As soon as the two of them walked to the door, Lu Rao's voice came from behind: "As."

"Is there anything else?" Mo Yesi stopped and turned around and looked at Lu Rao.

Lu Rao looked reluctant to speak, but after a few seconds, he shook his head again: "It's nothing, let's have a few drinks together."

Mo Yesi raised his eyebrows slightly. Although he knew that Lu Rao was definitely not talking about this, he didn't ask much and nodded: "Okay."

After Mo Yesi led Qiao Mianmian out, Lu Rao looked at the direction of the door and pondered for a while.

*

"Mo Yesi, I'm sorry, it's because of me that I hurt you." After leaving Lu Rao's office, Qiao Mianmian had apologetic on her face. Thinking of the cut from Mo Yesi's palm and thinking of the bleeding that he had shed so much blood, she felt a little distressed.

He took away the fruit knife from Xiao Xiao's hand with bare hands, and the knife that was supposed to stab her deeply cut his palm.

Qiao Mianmian watched a lot of blood flowing from his palms.

Although Lu Rao said that he was lucky that he did not hurt his muscles and bones, he paid attention and the wound slowly recovered in ten days and half a month, Qiao Mianmian still felt very guilty.

If it weren't for her, Mo Yesi wouldn't have been hurt.

"What stupid things are you saying?" Mo Yesi frowned slightly, paused, and looked down at the little woman beside him, "You are my wife. At that time, if I don't block you, who will block you? I am your husband, protecting you is my responsibility."

"If I can't even do this, I don't deserve to be your husband."

"Besides, I just suffered a small injury on my hand, and it was not serious. You don't have to feel sorry for me at all. That knife was not something you stabbed. Why did you apologize to me?"

When he met the man's gentle eyebrows, Qiao Mianmian's eyes became a little wet when he felt warm.

She bit the corner of her lips and said softly: "I know, but... if it weren't for the trouble I caused, you wouldn't have been hurt."

"You never took the initiative to cause trouble. I know you are the person who is most afraid of trouble." Mo Yesi curled his lips, reached out to rub her head gently, and said softly, "Baby, listen to me, you don't have to have any psychological burden on this matter."

"I'm actually very glad that when you are in danger, I'm by your side. I'm also glad that I blocked the knife for you, not others. If there is another Tu Yilei, I'll be jealous."

Qiao Mianmian: “…”

As I said that, I went to Tu Yilei.

Could it be that this jealous king who always loves to be jealous is still resentful of Tu Yilei.

"Anyway, I don't allow you to be unhappy about this, and I don't allow you to feel sorry for me a little bit. Do you understand?" The man's tone was a little domineering, but his deep eyes that hung down and stared at her were extremely gentle.

Qiao Mianmian pursed her lips: "...Well, I understand. Then does your wound still hurt?"

Mo Yesi shook his head, raised the injured hand, and shook it in front of her eyes: "Lu Rao applied pain relief medicine, but it doesn't hurt at all now."

"Really?" Qiao Mianmian was a little suspicious.
Chapter completed!