Chapter 1250: The daughter of the maid VS the chaebol III 5
Shu Ange was riding on Si Yunting, his face was almost on his face, his hands were still on his chest, his posture was extremely ambiguous.
Si Yunting's pupils suddenly dilated, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to push Shu Ange away.
Suddenly, Shu Ange was pushed to the ground, her head hit the corner of the table, and with a thud, tears welled up in her eyes.
The ambiguous atmosphere disappeared, and it seemed like a full martial arts had just been staged between the two.
Si Yunting sat up from the ground, looked down at the rash on his arm, and looked at Shu Ange.
Poor Shu Ange had a severe headache, and was worried that his favorability rating would drop to a negative number, so he could only cover his head and explain, "Young Master Yun! "
Si Yunting's Jianmei frowned and remained silent, realizing that he had done something that was not very authentic just now - he pushed his savior to the ground.
He got up and opened the drawer, opened the medicine bottle, poured two white pills on the white handkerchief, raised his head and swallowed it.
"The target character's favorability is +10, and the current favorability is 15."
The favorability of cleaning is reduced by 5 points, and the grace of saving life is only increased by 10 points, so Si Yunting's life is about equal to cleaning twice.
Thinking of this, Shu Ange burst out laughing, and after being swept by Si Yunting's sharp sword-like gaze, he restrained a little.
Shu Ange rubbed his waist and stood up, leaning on the table, still looking at Si Yunting with a bit of embarrassment and caution. Although she had no choice but to save people, the two did have zero-distance contact just now.
"Young Master Yun, do you need any other help? Would you like to take you to the hospital?"
Shu Ange put her voice down as soft as a kitten, and the scene just now really frightened her.
Si Yunting put the medicine bottle back in the drawer, and then tugged at his tie a little irritably: "No, I want to change my clothes and clean the office."
"Okay, Young Master Yun!"
Shu Ange straightened up like a robot. After Si Yunting left the room, she quietly opened the drawer and wrote down the bottle of medicine he took before.
It is printed in German, and Shu Ange can only understand English and some French, so I can't read the words on it.
But when she received the original owner's memory before, she did not receive any information that the original owner had other diseases. Perhaps Si Yunting's illness was a secret, and thinking of this, Shu Ange thought it was very possible.
Because Si Yunting hated getting along with people, he always kept medicines in his drawer. If he got sick, he would just take the medicine himself.
After Si Yunting returned to the bedroom, he closed the door and stood on the balcony with his hands on the railing, his eyes darkened, and he fell into contemplation.
He usually does not like to be in contact with people, especially women, not only because of his cleanliness, but also because he is prone to allergic symptoms.
Just like just now, before Liu Shiying touched him, he already felt uncomfortable and had nausea in his stomach.
But... in Si Yunting's mind, Shu Ange's smiling face appeared, and she was leaning on the desk, enduring the pain and trying to explain.
Her touch didn't make him react strangely.
Looking down at the clothes on his body, Si Yunting left the balcony, walked to the cloakroom, changed his clothes again, and threw his clothes into the clothes basket at the same time.
Shu Ange was carefully cleaning in the office, and there was a tingling pain in the back of her head from time to time, which made her very uncomfortable.
When she was finally done, Shu Ange straightened up, suddenly felt dizzy and had a dull pain in her head. She took a step back, tripped on a chair and knocked the folder on the desk to the ground.
Shu Ange frowned, put her hand behind her head, and touched a large bag. She touched it carefully, and her fingers felt a little wet.
She took a deep breath, and with a depressed mood, moved her hand little by little to her eyes—blood! Sure enough it was blood. The knock just now was so ruthless that it smashed her head directly.
Shu Ange sighed, and after enduring the pain, he went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and decided to open the medicine box by himself, and look in the mirror to simply bandage the broken parts.
She put the cleaning tools away, went out of Si Yunting's bedroom door, and went to the family infirmary to unearth the medicine box. Just as she was about to clean her wounds, a cold question suddenly came from outside the door.
"Are you a doctor?"
Shu Ange was startled, and the iodine bottle in her hand fell to the ground with a snap. She looked up at Si Yunting nervously, thinking that her identity had been exposed.
"No—no."
The iodine shattered into a purple flower on the clean and tidy floor, and Si Yunting's face darkened even more with the naked eye.
She defended herself weakly and turned her head quickly, trying to dispel Si Yunting's suspicions.
"Since you're not a doctor, why don't you go to the hospital if you're injured?"
"?"
Is Si Yunting caring about her? Shu Ange was a little confused.
"It's just a minor injury, you don't need to go to the hospital."
Si Yunting had a cold poker face and gave Shu Ange a death stare. She immediately stopped the chilling back and replied loudly: "Suddenly I feel a headache, it's time to go to the hospital."
Going out is a risk, but considering that I have no experience in dealing with trauma, if the wound becomes inflamed or tetanus, it is not fun.
"Come on, I'll take you to the hospital."
"!"
Si Yunting's words made Shu Ange's heartbeat jump to "140".
Did she hear it wrong, or Si Yunting went crazy, and even offered to take her to the hospital, Shu Ange looked at him dumbfounded, and in exchange he frowned and narrowed his eyes.
"Not leaving yet?"
"Go, go, go now."
Si Yunting took the initiative to care about her. This was a good opportunity to cultivate feelings and enter his heart. Shu Ange was overjoyed and couldn't help showing a smile.
A cold gaze pierced at Shu Ange, and Si Yunting's ruthless voice sounded again: "Put away the messy thoughts in your mind, I just don't want to cause death at home."
Shu Ange's smile was embarrassed on his face, and he tried his best to keep his face calm and calm: "Thank you, Young Master Yun, I didn't think too much about it."
Si Yunting put his hand in his pocket, glanced critically at Shu Ange from top to bottom, turned and walked towards the door.
She looked down at her outfit and considered whether to change her clothes. Si Yunting had already left the door.
After weighing the pros and cons, Shu Ange gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and decided to wear a maid's uniform to go out. Anyway, the maid's uniform of the Si family is also a famous brand for purchasing.
Shu Ange thought that Si Yunting would let the driver take her to the hospital, but he didn't expect that he actually sat in the co-pilot himself.
She stood at the car door and hesitated, not knowing whether to sit in the front or the back.
Si Yunting put on his sunglasses and sat in the driver's seat, the famous watch on his wrist gleaming in the sunlight.
After several struggles, Shu Ange decided to sit in the back row. Just as her hand touched the back door handle, Si Yunting's cool voice rang in her ears.
"Am I the driver?"
[Haha, a poor little Ange]