natural slag

Chapter 19

Gong Zhao's expression was a little unnatural, and he didn't want to deny it: "How is it possible."

There is absolutely nothing between him and Dr. Zhao.

It's not ambiguous if you don't hook up, otherwise Dr. Zhao can't be his personal doctor.

But if you want to talk about the relationship, there is really a little bit.

Doctor Zhao, whose full name is Zhao Huaishu, is the nephew of sister Gong Zhao's husband, commonly known as a distant relative.

This kinship relationship was only exposed after Zhao Huaishu became his personal doctor for half a year. Gong Zhao felt that Zhao Huaishu was using him well at that time, so he didn't change him for this reason, and the two got closer. Get closer.

As for what Han Chen was thinking, Gong Zhao didn't know.

After all, in Han Chen's eyes, Gong Zhao flirted with each other, and his bad nature remained unchanged.

Several times, Gong Zhao sent Han Chen out to be alone with Zhao Huaishu. Perhaps because of this, Han Chen believed that there was some ulterior entanglement between the two of them.

Han Chen looked at him with a smile, but the smile on his face didn't touch his heart.

"Let's go to the hospital." After a while, Han Chen said.

He glanced at Gong Zhao's swollen blue and red fingers, and sighed slightly, as a compromise to himself.

After being bandaged in the hospital, Gong Zhao's injuries were not serious. He was treated with medicine and wrapped in gauze. The wound should not touch water for a few days.

Han Chen drove the car, and Han Chen helped him roll up the sleeves, and Han Chen sent the man back.

"You have a good rest, I'm leaving first." After a busy day, Han Chen finally finished these trivial matters and was able to get away and go home.

"Han Chen." Gong Zhao called him lazily.

Han Chen was not surprised, and asked him without turning his head, "What's the matter?"

Gong Zhao: "Come early tomorrow."

Han Chen: "Okay."

After getting Han Chen's affirmative answer, Gong Zhao decisively let him go.

Injured his right hand, Gong Zhao didn't even talk about messing around, even his daily life was a problem. He unlocked the ability to brush his teeth with his left hand, eat with his left hand, and take a bath with his left hand.

The only accident was that the wound hit the water while taking a bath, which made him scream in pain.

The next day, Han Chen came an hour earlier than usual.

When Han Chen came, Gong Zhao was still eating. He used a spoon. Chen Qiu, the only idiot in the family, was holding chopsticks. He was the only one, eating with a spoon like a three-year-old child.

Due to inconvenience, Gong Jinyu and Gong Yi helped him pick up the dishes, which made Gong Zhao feel the feeling of stepping into an old life at an early age.

However, Gong Jinyu was particularly enthusiastic: "Father, tell me what you want to eat, and I will help you."

Gong Yi is not as enthusiastic as Gong Jinyu, and only when there is no food in Gong Zhao's bowl, he will properly refill him with a few dishes that Gong Zhao likes very much.

Gong Zhao knew very well that Gong Jinyu was taking care of him like a child.

Gong Zhao had a headache: "Eat your meal."

Hitting a snag at Gong Zhao, Gong Jinyu turned his target on Chen Qiu, and kept picking vegetables into Chen Qiu's bowl, making Chen Qiu frown:

I want, I can't finish it.

As soon as Han Chen arrived, Gong Zhao dropped the stainless steel spoon in his hand, got up and left the dining table.

Han Chen followed him into the study.

After the routine report on official business, because I came early, I have a lot of time left today.

Gong Zhao put one hand on his neckline and said to Han Chen in a negotiating tone, "Do me a favor while it's still early."

"What's the matter?" Han Chen instinctively told him that it was not a good thing.

Gong Zhao unbuttoned a button, and said the next words naturally: "I want to take a bath."

Han Chen was stunned.

Gong Zhao smiled shamelessly: "It's not like I haven't seen it before, so you shouldn't reject me, right?"

"Besides, I was hurt because of you."

"Can you bear it?"

Han Chen only felt that his breath was a little hotter than usual, so he suppressed the surge in his heart and gritted his teeth, "Okay."