In less than ten minutes, Li Qiao sutured the wound on Liuyun's left arm. She took off her gloves and threw them into the trash can, "Okay."
Before turning around, Li Qiao looked back again, "Do you know the precautions for healing?"
Liu Yun nodded in a hurry, "I know, Miss Li is bothering."
Mochizuki looked at Li Qiao eagerly, only to feel that the ostentation and unrestrainedness on her body resembled the appearance of the boss who was once young and frivolous.
Perhaps Mochizuki's gaze was so focused that he ignored his boss's gradually beginning to gloomy expression.
Although Liu Yun was injured, it did not affect his ability to observe words and expressions. He picked up his shirt with his right hand, hung it on his shoulder casually, and nodded to Shang Yu, "Boss, let's go out first."
Shang Yu screwed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and his deep-profile facial features were not angry and pretentious. He said in a low-melt voice: "You go back to Nanyang first, recover from the injury and then return to the team. Let Mochizuki take care of your daily affairs."
"Yes, boss."
Then the two left the room, and Mochizuki didn't come back to his senses until they walked out of the hallway.
Standing in the corridor, he tore off the shirt on Liu Yun's shoulders, and looked at the stitched wound carefully, "Miss Li is a doctor?"
"I have investigated before, it seems to be some kind of cell engineering." After Liu Yun said that, he looked at Mochizuki again, and when he saw him staring at his wounds, he kicked him suspiciously: "What are you looking at?"
Mochizuki raised his head, put his shirt on his shoulder again, took out his phone and poked it a few times, and then pointed the screen at Liuyun, with a serious expression: "Look clearly, this profession is a subject that doesn't require sewing, so Research on cell engineering based on biological genes.
And...Look at your wounds. It's not a common stitch-by-knot stitching technique at all. I remember you said that she hasn't graduated yet, but her wound handling skills are too proficient. Don't you and the boss find it strange? "
At this time, Mochizuki expressed his deep suspicion.
As Yanhuang's chief information officer, he has an insight into all unreasonable situations.
A 22-year-old girl who is also the most precious daughter of the Li family, what has she experienced to face the blood and fleshy wounds so indifferently?
After Mochizuki's reminder, Liu Yun also began to examine his left arm again.
After a long while, he squinted his eyes and opened his voice thoughtfully: "What do you think you can find, the old meeting can't notice it?"
Mochizuki stopped talking, but his suspicion towards Li Qiao only increased.
Such a seemingly harmless girl has unusual behavior everywhere.
At this moment, Liu Yun turned his mouth to the front and said as he walked, "Don't think about it, anyway, so far I don't think Miss Li is malicious."
Mochizuki stood on the spot looking at Liuyun's back, sighed faintly, and followed his steps, "It's not a malicious issue, I'm worried that in case she wants to be against the boss..."
As the two moved further away, their conversation disappeared in the corner of the corridor.
......
On the other side, after Liuyun and the other two left, in the spacious and luxurious living room, Li Qiao sat opposite Shang Yu, and said lightly, "Is the matter of Yan Ye finished?"
Shang Yu lazily raised his head and leaned on the back of his chair, his Adam's apple slid sharply twice.
He half-closed his eyes to Li Qiao, and he seemed to be in a good mood and asked: "Why, afraid of delaying the return journey in the afternoon?"
Li Qiao leaned over with her legs and took the mineral water from the table, and replied in a lazy tone: "You seem to be busy. If you are not finished, I can go back by myself."