"Walk slowly, then walk into the house one by one?" he said.

She was speechless, her teeth bit her lower lip lightly, and a light blush appeared on her cheeks.

Even though he hugged her at this time, maybe he thought she was walking slowly or because of sympathy, but getting close to him like this gave her a long-lost sense of security in his arms.

Ye Wenming hugged Zhuo Qianyun and walked all the way to the living room. Then he carefully placed Zhuo Qianyun on the sofa, and then instructed the servant, "Go and bring the medicine box, and then ask Nurse Ruan to come over and see the wound on the wife's feet."

"Yes." The servant responded, hurriedly left the living room and went to find Ruan Manluo.

The other servants who stayed in the living room looked at this scene with some surprise in their eyes. As for Zhuo Qianyun's previous question of whether there was a medicine box, but the servant who rejected her, there was a look of fear on her face at this moment.

I was very afraid that Zhuo Qianyun would tell Ye Wenming about this, and that her job would be out of order by then.

You know, although you are just a servant in the Ye family, your salary is higher than that of many white-collar workers outside, and your work is not tiring. Such a job cannot be found casually.

Ruan Manluo soon came to the living room, and the servant who went to get the medicine box also came over with the medicine box.

"Mr. Ye, you called me..." Ruan Manluo asked.

"Look at the wife's feet, her feet twisted." Ye Wenming said.

Ruan Manluo was shocked. This was the first time Ye Wenming called Mrs. Zhuo Qianyun in front of everyone. The "Madam" undoubtedly declared Zhuo Qianyun's identity in front of everyone, so that everyone should not forget that this woman is the hostess of the Ye family!

"Yes." Ruan Manluo responded, walked to Zhuo Qianyun, squatted down, lifted up Zhuo Qianyun's trousers, and began to check the other party's ankles.

But this posture made Ruan Manluo a little embarrassed. At this moment, Zhuo Qianyun was sitting on the sofa, like the head of the house's mistress, but she was crouching and squatting on the ground, like a low-key concubine.

What's even more embarrassing is that Zhuo Qianyun's ankle injury was caused by her, and she didn't know whether the stairs were involved. Did Zhuo Qianyun tell Mr. Ye?

Ruan Manluo guessed nervously. After a moment, she stood up and said, "There is no big problem with the wife's ankle, she is just a sprain and red and swollen. You can get rid of it after taking the medicine for a few days."

As she said, she took out a bottle of plaster from the medicine box and was about to hand it to Zhuo Qianyun, but Ye Wenming pulled the bottle from her hand first, then bent her knees and squatted in front of Zhuo Qianyun, and personally applied medicine to her!

"Don't move." With Ye Wenming's low and soft moan, he took off her shoes and socks first, held her feet with one hand, and applied ointment to her with the other hand.

The cool ointment slowly penetrated into her skin as he applied it, which made her feel that the hot feeling on her ankles had been greatly relieved.

After he applied the ointment for her, he picked her up again and walked towards her room.

Zhuo Qianyun could feel that the servants were looking at them all the time.

Until he entered the room, he placed her on the bed and then placed the ointment bottle on the bedside table, "Remember to follow the instructions, three times a day."

After saying that, he turned around and planned to leave.

"Wait!" She suddenly shouted at him, "Just... did you do it on purpose?" She deliberately hugged him with a disability in front of everyone and applied medicine to her.
Chapter completed!