Bean-sized beads of sweat emerged from Mother Jian's forehead. Mother Jian's face instantly turned pale and she fainted in the next moment.
"Drag her away quickly." The manager hurriedly waved his hand at the employee.
"Yes." The employee was also scared half-silly. She dragged and dragged Mother Jian away.
Jian Xiaomo stared at Mother Jian who was dragged away. Her face was full of coldness. She had already let go of the Jian family, but Mother Jian still wanted to hurt her like this. She deserved it.
The manager was still trembling and speaking in shock. Long Chenjue directly picked up Jian Xiaomo and quickly walked out.
When they were outside, Jian Xiaomo felt a little pain on the back of her hand.
"Bear with it. We'll be home soon," Long Chenjue said in a low voice as he looked at Jian Xiaomo, who was frowning.
Jian Xiaomo looked at the back of her hand, which was a little red, and didn't say anything.
Long Chenjue had already started the car. Suddenly, he grabbed Jian Xiaomo's injured arm and kissed it gently.
Jian Xiaomo was stunned and looked at Long Chenjue.
Long Chenjue had been holding Jian Xiaomo the whole time. His deep eyes were looking at the front of the car, but he kept kissing Jian Xiaomo's hand.
Jian Xiaomo was stunned. She suddenly understood that Long Chenjue was using the most primitive method to treat her wound. Looking at the man's focused expression, Jian Xiaomo suddenly felt no pain on the back of her hand.
The car drove for more than ten minutes and arrived at the manor. Once they arrived at the manor, Long Chenjue called all the doctors in the manor. In fact, Jian Xiaomo felt that the injury on her hand was no longer serious. There was no need to make such a big fuss. She was about to speak.
"Shut up," Long Chenjue glared at Jian Xiaomo. Seeing that the doctor was about to clumsily go forward, he suddenly snatched the ointment from the doctor's hand and applied it on Jian Xiaomo himself.
Seeing that the man was very serious in applying the ointment on Jian Xiaomo, Jian Xiaomo's eyes suddenly became moist.
Long Chenjue suddenly stared at Jian Xiaomo's slightly red eyes and whispered, "Did I hurt you?"
Jian Xiaomo shook her head.
Only then did Long Chenjue relax and began to apply the ointment on Jian Xiaomo even more carefully.
Because her arm was scalded, to be exact, it was red, in Long Chenjue's eyes, Jian Xiaomo was simply a patient with a very serious injury.
"Long Chenjue, I want to eat," Jian Xiaomo said.
Taking the bowl and chopsticks from Jian Xiaomo's hand, Long Chenjue said with a displeased expression, "If you don't want your hand to be crippled, let me feed you."
Without any explanation, he picked up the chopsticks and fed Jian Xiaomo.
"Long Chenjue, I want to go downstairs."
He picked up Jian Xiaomo and said in a magnetic voice, "I'll carry you downstairs."
Jian Xiaomo was embarrassed. Her leg was not broken, and the man was still carrying her up and down. Seeing the man's smug expression, Jian Xiaomo almost thought that the man must have done it on purpose.
After recuperating at home for a few days, Jian Xiaomo sat freely on the sofa, chewing potato chips and flipping through an English book. Suddenly, Jian Xiaomo's phone rang. Jian Xiaomo picked it up and took a look. Lin Mengmeng's sickly voice sounded, "Jian Xiaomo, I'm going to lose you soon."
Hearing that, Jian Xiaomo stood up from the sofa and said anxiously, "Mengmeng, what's wrong?"
"I had a high fever last night and almost broke down," Lin Mengmeng said weakly.
Jian Xiaomo then patted her jumping chest and said, "Mengmeng, you scared me to death." It turned out that she had a high fever. She thought something had happened.