This man must be courting death.
Lan Feng rolled and crawled out of the car, tears streaming down his face, wailing, "BOSS, are you okay? I’ll call a doctor imdiately."
Di Mingjue has a private doctor.
As Lan Feng shakily dialed on his phone, he sincerely repented, "It’s all my fault for not coming upstairs with you, look at you now. Ah, how am I gonna explain this! Hang in there, hang in there, I’ll call soone right away. Whoever hurt you, we’ll kill him!"
Gu Qibao couldn’t help laughing, she didn’t imagine Lan Feng to be such a funny guy, looking at his fawning attitude, it seed like Di Mingjue would die at any mont.
Di Mingjue glared at Lan Feng and kicked his butt, "I’m not gonna die, now drive us ho. I need to rest for three days."
He was injured, so he had the perfect excuse not to go to work and could stay ho with his wife for three days.
"Yes, yes, yes." Lan Feng hurriedly opened the car door, acting like a servile lackey, allowing them both to get in.
Once they were on the road, Lan Feng kept muttering, "BOSS, why didn’t you tell you were going to fight? Even though you’re a great fighter, you shouldn’t physically involve yourself. You could have just called and had be your shield. Look at these injuries you have, you’re even bleeding, poor is so scared..."
"Shut up!" Di Mingjue rolled his eyes and raised the barrier, blocking Lan Feng’s chatter from reaching them.
Gu Qibao couldn’t help laughing and covering her mouth, Lan Feng was quite entertaining.
Seeing her laugh made Di Mingjue happy too. He lazily flopped onto the seat, poked at Gu Qibao, and his beautiful eyelashes fluttered at her, "I’m hurt."
Gu Qibao blinked too. Emma, was this Di third son’s way of acting cute?
"I know." Gu Qibao held his hand and checked it, feeling sowhat heartbroken. She blew on it twice and asked him, "Does it hurt?"
Di Mingjue blinked again, lightly licked his sexy thin lips and said, "If you kiss it a couple of tis, it won’t hurt."
Di family’s third son sure has a unique way of acting cute.
Gu Qibao didn’t refute. She took his hand and gently pecked at the bruised area, "Is it better now?"
"And here." Di Mingjue, with pride, pointed at his lips. His thin lips slightly pursed, revealing a certain cold beauty yet carrying a crafty smile of triumph.
Gu Qibao’s eyes widened, suddenly feeling that Di Mingjue’s behavior was quite cheap!
But also very cute!
In any case, it made her little heart beat rapidly.
Gu Qibao turned red and shyly moved closer, asking, "Does this also need a kiss?"
"Of course." Di Mingjue pressed her onto the seat and kissed her lips, voicing his dissatisfaction, "One kiss is not enough, I need many, many more."
Gu Qibao was captivated, he wanted many, many more!
"Yes, my dear Duke." Gu Qibao cupped his face and kissed his lips.
His lips had a taste of blood, salty and astringent with a touch of sweetness. Gu Qibao couldn’t help but feel a little ache in her nose.
Upon feeling her tenderness, Di Mingjue passionately kissed her in return; his kiss was fiery and dominant.
Upon returning ho, Di third son luxuriously lay on the bed, enjoying the patient treatnt.
Watching his wife running around to get his first-aid kit and water, he felt imnsely contented.
However, he felt slightly disappointed because he couldn’t eat at!
Thinking of this, Di third son’s mood turned sour.
He was originally injured and rightfully entitled to so comfort, but now...
No, he couldn’t just sit and wait for his fate! He had to go and ask in detail!
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