Dressed as a Man, I Became Tycoon's Sweetheart novel Chapter 882

Chapter 882: Chapter 881: I’m Hurt—Or So I Pretend

"CEO, how are you? Are you okay?"

Ye Xian supported his arm, looking at him with a face full of worry. Bo Tingshen’s trembling figure swayed slightly, and he collapsed onto her body. His low, magnetic voice was weak and floating as he forced himself to say, "No... nothing’s wrong..."

What do you mean ’nothing’s wrong’?

When have I ever seen him so weak?

Ye Xian gently adjusted his arm, then immediately heard him gasp sharply beside her ear, as if enduring some great pain. It was the kind of sound that made her heart feel tightly clenched by an invisible hand. She put his arm over her neck, supporting his waist with both hands, and started walking towards the exit, "CEO, hang on, I’ll take you to a hospital."

Lu Cen: "Ye Xian..."

"Move aside!"

"I..."

As they passed by him, Lu Cen clearly saw the injured man’s lips curve into a subtle, provocative smile, passing in a glance.

He was stunned.

What?

As soon as they entered the elevator, Bo Tingshen collapsed entirely onto Ye Xian, his strong arm tightly gripping her soft waist. His hand was restlessly wandering, but Ye Xian noticed none of it. Her entire focus, every tense nerve, was glued to the elevator’s floor counter, just hoping for it to go faster, even faster.

"CEO, hold on, we’ll be there soon!"

"Mm." Bo Tingshen lowered his head, burying it in her collar, inhaling the faint, fresh scent of milk around her nostrils. Looking at the alabaster-like tender skin so close at hand, he almost used all his willpower to resist the urge to take a bite.

"Ye Xian, did you dress so nicely today just to meet him? To see the new company’s boss?"

"No, CEO, don’t talk, save your strength!"

Ye Xian didn’t notice the change in his tone; her mind was filled with his bloodshot eyes when he kept vigil beside his grandfather’s sickbed without sleep a few days ago. Through days of torment, his body had fallen into extreme exhaustion and weakness, and Lu Cen’s punch just now was so heavy. She was terribly afraid it might have hurt his internal organs, which would be utterly irreparable harm.

Thinking of this, she embraced the man in front of her tightly, her nose feeling a bit sour. It’s all her fault...

She shouldn’t have come to DMSE, let alone brought Lu Cen along.

Bo Tingshen felt the force of the petite woman around his waist, his eyes lowered slightly, showing a moment of stunned expression.

’Ding~’ The elevator opened, and Ye Xian helped Bo Tingshen walk out. The employees in the entire reception lobby were all extremely shocked at the sight. What’s wrong with the CEO?!

They hurriedly wanted to run over but were stopped in their tracks by the man’s piercing gaze.

"CEO, where are your car keys?"

"In my pocket."

"Pocket? Which pocket?"

Ye Xian hurriedly searched his coat pockets, her small hands fumbling aimlessly over him, causing Bo Tingshen to lift his head slightly, taking a deep breath.

Ye Xian thought she had touched his wound and quickly pulled her hand back, then heard him say in a low, restrained voice, "In my suit pants pocket."

"Got it!"

Ye Xian reached in the pocket but couldn’t find them.

"Go deeper."

"Oh."

"Even deeper."

"Still not... hey!"

She suddenly withdrew her hand, and this time, Bo Tingshen’s dark Feather Jade Eyebrow twitched, his handsome face contorted, showing pain that didn’t look feigned at all.

"S-sorry, CEO, did I touch your wound again?"

Bo Tingshen yanked her over, pressing her firmly into his embrace, and smoothly pulled the Rolls-Royce car keys from his jacket pocket, "I remembered wrong, the keys were in the jacket pocket, you were checking the wrong place."

His last sentence was meaningful, and Ye Xian, realizing she had checked the wrong place, fell silent.

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