Chapter 011 Who doesn’t know that you are my woman?

Chen Qingcang stretched out his long arms, held her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

The wheelchair slid a few steps back, and the driver was clear-headed and quick-witted. He grabbed the armrest and stabilized.

Qiao Xueyuan turned around and looked at Chen Qingcang in shock, "You...have you heard it? They said they wanted 180,000 yuan to change the car door, but they sold me, but there were no 180,000 yuan!"

Chen Qingcang kissed her plump lips lightly, "You are mine, who dares to sell you!"

Qiao Xueyuan's face turned red and she quickly broke free from his arms.

"Mr. Chen, why don't you do this? I'll compensate you with the tricycle and the flowers on the car?" she begged softly.

"Not good!" Chen Qingcang's face showed a playful smile.

Qiao Xueyuan was anxious, "But I really don't have the money to pay you!"

"Mr. Chen, do you want to call the police?" the driver suddenly asked.

"No, no, no, don't catch me!" Qiao Xueyuan's eyes suddenly turned red.

"Who doesn't know that you are my woman in Fengcheng? No one dares to catch you, don't worry!" Chen Qingcang pulled her back and fell back to his thigh.

His hands locked her slender waist and said to Chen Hai: "Go to the hospital!"

"Yes!" Chen Hai hurried over and took the wheelchair from the driver.

There were two people sitting in the wheelchair at this moment. Chen Hai felt that it was necessary to reinforce the wheelchair of their president.

It was a downhill place. He held the armrest of the wheelchair tightly, for fear that he would accidentally throw Chen Qingcang and Qiao Xueyuan.

Qiao Xueyuan sat on Shen Qingcang's lap, still sitting on pins and needles, "Mr. Chen, I'm not seriously injured. Buy some medicinal wine to wipe it off. It will be cured in a few days. You don't have to go to the hospital!"

Chen Qingcang seemed to have not heard her. After the driver drove the car over, he hugged Qiao Xueyuan and got into the car.

Qiao Xueyuan's eyes swept over his long legs, and said online that he was blind and lame, and she thought he was quite normal!

His eyes were sharp and terrifying, and his legs were straight and slender.

He just said that he was too lazy to walk and took a wheelchair.

Rich people have so many problems, it’s so weird!

When the car door was closed, Qiao Xueyuan turned around and looked at her old tricycle, her eyes full of reluctance.

Chen Hai opened the passenger door and was about to get on the bus when he heard Chen Qingcang's cold voice: "Chen Hai stayed, sold the flowers, and exchanged her for a... tricycle."

"Yes!" Chen Hai took the order.

Qiao Xueyuan looked at Chen Qingcang in surprise, "You...you asked him to sell flowers. Is it because you are useless?"

Chen Hai's face was full of dark lines. He would have fallen to the point of selling flowers, not because the president was interested in the flower girl.

If the president falls in love with fish and meat, he might be sent to the vegetable market to slaughter pigs and fish.

Chen Qingcang laughed and did not answer Qiao Xueyuan's question. As his assistant, Chen Hai should serve him.

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After arriving at the hospital, Qiao Xueyuan was dragged to undergo a series of examinations. Although her whole body was painful, fortunately, she did not hurt her bones.

Her elbows and knees had different degrees of scratches, and there were multiple soft tissue contusions on her body. The nurse applied medicine to her.

"Put ice within 24 hours, less activity. After 24 hours, you can use blood circulation and blood circulation and blood stasis-removing medicine wine or medicinal oil. When sitting or lying down, raise your legs to help reduce swelling. Eat a lighter diet and avoid spicy and irritating things." The doctor said while prescribing the medicine.

"Doctor, when will I get better?" Qiao Xueyuan asked, biting her lower lip.

"Soft tissue contusions usually recover from 7-10 days." After saying that, the doctor handed her the prescribed order, "Go and get the medicine!"

Qiao Xueyuan took the order and her little face wrinkled tightly.

The flowers in the flowerbed have not been sold yet, and my mother has not collected all her medical expenses, so how can she have time to rest?

After coming out of the clinic, Chen Qingcang generously gave his wheelchair to Qiao Xueyuan.

"Why are you so depressed and worried about being injured and affecting your flower sale?" Chen Qingcang's voice sounded in her ears.
Chapter completed!