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Zhang Zeming felt that being able to touch Mo Wenting's feet was also a rare honor to him, which meant that Mo Wenting's wariness towards him was already decreasing significantly.

"Zemin, I really didn't think that you would be willing to do such a thing for me. I don't know how to thank you for being so kind to me. " Mo Wenting was truly moved in hherheart, and when she spoke to Zhang Zeming, his voice couldn't help but become choked with sobs.

"I have to take good care of you. This is what I should have done anyway, so you don't have to thank me." Zhang Zeming smiled as he responded to his.

Of course, Zhang Zeming's technique couldn't be compared to the technician outside at the foot shop. However, Mo Wenting could still feel that her legs quickly became lighter and more comfortable, and she was no longer as sore as before.

Mo Wenting picked up an apple from the table and said with a smile, "Let me peel an apple for you to comfort you with."

She had always felt that she couldn't let Zhang Zeming serve her for nothing. She had to do something for a man in order to feel at ease.

After all, Mo Wenting did not forget that the Zhang Zeming serving him was not her servant, but her male superior.

Of course, Mo Wenting was secretly very proud of herself for having her male superior lower herself to serve him.

On the surface, it was still not convenient for her to reveal it. But she had to put on a humble front in order to not embarrass Zhang Zeming.

In reality, in order to curry favor with Mo Wenting, Zhang Zeming would definitely not care about the face of a man.

This was a question that Mo Wenting would only consider out of kindness.

When Mo Wenting was at home, his aunt always gave him apples to eat, so the way she peeled the fruit was very unfamiliar.

With just a slight mistake, Mo Wenting had cut her own finger.

Fresh blood flowed out, scaring Mo Wenting senseless, she was in a hurry and did not know what to do.

Zhang Zeming was holding onto Mo Wenting's legs with his head down, when he suddenly heard the woman's painful scream. He raised his head and saw that her fingers were cut, and immediately went to find a towel to help Mo Wenting bandage her wounds.

Zhang Zeming inspected the wound. Luckily it was not too deep, he did not need to go to the hospital, he only needed to find a Band-Aid to wrap around the wound.

The towel was obviously just for emergency use, he couldn't let Mo Wenting keep wrapping around him like this.

Zhang Zeming comforted Mo Wenting: "Wait a moment, I'll go find a waiter to get some medicine for you to apply. You'll be able to stop the bleeding very soon."

"Mm. Go and come back quickly." Mo Wenting warned Zhang Zeming.

"Alright." Zhang Zeming promised Mo Wenting, and ran out of the room.

Not long later, Zhang Zeming returned with a bottle of flower oil and Band-Aid for hemostasis.

He carefully unwrapped the towel wrapped around Mo Wenting's finger, smeared it with the medicine, and applied the Band-Aid on it. Then, he completely treated the wound on the woman's finger.

There was no more blood and no more pain. Mo Wenting watched as Zhang Zeming ran up and down to take care of him, and was extremely moved in his heart.

If Zhan Ning was by his side, could he be as considerate as Zhang Zeming?

Mo Wenting secretly asked herself this question in her heart. Unknowingly, she had picked up the two men for a comparison, and one of them was her most beloved husband.

"Ah Wen, how are you feeling? Your finger doesn't hurt anymore, right? " After Zhang Zeming finished his work, he asked Mo Wenting softly with concern.

"No, thank you very much. If you weren't here, I wouldn't know what to do. " Mo Wenting gratefully replied Zhang Zeming.

After receiving Mo Wenting's gratitude, Zhang Zeming could not help but feel no happiness at all. Furthermore, his face revealed an expression of extreme guilt.

"Ah Wen, I'm sorry, I really deserve to die." Zhang Zeming was extremely remorseful, he had actually slapped his own face ruthlessly, and very hard too.

With the sound of "pa", Mo Wenting was completely dumbstruck. She never thought that Zhang Zeming would be able to blame himself to such an extent.

And this was only because her finger had been cut, and she had cut it herself, and it had nothing to do with a man.

"Zemin, there's no need for you to do this. You can't be blamed for this, you have no responsibility for this." Mo Wenting immediately comforted Zhang Zeming.

"No, I am responsible. When I saw you peeling the apple just now, I should have stopped you, but I didn't. That was my responsibility, and I let you down! " As Zhang Zeming spoke, he was somewhat agitated and spoke incoherently.

He didn't know how to express his apology to Mo Wen Ting, so he just continued to slap himself, as if this was the only way to make him feel better.

Although Mo Wenting was sitting right in front of Zhang Zeming and was very close, it was too late for her to stop the man.

After all, the man was so quick without any warning. She was not a martial arts expert, but a weak woman. How could she stop him?

Mo Wenting was unable to do anything and could only use her mouth to persuade Zhang Zeming, "Zemin, stop blaming yourself, and even more so, stop slapping yourself in the face.

In her anxiousness, Mo Wenting didn't care about anything else. She stretched out her hands and hugged Zhang Zeming, as a form of comfort for the man.

Wasn't hugging Mo Wen one of Zhang Zeming's dreams? He did not expect it to happen in such a situation, and a smile secretly appeared on his face.

The trick Zhang Zeming used just now was obviously a scheme of torture, it only fooled the woman in front of him by taking advantage of Mo Wenting's innate good nature.

Mo Wenting hugged Zhang Zeming for a few minutes, then calmed down and let go of the man. Just as he was about to sit up, he realized that he was hugged by the man instead.

Zemin, we are fine now, you should let go of me. Mo Wenting did not have a trace of anger, she only reminded Zhang Zeming calmly.

"Ah Wen, I beg you to let me hug you a little longer. Only in this way will I be able to maintain the guilt deep within my heart. " Zhang Zeming pleaded to Mo Wenting using the excuse he had thought of beforehand.

"Alright, this is the only time. There won't be a next time." Mo Wenting promised Zhang Zeming, but didn't forget to put on a haughty attitude towards men, so that they wouldn't continue to make things difficult for him.

Zhang Zeming had to thank him for this small accident, which allowed him to embrace Mo Wenting intimately.

After a while, Zhang Zeming slowly let go of Mo Wenting. Not only did his face not show any sign of guilt, it was also filled with a happy smile.