Volume 1: Capturing Cold-Faced Special Agent 011, Calamity's Exclusive Driver

  He has been a soldier all his life, with a strict family style, how could he have seen such a thing?

  Even Lian Zhou was stunned. Huo Quanxi, who had always been aloof and never bothered with anyone, was actually doing this kind of thing on the ground with a little girl.

  Huò Quánxǐ stood up straight, his tall and upright figure completely overshadowing Róng Xià.

  He pulled his clothes, glanced at Rong Xia on the ground, and stretched out his long legs to step over.

  He didn't have anything to do with it in the first place, why should he answer? Ridiculous!

  "Uncle Jing... he, he bullied me... waaah..."

  "Huo Quanxu! What have you done?!"

  Jing Mo scolded angrily, his breath getting straighter and straighter, as if he would not rest until he had poked a hole in the floor with his dragon-headed cane.

  Watching Rong Xia cry uncontrollably, Old Master couldn't help but believe that his grandson was telling the truth.

  Xie Ye looked up and glanced at Rong Xia, then bent down to pull her up from the ground and put her on the sofa. He then took a step forward, ready to leave.

  "Aunt Zhou, go get the medicine box."

  He knew that Rong Xia had really bumped into the tea table and should have bumped heavily. The tea table was rhombus-shaped.

  "Halt."

  The old man, with the support of Aunt Zhou, strode to the front of Huo Quanxi and pointed at him, "You, you have your own, stinky little boy, stand up for me, I'll come back later to teach you a lesson."

  The old man ordered Zhou Auntie to fetch the medicine box, and this old bones still had to humble himself for his grandson's sake. He grasped his cane and half-knelt down, "Little Xia, tell Grandpa what that rascal did to you? Where are you hurt?"

  "My leg... it hurts..."

  Her elbow was also bruised, but her knee hurt more.

  The old man was half squatting, his hands grasping the crutches were trembling, let alone using one hand to push open Rong Xia's long pants, it was really difficult for him!

  Huo Quanxi saw the situation and still walked over to help the old man up first, then very reluctantly stretched out his hand to straighten Rong Xia's legs and put them on the tea table, lifting her long pants.

  As expected, the knee is broken, the calf is also broken, and there are scratches on the arm.

  Aunt Zhou hastily brought over a medicine box, took one look at Rong Xia's leg and immediately applied the medicine.

  "Let him come."

  The old man shouted an order, and Zhou Aunt immediately handed over the medicine water and gauze to Huo Quanxi.

  Although very reluctant, but had no choice, Xi Ye reluctantly accepted it.

  Dad, it's just that he can be flexible and accommodating because his old man is the one giving orders.

  "Xiaxia, bear with it for a bit, we'll go to the hospital in a moment and it will stop hurting."

  "You, go to the study room."

  Two sentences, spoken to two people, with two vastly different tones.

  After all, which one is really dear?

  The old man was so angry that he couldn't catch his breath, and had to be supported by Aunt Zhou as he left.

  Have to say, the level of this doctor is still very skilled and agile, except for a little pain when the medicine seeps into the skin, basically no other painful feeling.

  When my knee was hit, it really hurt a lot, but now it's much better.

  "You're crazy! Offending me isn't so easy - ah!"

  The girl's leg is still in someone else's hands, and she dares to shout, she deserves to be retaliated against.

  In a flash of pain, she glanced sideways and seemed to see a black ring on Huo Quanxi's index finger flashing with light.

  Wow! You're already dizzy at the age of 29?

  What material is this ring made of?

  Of course, this question will never have an answer.

  After putting away the summer clothes, Huo Quanxi left in a hurry.

  She thought he had gone to the old man's study for training, but after more than an hour, the old man came to her door himself, and she found out that Hao Quanxu had slipped away early.

  The next day.

  Rong Xia was supported by Aunt Zhou down the stairs. Today is Monday and she needs to go to class, but her personal driver actually showed up!

  It's really not easy for Heo Kwang-hee to lower his noble status and become a driver.

  If he hadn't called last night and threatened him, he absolutely wouldn't have come to send this little girl to school so early in the morning.

  There is a driver at home and there is also a car, why bother him?

  It took him twenty minutes longer to drive from his home to Jiang's house than it did for Jiang to drive to Fourth Middle School.

  Quietly finishing a good breakfast, Rong Xia got into Huo Quanxi's car.

  A short walk of just a few minutes, no one wants to bother with anyone else.

  Rong Xia leaned on the windowsill with her right hand, pouting as she looked outside. After getting up this morning, she found that thing was still there, and after a few days, it was just like her aunt's.

  It's probably just Aunt Flo after all?

  She slanted her eyes, with a hint of suspicion, and glanced at Huo Quanxi.

  "Hey, I got drunk that night, did you open a room for me?" she asked tentatively.

  Only a few seconds later, the car stopped by the side of the road.

  "Get off the bus."

  He didn't even prepare to pick up her conversation.

  About that night, He doesn't want to recall it anymore, just two words: Hard wound!

  Wow! Are we already at the school gate?

  The butt hasn't even warmed up yet, and it's already arrived at the school gate.

  Rong Xia pouted, feeling a bit stifled, and didn't ask any more questions. The key point was that she was a patient, yet this dead man had parked his car right in the middle of the road opposite the school gate.

  Let her go in by herself?

  No way.

  "If you're a man, then learn what it means to cherish and appreciate your loved one."

  Rong Xia pointed to her own knee, which was still wrapped in gauze. It was Auntie Zhou who helped her get on the bus that morning.

  Take an inch and want a yard

  Huo Quanxi narrowed his eyes at her and glanced at the time before driving the car to a distance of one meter outside the school gate.

  He didn't move, she didn't either.

  One minute...

  Two minutes...

  It's a stalemate now, let's see who can outlast whom.

  Being late is a common occurrence for Rong Xia, and besides, she's still recovering from her illness, coming to school with injuries - this revolutionary spirit is truly worthy of praise.

  Five minutes later...

  Huo Quanxi pushed open the car door, walked around the front of the car to the passenger seat, stood sideways, gazed into the distance with his eyes not leaving the spot, and pulled open the door without looking, stretching out his right hand.

  Virtue!

  Rong Xia gave him a sideways glance and pouted her mouth, looking away.

  I'm in a hurry.

  Running into such a woman, Huo Quanxi couldn't help but turn his head and glare at her in warning.

  He is in a hurry, but she isn't.

  With wide innocent eyes open and blinking, two arms stretched out without hesitation in front of Huo Quanxi.

  She asked him to recite it from memory.

  Digression

  Where is the male lead rushing to?