it if she had known.

Mo Yiheng lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, "No, I just think you stay longer, as if I have you more."

Fang Jiamei's heart trembled slightly.

Mo Yiheng smiled and looked at her tenderly.

"But my hair is curly and can be knotted." Fang Jiamei put away her aching heart, leaned on his body and said coquettishly.

"I'll do it for you. I did it for you before." At that time, she didn't know how to do anything. He took care of bathing and combing hair all by himself.

Although he was also clumsy at that time, one year was enough for him to learn.

Fang Jiamei rubbed against his arms, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "Then I'll keep it long."

Stay long for him.

-

Fang Antong was filming a martial arts drama when he received the call from Lu Zhan.

There were bruises all over his body, sitting on the lounge chair to rest, and immediately picked up the caller ID, "Hello?"

"busy?"

Hearing his voice, Fang Antong's nose became sore all of a sudden. He didn't want others to see him, so he lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "You are resting, are you finished?"

"Not yet, there is no signal in the mountains these days, so I didn't receive your call." Lu Zhan explained.

Fang Antong understood, so he didn't ask further, "Well, as long as you are safe."

"What's wrong with the voice? Have you caught a cold?" Lu Zhan immediately heard something wrong with her.

Fang Antong choked up, "It's okay, maybe I'm too tired from filming and my voice is hoarse."

(End of this chapter)