Holding his wife close, Nie Zhao gently lifted her hair, first looking at her scalp. He felt a swollen lump and wouldn't let her move. He asked, "You bumped your head on the cliff, right here? You got a big bump."
Chen Rou didn't move, but reached out and touched it herself, saying, "Maybe."
He added, "It doesn't hurt. It should be fine in a couple of days."
Nie Zhao touched his wife's hand again and said softly, "It's from the gloves, isn't it? It's a little swollen."
Of course, you have to wear gloves when riding a motorcycle. In order to fire a gun, Chen Rou wore special five-finger gloves, and she didn't take them off until she arrived in the mainland and was about to enter the military's conference room. She wore them all night, and today her fingers are swollen like little carrots.
Boss Nie has plenty of money, and Chen Rou only regrets one thing: she's not good at spending money.
But after giving birth, her physical strength is not what it used to be, and she was really too tired last night. She said, "I need massage, a massage, a technician to massage my shoulders and neck, a female TCM doctor, and I think I need acupuncture."
Nie Zhao said, "I've already called them, but they're at home, so they'll be at the hospital in a little while."
He assumed she would go straight home, so he had Song Yuanchao bring the massage therapist and other staff home first.
But we only need to open one ward here, which is very convenient.
Only now could Chen Rou catch her breath and relax for a while.
Leaning into Nie Zhao's arms, she first had to ask, "Will you help me with the page layout? How much will it cost?"
So far, no newspaper or television station has called Nie Zhao to say that they have photographed Chen Rou's face.
Nie Zhao only learned about the incident when she returned and watched the replay on TV. She discovered that when she and Mao Zige stopped Zhang Ziqiang halfway, AK bullets were raining down on her, and that she had actually ridden a motorcycle off a cliff.
Her helmet has been found; the spot he was touching was where the helmet had been broken.
The fiberglass was embedded in it; if it weren't for the foam interlayer, her head would have been smashed open.
Moreover, although Nie Zhao knew that his wife was also forced into this situation, he still felt that she was taking too much of a risk. When they watched the unedited and uncut replay footage sent by the TV station, the Nie siblings shouted and yelled, but Nie Zhao's heart was in his throat.
He said, "It probably won't happen again, but you can't either."
Chen Rou smiled: "You mean the guardrail for riding a motorcycle on the highway?"
She then smiled and said, "I'll let you in on a little secret, this is actually my first time too."
Nie Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "You haven't practiced before, so how dare you do it?"
It was Chen Rou's first time riding her bike up the highway fence, but of course, it was because Zhang Ziqiang had done it before, and she had seen the trick. She was also a person with a particularly strong learning ability, so she followed his example and got up there.
With her high skill level comes great courage; such trivial matters are just basic operations for her.
For someone like Nie Zhao, who can't even ride a motorcycle and has to hold onto her waist tightly when she drifts, he couldn't even imagine it, and his heart was pounding. Of course, his next words would probably be: "This is the last time."
Chen Rou was in a good mood today. She wanted to play with her son first, then take a bath, and then enjoy a massage in her sleep.
She broke free from Nie Zhao and said, "Okay, you don't need to feel guilty, because I did all that not just for you, Boss Nie, but for Chen Ke, for Captain Yue, and also to make us Chinese people proud."
She knelt down to the bedside, leaned over the edge, gently stroked her son's long eyelashes, and couldn't help but blow on them.
Well, little A Yuan is indeed very sleepy; otherwise, he would have woken up long ago if I teased him like this.
Seeing Nie Zhao sit on the edge of the bed, she raised her head, smiled, and said, "Look at his face, it's like a little apple, so cute."
You should know that A Yuan has lived in a constant temperature environment since birth.
I occasionally bask in the sun to warm up.
But the little guy had never felt cold before. Today, Nie Zhao took his son on the ship. The temperature at sea was only four or five degrees Celsius. The little guy was wearing very little clothing, and Nie Zhao was only wearing a suit. The two of them were so cold that they kept sneezing.
Xiao Ayuan's face turns red, purely from the cold.
He even wiped Nie Zhao's snot all over his clothes. Yes, it was the little guy's first time having a runny nose. He was so excited when he saw it with his finger that he fed it to his father. When Nie Zhao realized it was snot, he kissed his son's finger several times.
Of course, even if he ate his son's snot, Nie Zhao still found him adorable.
After realizing he wouldn't wake up, Chen Rou went too far and kissed her son on the cheek.
Hmm, the little rascal is sleeping really soundly today. Let her nudge a few more times.
She sucked on her son's lips several times, but he still didn't wake up. This gave Chen Rou a greater sense of accomplishment than pinning Zhang Ziqiang down on the yacht. She gently stroked her son's dark hair and whispered, "From now on, you don't have to worry about being kidnapped anymore."
She thought for a moment and then laughed: "From now on, my son can go to public places with confidence."
She was just expressing her feelings, but for some reason, Nie Zhao recalled watching circus acrobats on TV when he was a child. At that time, he didn't understand those acrobats and was very angry. He would yell at the TV, saying that those performers didn't pay attention to their own safety and that if they fell and died, they deserved it because people should be responsible for their own safety.
A person's character is shaped by education and also by heredity.
Therefore, Nie Yao can be extremely affectionate when he's close to someone, but he can also be extremely cold when he's indifferent.
That was due to the influence of his mother's personality; he was naturally good at handling and separating his feelings from his relatives.
But Nie Zhao couldn't be like that. He could never be separated from his beloved family, which was also due to his mother's influence.
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