Chapter 1689 You Are My Blazing Sun (441)

Awu wore a white vest with a black shirt and black trousers today, which was very ordinary. The buttons of the black shirt were open. Now his right arm was injured and a bloody wound was pulled out.

Awu looked down at his wound and didn't care. He just said lightly, "It's okay, a minor injury."

"Even if it's a minor injury, you have to deal with it to prevent the wound from getting infected and inflamed." Xuan Yingluo insisted.

Everyone started to deal with the scene. Xuan Yingluo took Awu back to the office. She took out the medicine box and disinfected him with a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant. "I want to suture your wound. There is no anesthetic here. Can you bear the pain? Otherwise, let's go to the hospital for treatment?"

Awu sat on the sofa and looked at Xuan Yingluo. "This minor injury is nothing. Just sew it directly."

"Then bear the pain."

Xuan Yingluo took out the needle and thread and helped him suture the wound skillfully.

"Aren't you in the hospital? Why did you run over?" Xuan Yingluo asked.

Ah Wu looked at her palm-sized beautiful face, "Then why did you ask the director to transfer money to me?"

"Then do you need money?"

"Don't you need my help too?"

Xuan Yingluo quickly denied, "I don't need your help. Even if you don't come, I can still do it."

A Wu reached out, and his slender and powerful fingers pinched her beautiful face, dragging her face in front of his eyes, "How did you do it, just with this beautiful face? That's right, the most beautiful woman in Z country, when the veil was removed to reveal her true face, even the robber was stunned."

There was a bit of ridicule in his careless tone, and Xuan Yingluo quickly pushed his hand, "What are you doing, let me go, you are already married, can you have some self-awareness as a married man?"

The two faces are now very close, and his clear breathing is sprayed on the skin of her face, and the atmosphere is really ambiguous.

Ah Wu did not let her go, but just curved his thin lips, "You often mention my wife, do you mind my wife's existence?"

"I don't..."

Xuan Yingluo's words stopped abruptly, because Ah Wu's rough thumb suddenly covered her red lips.

His fingertips were covered with a layer of calluses, rubbing back and forth on her delicate red lips, rubbing a frosted touch, Xuan Yingluo's heart skipped a beat and looked up at him, only to see his deep black eyes also fell on her eyes, looking at her fiercely and directly.

Xuan Yingluo turned her head and tried to avoid it.

But Ah Wu's fingers became heavier, rubbing back and forth until her red lips lost color, "Do you want me to kiss you?"

What did he say?

Xuan Yingluo felt her face was burning, and quickly turned red like a cooked shrimp. She reached out and slapped his big palm away, "No, thank you."

Awu let go of his hand, and the two of them distanced themselves, letting the ambiguity dissipate. Xuan Yingluo continued to lower her head to help him sew up his wound.

"What's the disease of that Juan? If necessary, I can introduce you to an expert in this field." Xuan Yingluo said.

Awu put his left arm behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. "Actually, there is no serious disease. It's just that I hid in the closet with you that day. When I went home, she found the fragrance you left on me. She was very angry and committed suicide by cutting her wrists."

Xuan Yingluo paused and looked at him.