Chapter 25 I can accompany you

Su Qiao and Lu Jing looked at each other, stood up at the same time, pushed past the crowd and walked out.

The man who was looking for trouble just now was lying on the ground not far away, motionless.

Su Qiao went over to take a look and carefully examined him.

Then she took out the acupuncture knife and pricked the corresponding acupuncture points.

"How can you do this?" someone asked Su Qiao.

Su Qiao said, "Call an ambulance now. He may be dead before the car comes."

Some people were still questioning, but Lu Jing stopped everyone and supported Su Qiao, "Acupuncture will be applied to these acupuncture points."

Su Qiao looked at Lu Jing and said, "You think the same as I do."

The two of them cooperated, and within a short time, injections were placed on some key acupuncture points.

A few minutes later, the man slowly opened his eyes. After a while, he saw clearly that it was Su Qiao and Lu Jing in front of him. He immediately went crazy and pushed Su Qiao away.

Su Qiao held a needle in his hand. Unprepared, he would suddenly go crazy and be scratched by the needle.

Before she could escape, the man pushed him again and stepped on her hand.

Someone came up to stop him, but the man just pushed those people away as if he was completely crazy.

Su Qiao wanted to get up, but was hit by someone and fell to the ground again.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the man rushing towards her, raising his foot to kick her, but she couldn't avoid it at all, so she instinctively raised her arm to block it.

The body lightened up, and the expected pain did not come. Instead, the man's painful wails were heard.

Su Qiao slowly opened her eyes, and Fu Yanxiu's superior jawline came into view.

Fu Yanxiu's eyes were cold, looking down at the man.

The man was kicked so hard that he couldn't get up now.

He lowered his head and looked at Su Qiao, his eyes falling on her hands, which were very red and swollen, and his brows furrowed a little deeper.

"Are you a doctor or a monk?" Fu Yanxiu's voice was deep.

Su Qiao didn't feel pain at first, but as soon as his words came out, Su Qiao felt pain all over her body.

When it comes to assassinating people, Fu Yanxiu is second best and no one is first.

Seeing that she pursed her lips and said nothing, Fu Yanxiu sighed softly, turned around and walked to the lounge.

The man kicked open the door of the lounge, turned around and closed it again. He placed Su Qiao on the sofa, grabbed her hand and looked at it.

He used a lot of force, and Su Qiao hissed in pain.

Fu Yanxiu paused his hand and relaxed his strength, but his voice was still hard, "Need to go to the hospital?"

Su Qiao took his hand back, checked it himself, shook his head, lowered his eyes, and said lightly, "No need."

Fu Yanxiu glanced at her for a few times, stood up and walked aside, took out his mobile phone and made a call, "Bring it over right away."

He walked back and sat next to Su Qiao, and the two of them remained silent.

Embarrassment crawled up his back. Su Qiao thought this was too strange, so he stood up and said, "I'm going out first."

As soon as she took a step out, she was pulled by the man. Her feet had been twisted just now. This time, she lost her balance and fell onto his lap.

The man groaned, then chuckled, "You're pretty good at it."

Su Qiao, "...You're overthinking it. It's just because of my foot pain."

Fu Yanxiu raised his hand to touch her ankle, lifted up the hem of her wide-leg trousers, looked down and saw she was a little red.

He laughed angrily and said, "Su Qiao, you are here to treat a disease, or you are here to suffer. If you can't do it, then don't do it."

Su Qiao's heart was pricked.

She tried not to have an attack and tried to go down, but her waist tightened and she was hugged back again.

"Let go!"

"Are you so angry with your patients?"

Being unreasonable, Su Qiao yelled, "Fu Yanxiu, I didn't ask you to help me."

He suddenly came out and really became the savior, commenting on her work casually?

Not only was Fu Yanxiu not angry, he nodded meaningfully, "If you don't want me to help you, who are you waiting for? Kong Youqing or Lu Jing?"

Forget it about Kong Youqing, what happened to Guan Lujing?

Su Qiao was speechless, "Can you please stop dragging other people into this?"

"You just met today for the first time, and you're protecting him like this?" Fu Yanxiu narrowed his eyes, which was a sign of anger.

But Su Qiao didn't want to care whether he was angry or not, and emphasized, "That's my idol."

"Idol?" Fu Yanxiu sneered, "Why, do you still want fans to be on top?"

No way to talk, really no way to talk.

Su Qiao, "You have such a big idea, why don't you write online articles?"

Fu Yanxiu pinched her chin and asked her to come closer to him, "I don't have as big a brain as you, and I can accommodate so many men."

The two were in a stalemate, and neither could convince the other.

There was a knock on the door.

Su Qiao froze. Those who came today were all big names in the industry, or celebrities in the industry. She didn't want people to know about his disgraceful relationship with Fu Yanxiu.

She struggled to get up, but Fu Yanxiu held her calmly, "Who?"

Fangzheng's voice came from outside, and Su Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Yanxiu sneered, "Come in."

Su Qiao's eyes widened instantly. Even for Fang Zheng, it was still inappropriate for him to see her sitting in Fu Yanxiu's arms like this.

But the man didn't want to let her go at all.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Su Qiao closed her eyes and turned away.

Fang Zheng lowered his head and placed something on the floor, not daring to look at anything. "Mr. Fu, the thing is here."

"Well, get out."

"Yes." Fang Zheng went out and closed the door again.

Su Qiao slowly opened her eyes. Fu Yan stretched out his slender hand, hooked up a box and placed it next to him, "Let's see, which one should I use?"

Su Qiao looked over and saw that it was her medical kit.

There were so many people just now and some of the bottles of potion were knocked over and scattered. Fortunately, the needle knife was still there.

She pursed her lips and pushed Fu Yanxiu, "Let me down."

Fu Yanxiu disagreed, "Just treat it here."

Su Qiao was speechless, too lazy to pay attention to him, and bent down to look for something useful.

A cold feeling ran down her back, and a warm hand touched her lower back. She froze, and then a man's low and hoarse voice came to her ears, "Is this how you treat people?"

Su Qiao quickly reached out to touch it, and the clothes on her lower waist tore open at some point.

It's not too revealing, but it's definitely unsightly.

She straightened up and tried to cover it with her hand, but the man slapped her hand away, "You don't want your hand anymore? Apply the medicine quickly."

It doesn't matter if Su Qiao is covering her face now, or not if she doesn't.

One hand fell on the medicine box, and the other fell on the lower back, just there stiffly, the posture was a bit silly.

After a moment, the man chuckled, leaned into her ear and asked, "My dear, what are you afraid of?"

What is she afraid of? I'm not afraid that this man will get interested and go crazy at any time.

The man seemed to understand her mind, and his smile became wider, "I haven't thought about it yet, dear, you should think about it first."

As he spoke, he rubbed the shell of her ear with the tip of his tall nose, and his voice became a little hoarse, "If you want, I can accompany you."

"You know I've always followed you on this matter."