Chapter 1781 You Must only Think About Me (4)

"That... I'm Ye Zhiyuan's friend, I'm sorry, I thought you were arguing, so..." She stammered, not knowing how to organize her words, and began to regret why she didn't listen to Yin Shaojie.

President Yan said softly, "He's drunk."

Mu Xiaoxiao hurriedly nodded and said, "It can be seen, how could he be so drunk? Was he..."

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

"He's in a bad mood." Mr. Yan explained, his voice was still cold, as if he had no mood swings.

Mu Xiaoxiao subconsciously asked, "What's wrong with him? Why is he in a bad mood?"

She was purely concerned about Ye Zhiyuan.

President Yan said, "I quarreled with you."

Mu Xiaoxiao, "..."

The drunken Ye Zhiyuan staggered a step, as if he understood their conversation, he shouted.

"Who is arguing with you! What right do I have to quarrel with you! What am I...I am nothing..."

Ye Zhiyuan seemed to be unable to stand still, he was staggering, and looked like he was about to fall backwards.

Boss Yan grabbed his long arm and held him firmly in his arms, letting him lean against himself.

"Okay, there's no quarrel, let's deal with the wound first, be good."

The tone is very cold, but the words that come out seem to be coaxing people.

His big hand was on Ye Zhiyuan's head, as if he was trying to comfort a rabid cat, he was very patient, stroking it up and down.

Ye Zhiyuan became quieter, resting his head on his chest, and rubbed against him.

Mu Xiaoxiao, "..."

This scene made her feel like she was being abused.

She suddenly understood Han Qiqing's feeling of being abused and calling the police every time she saw her being intimate with Yin Shaojie.

Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a while before recovering her voice, "Is he... injured?"

"Well, hands." Mr. Yan cherished words like gold.

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

"I'll take him into the ward first." Boss Yan nodded politely to the two, then put his arms around Ye Zhiyuan and entered the next ward.

The doctors and nurses at the side quickly followed in and treated Ye Zhiyuan's wound.

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

Yin Shaojie took her hand and interrupted her thoughts.

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

It's just that the hand is a little damaged, and a VIP ward has to be specially set up so that the director-level doctor can treat the wound.

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

Of course, these have nothing to do with him, and he doesn't like gossip.

Mu Xiaoxiao obediently let him lead her away, lowering her head, wondering what she 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, "Okay, don't think about it."

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

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

Mu Xiaoxiao asked again.

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

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