"Since you don't want to accompany you, just leave." Mu Zelie said lightly, his attitude as if he was treating a stranger.

An Ran was stunned. The words just now were just a moment of anxiety. Now when he heard Mu Zelie say this, he couldn't help but feel a chill.

"What do you mean?" An Ran looked at Mu Zelie with some anxiety, but the man was too indifferent and still doing his own thing, as if he didn't take what he just said at all.

And this attitude made An Ran difficult to accept. She didn't understand what was going on, but Mu Zelie's attitude was too strange.

Mu Zelie pretended to be like this and looked at her coldly, "It's what it means on the surface."

Anran tried hard to suppress the anger in her heart. She was not an act of indignation. After taking deep breaths, she finally calmed down, looked at Mu Zelie, and asked, "Mu Zelie, what do you mean, or is it because of that?" She knew that the previous incident was very serious, but she was not so angry, and she was the real victim. Logically speaking, she was not the one who deserved comfort. Isn't it her?

Mu Zelie shook his head, "You're thinking too much."

An Ran shook hands, let go, and said, "I know we are all angry now, so, okay not to say it for the time being? Let's talk carefully until we all think it through." After that, regardless of what Mu Zelie reacted, he walked out of the study.

Mu Zelie pushed the documents placed aside behind her, staring at the cell phone next to her. After a long time, he finally picked up the phone.

"Young Master?" Zhipeng couldn't help but be surprised when he received a call in the room.

Mu Zelie answered lightly, lowered his voice, and gave Zhipeng some instructions.

"Young Master, are you saying true? Do you have to do this?" Zhipeng's surprise was even more serious. The sudden change made him unexpectedly.

Mu Zelie said firmly: "You just follow my arrangement and implement it. I will deal with what happens."

"But..." Zhipeng was still a little hesitant. Is this really OK?

Mu Zelie said sternly: "Are you going to go against my wishes?"

Zhipeng could only answer: "Of course not. I will handle this matter well, please rest assured, Master."

Mu Zelie hung up the phone and leaned on the chair weakly, his eyes empty, and he looked at the ceiling.

Anran returned to her room and tried hard to calm her emotions, but she still couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable. Mu Zelie's attitude just now really made her recall the previous scene. At that time, Mu Zelie lost her memory, making her not know what to do? No matter what she said, the other party could not respond at all. I don't know what to do so that she could ask for such a dilemma.

Just change your attention. An Ran tried hard to stop thinking about Mu Zelie's cold attitude just now. He picked up the needle that he had not moved for a long time and began to embroider it casually.

"Ah!" A heart-wrenching pain came from my fingers. An Ran looked at the red cloth with a little depressed look. Did it take too long to do it, which led to such a result? Or was there something in his heart?

The answer is self-evident.

Holding the wound that was constantly oozing, An Ran didn't plan to deal with it, but thought that his hands had to be done quickly, otherwise the design of the studio prepared with Qiuyu would definitely be delayed.

"Zhipeng, can you help me with the wound?" He stood upstairs and shouted. An Ran didn't know why he didn't use the phone in the room, but instead ran out. He couldn't figure it out, An Ran gave up.

Zhipeng listened below and immediately went upstairs, "Miss An, what happened?" While speaking, Zhipeng's eyes were looking at the movement in the study.

An Ran showed her fingers that had been pricked and said, "Is there any way to make this wound heal quickly? I will have important things in the future, and I will definitely not be delayed."

Zhipeng looked at it, "I'll go find the best medicine. Miss An, you're resting in the room, I'll take the medicine here soon."

An Ran nodded, looked at the study unconsciously, withdrew her gaze in disappointment, and nodded at Zhipeng, "Okay, thank you."

"Miss An, you are kind." Zhipeng replied.

An Ran showed a bleak smile and turned around and walked into the room. A faint pain came into her heart. It turned out that she could no longer let the other party care? She thought that she rushed out foolishly just now, for fear that the other party would not hear it. She could not hear it so loudly. I think it was because she didn't want to pay attention to it.

When she thought of this, her heart felt a lot more painful.

Lying on the bed, she felt a little powerless. She didn't know what Mu Zelie was thinking. She couldn't guess thoroughly. She was so anxious that she couldn't do anything, but she had no choice.

I don’t know how long it took, but the ringing rang outside the door. An Ran stood up and opened the door. The person standing outside the door was Zhipeng, and there was someone he didn’t know next to him.

"Miss An, the doctor is here, let him bandage the wound for you."

An Ran nodded and signaled the two of them to come in, her eyes couldn't help looking in that direction. The expected result made her not know how to react at all.

"Miss An, please stretch out your hand." The doctor ordered her.

An Ran nodded and stretched out her hand. The small wound on it seemed to be a little bit too small, but it was her originally planned strategy. Now it seems that it is just a joke in other people's ideas.

"Ms. An, this medicine is more irritating, but it is very beneficial for the recovery of wounds. This medicine is relatively mild. Of course, the effect is not so fast. Miss An, which medicine do you choose to use? "When I looked at her fingers, took out two different medicines from the drink, and asked.

An Ran gritted her teeth, looked at the two bottles of medicine, and replied, "If you can use any one, hurry up, you can use this hand." So what if it hurts a little, in her opinion, it's just like this, and nothing can make her feel important.

The doctor nodded, ordered some medicine with a cotton swab, and then began to apply it to Anran's hands.

It was indeed a irritating drug. As soon as it was put on, An Ran felt that the piercing pain became even more intense. It was indeed the most painful existence that was connected to the heart with ten fingers.

The stimulating smell came from the potion, which made An Ran unable to help but shed tears.

"Miss An, please bear it. If you apply this medicine, you will be fine soon." The doctor said immediately when he saw that she couldn't bear the pain.

An Ran shook her head, "No, I will be able to endure it soon." The pain continued. I don't know when it would last, but she still insisted, but tears fell down little by little, and in the end it became more and more.

She didn't know if it hurt too much or something, but it really made her uncomfortable.

"Miss An, if it doesn't work, let's wipe off this medicine." Zhipeng looked at her gritting teeth and couldn't help but speak.

An Ran shook his head vigorously, "Don't worry, I can still eat this little bit of pain. If it hurts, it will hurt a little. Being able to recover your hands as soon as possible is the best result." Seeing that Zhipeng was going to say something, An Ran immediately made a gesture to stop it.

"I've said that I have my own ideas, so you don't have to worry about my ideas." As she said that, An Ran looked at her fingers that were already red but tingling, and couldn't help laughing. This pain really allowed her to vent her emotions with tears. It was a really good project.

However, when she thought of this, she felt a little sad. Although she was sad and she would cry, she had never been like now. She even used to people comforting her by her side. So when she wanted to cry, she found that she was missing something to rely on. Such a change was not known to be a good thing or a bad thing.

But she knew that if this matter could not be overcome, there would always be a hurdle in her heart, and another hurdle that would block her.

"Okay, you guys go out. My fingers no longer hurt, don't worry." After a while, An Ran finally adapted to the pain feeling, and his immunity would never be affected at all.

Zhipeng looked at her worriedly, but finally walked out with his private doctor. Before leaving, he spoke, "Ms. An, you should pay attention to the wound. Your hands must not be injured." Zhipeng said the truth, An Ran agreed very much.

An Ran looked at Zhipeng with a much softer look and said, "Don't worry, I must know how to maintain my own hands. Don't worry, I'll have nothing to do soon. You can go out with confidence."

Don't worry? The moment she said this word, she felt a little reluctant but thought about it.

After both of them left the door, Anran looked at the things on the bed and felt uncomfortable again. Mu Zelie's attitude was too strange, but it was very real.

On the other hand, Zhipeng sent the private doctor out, turned around and walked into the study, "Young Master, Miss An is fine."

Mu Zelie nodded softly, without answering, his eyes still stayed on the document.

"Young Master, are you really going to do this? This is unfair to Miss An." He was still confused about what Mu Zelie ordered.

Mu Zelie shook his head, "The fewer people know about this, the better." As long as there are not many people involved, he will be able to seize the opportunity to escape. No one can stop him at that time, but it is not possible now.

Mu Zelie looked at the designated room with his eyes and sighed.
Chapter completed!