Chapter 508: If Chu doesn't come, you're not arrogant.

Chu Cuiyi went to the side of the road, and Shu Shu opened the door for him.
Chu Niyi looked back at Mo Luyu, who was still standing there.
"Also, if I really like her, just learn to stay away from her and don't cause any trouble for her." Chu Cuiyi said, and stooped into the car.
The last string of Mo Luyu was completely broken, and his fist smashed on the railing, but the pain from his hand was more than the pain in his heart.
His likeness brought trouble to her; that trouble made her approach Chu Chuyi completely.
It was ironic, so he pushed her to Chu Muyi's side.
Chu Cuiyi sat in the car and told Chu Shu to go to the hospital and began to organize his clothes.
"Master, don't you need to tell the old lady about this?" Uncle Chu said with concern.
Chu Cuiyi slowly raised his head, looking at the figure farther and farther from the rearview mirror, with a touch of depth in his eyes.
"Uncle Chu, everyone in the Chu family is indulging in the Mo family to protect the Mo family. It is also time to resist." Chu Cuiyi said lightly, and the person in the rearview mirror completely disappeared. Grandma has a relationship, and no one can deny it. "
"Actually Miss Three—" What did Uncle Chu want to say, but he finally shut up.
The car sped away and completely disappeared into the night sky.
Shui Anluo was awakened in the middle of the night. She reached out to touch Qiao Yaruan, and Qiao Yaruan suddenly woke up.
"The wound hurts." Shui Anluo bit his pillow and shivered, and it was clear that she was crying in pain, and the analgesic had no effect at all.
"Wait a minute, I'll get painkillers." Qiao Yaruan quickly got out of bed and ran straight out.
Qiao Yaruan had just gone out, and Chu Jiyi, who was sitting at the door watching documents, got up. When he returned, he found that they had fallen asleep, but didn't go in, just preparing for Yuanxiang Technology's capital injection tomorrow.
"what happened?"
Qiao Yaruan didn't have time to speak and ran straight to the duty room to get medicine.
Chu Jiyi put down the documents in his hand and strode forward. As soon as he entered the door, he heard Shui Anluo's cries of depression. He strode to the bed and reached out to hug the person. "What's wrong?"
Shui Anluo looked up, with tears on a small face. "It hurts."
There was tears on Shui Anluo's face, and sweat on his forehead.
Chu Cuiyi looked at her with distress, holding her tightly, wishing she could hurt her.
Qiao Yaruan ran back quickly and took the syringe directly.
Qiao Yaruan methodically pumped the liquid into a syringe and then prepared to give her a subcutaneous injection.
Shui Anluo held his arm in pain.
"Don't be arrogant, hurry, your head doesn't hurt, right?" Qiao Ya Ruan snorted.
Chu Cuiyi pulled her arm out and motioned to Qiao Yaruan.
Shui Anluo held his arm with one hand, closed his eyes tightly and endured the double-layer pain, and scolded Lan Xin from the beginning to the end again. If it wasn't for her, he would not have suffered this crime.
No, it's Yuan Jiayi!
Blame Yuan Jiayi.
Qiao Yaruan looked at Shui Anluo, who still hadn't stopped after she injected, and despised, "You will never come to Chu and you will not be arrogant."
Shui Anluo turned her head and stared at Qiao Yaruan fiercely with her bunny eyes. Did she really cry? How else did she try to make a hole in her head?
Chu Cuiyi pressed the place where she had shot, and patted her back gently with the other hand to soothe her hairiness. He likes his girl to be emotional in front of him.