THE NAIVE BOSS

CHAPTER 39

Wait a minute" Albert Ou suddenly snapped again.

However, the nurses quickly reacted, and immediately stopped where they were, as if their feet were nailed to the floor.

Her face is swollen, get some medicine, then we'll all go.

The nurses rushed out one by one and finally sent one of the bravest nurses to deliver the medicine.

The little nurse, shivering with her head lowered, lifted the ointment very high.

Albert Ou took the ointment, "How does it work?"

"It's just applying the ointment on your face and gently rubbing it, there's no specific cure for this kind of wound, it's just to revitalize the blood and remove the bruise." The little nurse replied with a stutter.

"All right, get out."

The little nurse split up and ran away.

Albert Ou took the ointment in his hand and sat down on the edge of the bed, ruffling Jasmine Tong's hair gently.

He squeezed out a bit of ointment on his fingertips and directly pressed it against Tong's face.

Jasmine Tong shuddered involuntarily, and Albert Ou immediately raised his hand and applied it again, much lighter.

She made a gentle circle around her crooked face with her fingertips as she scanned her little face again.

To be honest, the plain-faced Jasmine Tong was not the type of woman who was at first glance stunning, her face clear and beautiful, without a trace of dirt, like

White clouds in the sky, a spring that rambles in the mountains, the first snowflake in winter.

It looks very comfortable.

Grandmom.

But there was someone who dared to hit him in the face.

I don't know why, but he's very angry.

The air hurts in my chest.

Albert Ou applied the medicine to his face, threw the ointment aside, and stretched out a lot.

Jasmine Tong's eyelashes trembled slightly, his face looked thrashed, his brows furrowed, and a drop of sweat drenched his forehead.

"Pain is,"

Albert Ou watched his lips move and immediately bowed.

All right, tell me what,"

"Pain is,"

Albert Ou heard it clearly this time. He talks about pain.

"Where is sick?" ask Albert Ou again.

Jasmine Tong closed her eyes tightly and her lips trembled, "My stomach hurts."

Albert Ou immediately rang the room's medical bell, and a minute later, a large number of doctors and nurses once again flooded the room.

“Damn you guys bullied me, I thought you said he was okay why did he yell that he had a stomachache?”

Other harsh words from Albert Ou.

A doctor who had just taken the examination hurriedly stepped forward, “Mr. Well, we just had a careful examination, and indeed there was nothing serious, just a high fever, and looking at his current appearance, his fever should have gone down a bit. ”

“Then why is she still crying in pain?”

"She she is," the doctor stuttered, "should have a painful menstruation."

“Dismenore” Albert Ou frowned, the term felt like deja vu.

But he doesn't really remember what it was.

“Yes, the woman is menstruating, and with the flu, she should be suffering from menstrual pain. Menstrual pain is a problem that every woman faces and there is no cure.”

"No,"

“Ya, Ou, unless you are using painkillers, but from the doctor's point of view, we do not recommend painkillers, it is easy to form a dependency, but from the doctor's point of view, it is not easy to tell if there is a problem later, and it is a cure. ”

The doctor answered carefully.

"Alright, get out of here" Albert Ou waved his long arm.

Albert Ou heaved a sigh of relief, recalling keenly that John seemed to have spoken the word.

He called John right away.

It took a while to pick up the phone, and Albert Ou heard a gasping sound from John at the other end of the line.

“Come, get busy.”

"You quit,"

“I will stop, you will be happy, will other women be happy? You have no mercy. "

"F* ck John, I'll give you five seconds."

The curse on the other end of the phone and a much lighter sigh, "Say what you want to say, say what you want to say."

“What to do if a woman has menstrual cramps,” Albert Ou said calmly, as he continued to stare at Jasmine Tong's face.

"What" John thought he heard wrong, he saw his phone number, indeed Albert Ou called him

"You don't care about me, I remember you telling me in advance what to do about my woman's menstruation and her stomach ache."

“F * ck” John was so shocked that his jaw almost touched the floor “Albert Ou, Albert Ou, you”

"Hurry up and say, you won't pity me now."

John Quan regained his senses, "Give him hot water, hug him, wipe his stomach, pay attention, be gentle, you are very strong, be careful to pinch his organs"

There it is,"

"And you just doubted me."

"Go" Albert Ou hung up.

After John Quan hangs up the phone, who still has the heart to keep fighting, feels Albert Ou, he's increasingly unrecognizable, Albert Ou since breaking his virginity, it seemed to be getting further and further down the path that he could not take into account.

Where is the god?

The room did have hot water for him, not just hot water, but also hot tea, coffee, and all kinds of drinks were available.

He wanted to give Jasmine Tong some hot water to drink, but Jasmine Tong kept shouting "pain" and refused to open her mouth.

Thinking about that, he took the water in his mouth and then sprayed it onto Jasmine Tong's lips.

Seeing Jasmine Tong's throat roll over slightly, Albert Ou was very happy for succeeding.

He really is the smartest guy in the world.

After eating back and forth a few times, Albert Ou climbed onto the bed and had just been under the blanket, his palm only touching Tong's stomach.

Jasmine Tong bent down like a shrimp.

His hands are too cold.

Albert Ou was stunned for a few seconds.

He's a "man" without body heat.

Thinking about that, Albert Ou slipped a blanket over Jasmine Tong, then hugged her through the blanket, his palms caressing her stomach.

It was almost summer, and the blanket was not too thick, so he could massage his stomach even through the blanket.

After a while, Jasmine Tong's facial expression slowly expanded, as if she was sleeping soundly.

And that's how it was all night.

When Russell Cheng came to report the mission, he was surprised to see Albert Ou holding Jasmine Tong in his arms through a blanket.

Seeing Russell Cheng standing in the doorway, Albert Ou slowly released Jasmine Tong and stretched his muscles.

He was stiff from sleeping in the same position, especially his arm that was still numb.

But he still didn't care and just left.

“Aduh, try to see.”

"Saying."

Unlike the casual expression just now, Albert Ou's blue eyes were now gloomy and his face was extremely dark.

He wanted to see who would dare to beat up his woman.