Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 577 - 587: He Can’t Bear to Throw Away the Things She Bought

Unfortunately, five years ago, he didn’t have the power he has now, and he failed to save the sister of Hong Yi...

Jun Moyan didn’t reply to the message and, after putting away his phone, found some clothes and went to take a shower.

After coming out, he noticed several bags of food on the nightstand. Jun Moyan walked over and opened each bag.

Wen Xiao’ai had bought all these items, none of which he had ever seen or tasted, nor did he know their names.

Jun Moyan glanced at the soundly sleeping Wen Xiao’ai on the bed, smiled, and looked at her tenderly.

He tasted a bit of each item, including the milk tea that Wen Xiao’ai had fed him before, of which he drank two sips this time.

To be honest, he genuinely didn’t like any of those items.

However, they were undoubtedly Xiaoguai’s favorites, otherwise, she wouldn’t have brought them for him.

He thought if the ice cream would not melt, she definitely would have brought that for him as well.

After all, aside from sugar and milk, it was her most favored treat.

After tasting everything, he cleaned up a bit and initially wanted to throw the rest in the trash, but after some thought, he decided to leave them in the hall, planning to let Xiaoguai dispose of them the next day.

Xiao’ai’s gifts to him, he really couldn’t bear to throw them away by himself.

Then he brushed his teeth, went back to the room, took off his shoes, climbed into bed, and lay down beside Wen Xiao’ai.

He reached out, pulled the soft and fragrant body of Wen Xiao’ai into his arms, smelling the mild, pleasant scent of milk on her, and Jun Moyan happily closed his eyes.

In a certain private clinic,

The incessant exaggerated groans of agony that sounded were annoying and did not invoke any sympathy.

Now and then, these were accompanied by a few utterly graceless curses.

"Damn it, be gentle, you’re killing me."

"Oh~ lighter, lighter."

As the sound of a bone being set back into place echoed, Wheezy Brother let out a howl, causing him to roll his eyes in pain, nearly gasping for breath.

After regaining his composure, he barely restrained himself from slapping the doctor.

"Try moving your wrist," said the doctor.

Wheezy Brother did as instructed, gingerly turning his wrist.

Seeing that it was no longer painful, he moved it more dramatically a few times; then, the anguish on his face gradually faded, replaced by a smile as he patted the doctor on the shoulder: "Nice job, Old Zhou, you really know your stuff."

However, in doing so, he accidentally strained his back wound, again causing him to wince and grimace in pain.

"Damn, I’ve been in the underworld for so many years, the first time I misjudged, and a little girl fooled me." Wheezy Brother wrapped an arm behind his back, feeling his back, then straightened up slightly, seemingly to alleviate the soreness.

"Doctor Zhou, please check my arm, I can’t move it at all." freewēbnoveℓ.com

"Doctor Zhou, help me first, my leg seems to be lame."

"And me, my knee feels like it’s shattered, my foot seems twisted, and my spine hurts like hell."

The other subordinates, sitting, lying, and leaning around, now that the doctor was free, immediately called for his help; those who could still walk crowded around, vying for treatment.

"All of you back off, wait over there. Old Zhou, quickly take a look at my back, apply some herbal medicine, I can’t even straighten up," Wheezy Brother glared at a few clueless underlings.

The underlings, though annoyed, didn’t dare to say anything and just gritted their teeth in pain while waiting on the side.

"All right, all right, coming right up," Dr. Zhou rolled up the back of Wheezy Brother’s shirt.

A bruise, both blue and red from a baton strike, was revealed and his entire back was swollen, a horrible sight to see.

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