52: C52 Doubt

C52 Doubt

Huo Chengzhou turned his wheelchair forward. The cold smile on his lips made his handsome face turn cold. He said in a low voice, "Moo Haoyan, if you dare to disturb her again, I will make you the same person as me!"

Moo Haoyan looked at him with his bloodshot eyes. The wine had magically woken up more than half. For some reason, he felt that this person did what he said.

There were not many rumors about Huo Chengzhou in the outside world, but everyone in the circle knew that his legs were disabled and that he was ignorant and incompetent.

However, when Moo Haoyan saw his cold eyes, he suddenly felt that the rumors in the outside world were not right.

This person was like a leopard hiding in the darkness, waiting for the perfect opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

At this moment, Huo Chengzhou had already taken a step back and ordered Huo Feng, "Call the old man of Moo family and ask him to come and get him."

"No need." Moo Haoyan struggled to get up. He held onto the wall and stood up. "I will go by myself."

Huo Chengzhou sneered. "That's good too. But if young master Mu comes to provoke my people again, I will personally go to Moo family to find the old master and ask him about it."

As the second brother of Moo family, Moo Haoyan was fighting with the eldest brother of Moo family over the management rights of Moo family. At this time, he naturally did not want this matter to spread to his elders.

Moo Haoyan clenched his fist. His eyes were fixed on the entrance of the musical instrument store for a moment before he finally left.

There was clear displeasure on Huo Chengzhou's face. The scene of the man pressing Qiao An on the wall just now was replayed, causing him to feel cold from head to toe.

It was only when Moo Haoyan's figure disappeared that Huo Feng boldly asked, "Mr Cheng, we are now..."

Huo Chengzhou's wheelchair turned and pushed open the door of musical instrument store. He threw a sentence to Huo Feng, "You go back first. Come and pick me up from work in the afternoon."

Huo Feng:... " Oh. "

Huo Feng waited until the door of musical instrument store was closed before he realized that Huo Chengzhou was going to stay in musical instrument store today.

He scratched his head, turned around and left.

Huo Chengzhou's wheelchair went straight into musical instrument store. Qiao An was not on the big first floor, but her wheelchair was leaning against the staircase.

Huo Chengzhou frowned, took out his phone and sent a message to Qiao An, "Go downstairs."

After a while, he saw Qiao An come down from the second floor with a limp. "Mr. Huo?"

"Yes, of course." He glanced at the long white dress she had changed into and found her hair was still wet. "Did you take a shower?" he asked.

"Yes." Qiao An walked downstairs step by step. She did not use her injured leg, but she could tell that she was in pain.

Displeasure rose between Huo Chengzhou's eyebrows. "Didn't you say that your foot injury needs to be protected? Why are you in such a hurry to take a bath?"

Qiao An pursed her lips, "Disgusting."

Huo Chengzhou understood. She was saying that the entanglement with Moo Haoyan just now made her feel disgusted.

Huo Chengzhou's eyebrows raised slightly. His wheelchair leaned to her side and supported her to sit on her own wheelchair. His gaze swept across her wet hair. "Is there a dryer downstairs?"

"Yes." Qiao An said, 'If you were not in a hurry to call me down, I would definitely come down after blowing my hair. "

"That is my fault."

Qiao An smiled and suddenly said after a while, "Thank you."

Huo Chengzhou knew what she said, but he did not answer. He only said, "Do you want me to help you blow your hair? He even said thank you, so I can't refuse."

Qiao An was a little embarrassed. "That... I can blow my hair myself, but I still need you to help me bandage my leg injury."

She raised her foot to show Huo Chengzhou." Is it bleeding again? "2

"Yes." "You don't have a medicine kit downstairs, do you?" Huo Chengzhou asked.

Qiao An was stunned. "How do you know?"

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