The CEO is really domineering

Chapter 2: The Injured Man 2

The injured Mosen seemed to be used to being taken care of by Dong Qing, his eyes half-closed with a very content expression. Dong Qing knew he was too weak to open his eyes, but she couldn't help but curse in her heart: this man must not be a good person, as soon as his injuries heal a little, she would kick him out.

Once Mosen fell asleep, Dong Qing immediately started cleaning up the blood stains on the floor. After tidying up the room, she took out a flashlight and carefully covered the blood stains from the door to the corner of the wall. When she thought everything was taken care of, she looked around and quickly ran back into the room.

Dong Qing looked at the seemingly sleeping Mosen and shook her head helplessly. Wasn't this man afraid of others having ill intentions towards him? He could calmly drink the porridge she cooked and sleep soundly here, with no sense of alertness. It was truly a miracle that he could survive until today!

After finally finishing everything, Dong Qing checked her phone and saw that it was already past 2 o'clock. She was so exhausted that she could barely keep her eyes open, she really wanted to sleep well. But when she thought of Mosen occupying her bed, she had no choice but to improvise a bed using a table and a chair. She didn't care if it was comfortable or not, she quickly fell asleep on it.

Waking up in the morning, Dongqing found herself drooling. This was embarrassing, so she quickly wiped her mouth and got out of bed. She checked her phone and saw that it was just past six o'clock. She had only slept for a little over three hours.

Her head was aching and she felt a bit dizzy. Standing up, she felt heavy-headed and light-footed. She hurried to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face, brushed her teeth, and combed her hair. After tidying up, her mind felt much clearer. Thinking of Mosen, Dongqing went to his bedside. She checked his breathing and patted his chest, finally relieved to find that he was breathing evenly. She then placed her palm on his forehead and felt that his temperature was normal, with no signs of infection or fever.

After confirming that Mosen was okay, Dongqing finally relaxed. She was afraid that he wouldn't make it through the night and die here. If that happened, she wouldn't be able to explain it to anyone. Her worries had caused her to wake up early. Although she had slept deeply at night, her mind was filled with random thoughts and strange dreams, which had woken her up so early.

In fact, Dongqing was afraid that he would die. After all, Mosen had lost so much blood last night. Dongqing couldn't help but wonder, who was this man? He was so twisted and cruel to himself. Just thinking about it made Dongqing shiver.

She tidied up her clothes, grabbed some money, and went out to buy some things. When she returned to the rental house, she was sweating and exhausted. She put down her bags and ran to the air conditioner, wishing she could crawl inside and become one with it.

After a while, her stomach growled, reminding her that she needed to eat. Reluctantly leaving the air conditioner, she squatted down to organize the things she had bought. She separated the clothes, food, and daily necessities.

Dongqing brought the food to the kitchen and reheated the leftovers from last night, along with some steamed buns she had bought. She was in a rush, hoping to finish cooking before Mosen woke up. Even someone with a twisted body like him needed to eat.

She frantically washed and put away the food, and started cooking soup on the stove. She also organized the cheap suit she had bought for a few hundred yuan and washed the shirt. She was so busy that she felt her arms and waist were numb and sore.

After resting for a while in a chair, she put the medicine she had bought on the bedside table, but her eyes couldn't help but stare at Mosen's face.

Last night's exhaustion and panic had prevented her from taking a good look at Mosen. Now, as she carefully observed him, she couldn't help but admire him in her heart. Who were his parents to have such a handsome son? His delicate eyebrows and eyes, slightly long eyelashes resting on his eyes, high and straight nose, and slightly pursed thin lips, which had turned pale due to excessive blood loss, made him look like a bewitching man. However, there was a hint of coldness between his brows that made people want to keep their distance.

Staring intently, Dong Qing couldn't bear to look away. You, Mo Sen, opened your starry eyes and Dong Qing was startled. She quickly turned her slightly blushing face away and pretended to be organizing things.

Too afraid to look at Mo Sen again, she hurried to the kitchen and stood there for a long time before her heart, like a little rabbit, finally calmed down. After fixing her mood, she tasted the soup in the pot and found it to be delicious. She scooped a bowl and brought it to Mo Sen, perhaps feeling a little guilty, she stared at the bowl and asked, "Can you sit up by yourself? Drink this soup!"

She didn't want to feed him again, just thinking about last night's scene made her feel uneasy.

Mo Sen seemed unaccustomed to asking for help. He struggled to sit up and used his bony fingers to hold the bowl and drink by himself.

Looking at this man, if he wasn't injured by a gunshot, Dong Qing would have given him a thumbs up and cheered for him!

What a strong-willed person, and he's still so young. Thinking back to last night, it seemed like he was digging someone else's flesh, not his own.

But anyone involved with guns, especially men, Dong Qing estimated that they were not ordinary civilians. They were either complete scoundrels or wealthy and influential people.

Dong Qing didn't think Mo Sen was a scoundrel, nor was he just a wealthy person. Just by looking at his face, she could tell that he was not an ordinary wealthy person.

It doesn't matter who he is, as long as he has money. Once he recovers, he will definitely thank me, his savior. Then the thousands of yuan I spent this morning will be reimbursed. Thinking of this, she no longer felt heartache for the money she spent like water this morning. Dong Qing believed that Mo Sen was a grateful person.

She smiled happily as she watched Mo Sen drink the soup sip by sip. At the same time, she reminded herself to take good care of him, otherwise the money would have been wasted. It's not worth provoking him, in case he gets angry, her life would be in danger.

After all, Mo Sen is not a good person, otherwise how could he get injured? It's a rare gunshot wound.

Carefully taking the empty bowl, Dong Qing handed the wet towel to Mo Sen's hand, watching him wipe his face and then busy taking it back.

"Thank you," a hoarse voice came from behind, Dong Qing could imagine his indifferent expression from the tone.

Dong Qing didn't know how to respond, she had a purpose after all, so she just smiled back at him. But her good impression of Mo Sen had increased. Dong Qing proudly thought to herself: It seems like my intuition was right, I might be getting a big sum of money now.

After cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, Dong Qing was a little hesitant. There was still a big pile of sheets and blood-stained clothes and medicine packs on the floor, how should she deal with them? After thinking for a while, she still couldn't come up with a solution, so she just looked at the sheets and then at Mo Sen. She noticed that Mo Sen was deep in thought, with a frown on his forehead. Dong Qing felt a pang of heartache and didn't want to disturb him anymore, so she kicked the sheets under the bed with her foot.

It's not convenient to deal with these things during the day, let's wait until it's dark. She didn't want to waste time and effort on these small matters and not get any results.