The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1097 - 1120: Don’t Make Trouble

Chapter 1097: Chapter 1120: Don’t Make Trouble

Because of Mo Han, Ye Ranran had inadvertently become an annoyance and thorn everyone’s side, which she found especially unfair.

One handed her a sheet of paper, and Ye Ranran reached out to take it, "Thank you."

She hadn’t paid attention and nearly collided head-on with a large truck.

"I shouldn’t have given it to you," One muttered.

Because of a piece of paper she’d almost hit a truck, and if he had died with her, that would have been fine, but if he hadn’t died, Mo Han would have definitely given him a bullet.

"Sorry, I’ll pay attention next time," Ye Ranran also broke out in cold sweat.

"Drive slowly," One reminded her.

"When did you become such a nag?" She hadn’t noticed he was so afraid to die.

"I’m afraid you’ll get into an accident."

"Shut up, talking to me distracts me," Ye Ranran pressed the gas even harder.

One quickly shut up.

Chu Ji nudged Song Ze’s hand and then gave him a look, signaling for him to speak.

But now, Song Ze, the lovesick fool, how could he understand Chu Ji’s intent?

"What’s wrong with your eyes? Why are you constantly blinking?" Song Ze said with a confused face, his tiny gaze was adorable no matter how one looked at it.

Chu Ji, unable to appreciate it, felt an urge to punch Song Ze; at crucial moments, he was always unhelpful.

"Aren’t you scared?" Seeing he didn’t get it, Chu Ji had to be direct.

Song Ze shook his head, "No, I’m not scared. Are you?"

His eyes turned into naked disdain.

Chu Ji: "..."

Ye Ranran upfront almost laughed hearing that, but she slowed down the car.

According to the navigation, Ye Ranran stopped in front of a house in the suburbs.

The three-story cottage looked no different from a neighboring bed and breakfast, but upon entering, it was a different world.

European-style decoration, every small ornament was tasteful, and there were a few servants who, upon seeing the injured, showed no surprise but quietly took out a medical kit.

Ye Ranran didn’t have time to look around but followed closely behind One as if she were about to strip his clothes off.

"Madam," One stopped in his tracks.

"I’ll help you bandage," Ye Ranran said, rubbing her hands: "My skills are not bad.

"I still have a bullet inside me, shouldn’t we take it out first?" One raised an eyebrow.

For some reason, Ye Ranran felt she was being looked down upon again.

"Can’t be bothered with you," she said unhappily and turned to leave but after walking a few steps, turned back around: "Did you call the doctor?"

"Yes," One’s face showed impatience.

Ye Ranran ignored him and ran towards Chu Ji.

"Please spare me, can you not add to the chaos?" Chu Ji begged with a salute.

Mo Han was arriving soon, and he did not want to provoke his anger.

"You guys..." She wanted to wish them all dead, but she couldn’t bring herself to say something so cruel and could only hold back with a red face.

But her face was covered with dust, and Chu Ji couldn’t quite see her complexion; he could only discern from the roots of her ears that she was angry: "Alright, go wash your face, or you’ll be unlucky when he sees you like this."

"You better take care of yourself," Ye Ranran said as she walked to the room opposite.

If she hadn’t guessed wrong, every room here should have a bathroom; she chose the nearest one.

Entering the bathroom, she found the setup almost like a hotel’s; she decided to ask about it later out of curiosity.

Inside the bathroom was a large mirror, almost the height of a person.