Chapter 20 Mr. Huo, your girlfriend?

re too fast. He immediately grabbed her slender waist and lightly caressed it back and forth..."Is that so""And you Do you love me"“When we were doing it, you held me and called for Shaoting... are yo...In the midst of chaos, Wen Man was lifted up.

She leaned against Huo Shaoting's embrace, his arms warm and carrying a faint, pleasant scent of masculinity.

The abandoned warehouse fades into the distance...

Wen Man's tightly strung nerves finally relaxed, she gently closed her eyes, and immediately felt dizzy.

"Huo Shaoting," she choked out his name, clutching at his shirt.

Ho Shaoting looked down and saw Wen Man's face pale.

Wen Man leaned against him, weakly saying, “I got hit on the back of my head, I might have a concussion.”

Huo Shaoting wasted no time and immediately drove her to the hospital.

Wen Man was lying in the back seat, feeling sick.

She wanted to vomit!

Ho Shao-ting drove with one hand and dialed a phone number.

My friend Shao Ting told me that you have a friend who would like to meet you.

Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes.

……

After Ho Shaoting's call, he glanced at the rearview mirror and asked in a gentle voice, "Is it hard"

Wen Man closed her eyes, humming softly in pain.

That short, broken sound was almost heartbreaking to hear.

Ho Shao-ting's voice was hoarse: "We'll be at the hospital in a while."

In her pain, Wen Man vaguely thought: Unexpectedly, a man like Huo Shaoting could also be gentle.

Upon arrival at the hospital, thanks to Huo Shaoting's connections, we were immediately taken to the emergency room for an X-ray.

That Dr. Lin took the film, held it up and looked at it, then smiled faintly: “It’s fine, just a mild concussion! Stay in the hospital for two days of observation.”

Ho Shao-ting thanked him.

Dr. Lin looked at Wen Man and then asked with a smile, "Girlfriend"

Ho Shaoting said reservedly, "A client, just happened to meet."

"It's a client!" Dr. Lin still smiled: "Shao Ting, you take the client lady to handle the hospitalization procedures. I'll have the nurse come over later to start an IV."

Huo Shaoting did not elaborate.

He took Wen Man to the ward and paid her hospital fees.

Wen Man was filled with gratitude, she wanted to transfer the money to him, but she felt so unwell she could only lie in bed and fight against the dizziness...Dazed, she fell asleep.

When she woke up, the IV needle had been removed.

Wen Man was feeling better. She gently turned her head and saw through the window that dusk had already settled outside.

A tall figure stood by the window, talking on his phone with a low voice.

is Huo Shaoting.

Wen Man leaned against the pillow and watched him quietly.

Ho Shaoting has a great figure, at 186cm tall, perfect for an East Asian woman to lean on! Wen Man had met him several times and had to admit that even if Mr. Ho wasn't so wealthy, there would still be plenty of women chasing after him.

After finishing the phone call, Huo Shaoting turned around and met Wen Man's gaze.

She was very quiet, her pale little face resting against the pillow, with a special kind of fragile beauty.

Ho Shao-ting was tempted, but his expression remained indifferent: "How much longer do you want to watch"

Wen Man's face flushed, and she softly said, "I want to drink some water."

She originally thought Huo Shaoting would call a nurse, but she didn't expect him to pour her a cup of warm water himself, walk over to the bedside and sit down, then pull her into his embrace.

Wen Man was forced to lean against his chest, she struggled slightly: "Mr. Huo, I can do it myself!"

Ho Shaoting glanced at her.

His deep eyes showed no emotion, but were very serious.

Wen Man dared not argue, so she simply leaned against his shoulder and drank water from the cup in his hand, taking small sips. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she felt like he had hugged her a little tighter.

Just then, the door to the ward opened.

As soon as Dr. Lin entered the ward, he saw the intimate scene inside. He smiled kindly and said, "How are you feeling, Ms. Customer"ely, but stared at the study door, where Mingzhu had already vanished.Lu Qian's Adam's apple rolled slightly.He pressed the answer button, and a cute voice came from the other end.The little girl was...