After the brain was filled, it was a little embarrassing to look at Mr. Yan and Ye Zhiyuan. ,: 。

"That...... I'm Ye Zhiyuan's friend, I'm sorry, I thought you were arguing, so ......" she said hesitantly, not knowing how to organize the language for a while, and began to regret why she didn't listen to Yin Shaoji's words.

Mr. Yan said lightly, "He's drunk." ”

Mu Xiaoxiao nodded hurriedly and said, "I can see it, how could he be so drunk?" Is it ......"

She wanted to say if she was drunk by a guest, but she felt that it was not good to expose Ye Zhiyuan's profession in public, so she didn't say anything.

"He's in a bad mood." Mr. Yan explained, his voice was still cold and cold, and he didn't seem to have any mood swings.

Mu Xiaoxiao subconsciously asked, "What's wrong with him?" Why are you in a bad mood? ”

Purely concerned about Ye Zhiyuan.

Mr. Yan said, "You quarreled with me." ”

Mu Xiaoxiao, "......"

Ye Zhiyuan, who was drunk on the side, stumbled a step, as if he understood their conversation, and shouted.

"Who quarreled with you! What right do I have to quarrel with you! What am I...... I'm nothing ......."

Ye Zhiyuan seemed to be unsteady, staggering, and was about to fall backwards when he looked at it.

Mr. Yan's long arm fished out, held him firmly in his arms, and let him lean on himself.

"Okay, no quarrel, go and deal with the wound first, be nice."

It's a cold tone, but the words that come out seem to be coaxing.

His big hand pressed on Ye Zhiyuan's head, as if to soothe a manic cat, very patient, and stroked it all at once.

Ye Zhiyuan was quieter, his head was on his chest, and he rubbed it.

Mu Xiaoxiao, "......"

This image made her feel like she was being abused.

She suddenly understood how Han Qiqing felt every time she saw her intimate with Yin Shaoji, she said that she was abused and yelled to call the police.

Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a while before she found her voice, "He...... Hurt? ”

"Hmm, hands." Mr. Yan cherishes words like gold.

Mu Xiaoxiao looked down and found that Ye Zhiyuan's hand was broken and stained with blood.

"I'll take him into the ward first." Mr. Yan bowed politely to the two of them, then hugged Ye Zhiyuan and entered the ward next door.

The doctors and nurses on the side hurriedly followed in and treated Ye Zhiyuan's wounds.

Mu Xiaoxiao thought about it, should she go in and care about Ye Zhiyuan's injury?

Yin Shaojie took her hand and interrupted her train of thought.

"Let's go, we should go, with Mr. Yan here, he will be fine."

It's just that the hand is a little broken, and a VIP ward has to be opened to let the director-level doctor treat the wound.

Yin Shaowei knew that Ye Zhiyuan was Mr. Yan's little lover before, but he didn't know that Mr. Yan cared so much about this little lover.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with him, and he doesn't love gossip either.

Mu Xiaoxiao obediently let him lead him, lowering his head and not knowing what he was thinking.

Yin Shaojie didn't like her thinking about other men, especially when she was in front of him.

Even if that person already has a master.

He tapped her forehead, "Alright, don't think about it. ”

Mu Xiaoxiao came back to her senses, raised her head to look at him, and asked a little embarrassedly, "Ye Zhiyuan and that Mr. Yan...... Is it that kind of relationship? You seem to know that Mr. Yan, who is he? ”

Yin Shaojie didn't want to answer her words, so he stuffed her into the car.

Mu Xiaoxiao asked again.

Yin Shaoyu got into the main driver's seat, suddenly pinched her jaw, and blocked her small mouth.

After letting go, he said to her domineeringly, "You only have to think about me, do you hear?" ”