Fiancé is domineering

Chapter 197 My CEO's Fiance! 41
"Of course not." I was just worried.

"I'm really fine, there aren't many stairs, that boy can still run." He said, and asked me again, "Did you offend him? Why did he push you?"

"I don't know, I don't know him." I just saw the boy's face, I really haven't seen it, but I guess someone asked him to do this, right?

"Then did you offend someone?" He asked again.

I guessed who it was, but I didn't want to say, "Maybe he was really careless." As I said that, I saw that his arm was bleeding, and I hurriedly said, "Don't talk about it, your hand is bleeding, I'll take you there Infirmary."

He didn't refuse, and, surrounded by his classmates, of course he hurried away...
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After the wound was bandaged, I dropped by to send Lu Nanfeng back. He also rented an apartment outside. It has one bedroom, one living room, a kitchen and a balcony, which is quite nice.

"Hey, the scenery outside is nice." I went to the balcony and looked outside. Although it was a little smaller, it was better than Muying Mo's environment.

"You like it?" Lu Nanfeng also came over and stood beside me, "Then move here, anyway, it's not like we haven't lived together before."

"..." This guy is still in the mood to tease me, "You, don't pretend to be fine, the doctor said that your left hand bone is a bit dislocated, be careful."

"Don't listen to his nonsense." He didn't take it seriously.

Seeing his appearance, I was very annoyed, "You also said that the doctor said that this is the reason why the injury was not treated well before, you, you are obviously injured, why don't you go to the hospital, what's the use of just applying medicine? Dislocation of bones is not a trivial matter, please pay attention to it, okay?"

"I was the one who got hurt, why are you angry?" He moved closer to me and raised his eyebrows at me, "I'm so nervous, do you feel..."

I interrupted him, "Stop talking nonsense, this time you were injured to save me, I should be worried, don't think about anything else."

"I didn't think about it." He seemed to know that I was avoiding the topic on purpose, so he didn't ask any more, but said, "However, my hand is injured now, and I can't cook, clean the room, or wash clothes. Why? How about it?"

(End of this chapter)