Come into My Trap, My Mrs. Professor!

Chapter 2: Robert Ye

I looked at them coldly.

They were a perfect match.

One of them would act, and the other would cheat.

My hand was clenched into a fist, forcing myself to calm down.

This was not the time for me to expose Lucy Wen, and she must have been prepared for it.

Just now, she had slandered me for wanting to harm her children.

As for Adam Ning, he might have made an appointment with Lucy Wen to act on it.

Besides, now everyone was watching. If we quarreled, the scene would be even more ugly.

Lucy Wen, after seeing Adam Ning, was just like seeing a savior. She leaned in his arms and cried, "Brother Ning, our baby is going to die, and my belly hurts. What about our baby? Help me! "

Adam Ning held her tightly and held her hand, "I have called an ambulance, so please bear it. I am here. "

They hugged each other in front of me without fear of retribution.

I didn't want to talk to them any more and turned to leave.

Lucy Wen grabbed my trousers with her hand, "Sister, please, let Adam Ning go. For the sake of this child, and the child has been kicked by you, I don't know if the child can still live. "

I was trembled with anger. "I didn't kick your belly at all! Your child is innocent. What about me? Adam Ning and I are engaged! "

There were more and more students around, so I didn't want to be watched by others, and I ignored her and planned to go back to the classroom.

Lucy Wen suddenly jumped from behind me, "Sister, don't be angry! I didn't mean that. "

She screamed and slammed into my waist.

I didn't have any preparation, and my head hit the wall.

My consciousness gradually became blurred, and I only felt that I was falling to the ground.

It seemed that someone ran to hold me.

I didn't know what happened after that.

When I woke up, I felt a little pain in my head. I vaguely heard someone talking. When I opened my eyes vaguely, I found myself lying in the back seat of a car.

There was no one else in the car, and the driver's door was open.

The voice came from outside.

I looked up and saw a tall and straight man standing at the door of the car.

I knew this man. He was Robert Ye, a visiting professor in the architecture department of our school.

Robert Ye came here this semester. I heard that on the first day of his class, his photos were uploaded all over the school forum.

Because he was so handsome.

At this moment, from my point of view, I could only see his side face.

He was frowning without a trace of expression on his face. However, with his tough lines and high nose bridge, I could still see his handsome face.

I hadn't spoken to him. However, in every Tuesday morning class, our classrooms were close together, so we nodded when we met by chance.

Strangely, why was he here?

Today was not Tuesday and he should have no courses.

I didn't know what happened after being knocked unconscious by Lucy Wen. Was I in his car now?

I saw a row of men in military uniforms standing opposite him. They all looked very strong.

Led by a tall young man, he straightened up and said respectfully, "Colonel, our brothers in the whole regiment are waiting for your return."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Robert Ye, "You should be trained well and don't come to me again."

"But the superiors," The young man said

Robert Ye said faintly, "That has nothing to do with me."

With this, he turned and got into the car, ignoring them.

I felt a little flustered, and I was hesitating to continue pretending to be dizzy. He had already sat in, but I didn't have time to close my eyes. I happened to be in the rearview mirror and saw his eyes.

He quickly turned his eyes away as if he didn't see me. He fastened his seat belt and started the car.

He always showed his indifference.

I felt a little embarrassed, coughed gently and broke the silence. "Did you help me?"

Robert Ye let out a whoosh, and then stopped talking.

I guessed he was in a bad mood and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He said, "I'll take you to the hospital now."

His voice was mellow, deep and magnetic.

I was a woman who liked sounds, and I liked to listen to some dubbing on the Internet. I really didn't expect Robert Ye not only to be good-looking, but also to had such a nice voice.

I couldn't help feeling sorry, and then thanked him, "I am sorry for that."

It seemed that I haven't been in a coma for long. I touched my forehead with my hand, and when I found Robert Ye didn't answer me, I closed my eyes again.

After that, we didn't continue to communicate.

When the car arrived at the hospital and just stopped, a young man ran up,"Second Lord, everything is arranged."

Robert Ye nodded and turned to me. "He will take you for examination."

I was surprised that he had arranged things so thoughtfully, so I quickly thanked him again.

The young man smiled and said, "Please come with me."

I followed him to go inside, and then looked back, and found that Robert Ye had already driven away.

The young man's character seemed to be sunny, always showing his face. He took the initiative to introduce himself. "My name is Dean Ye, and everyone calls me Dean."

I said hastily, "My last name is Ding, and I am definitely older than you. Please call me Sister Ding."

He replied softly, " Sister Ding, we are going to make a CT now. The Second Lord has already informed the hospital. "

As for the soldiers before, I guessed that Robert Ye's identity was not simple. But his words could make the hospital work for him, and it was still a military hospital here, which was not something that ordinary people could do.

And Dean Ye around me looked cheerful, but they didn't talk much. He was like the servant of a wealthy family I saw on TV, and he was particularly well trained.

I had a rough estimate of this, but I didn't show it.

After that, Dean Ye took me to see the doctor, and the doctor was very respectful to him, and by the way, I also enjoyed a top treatment.

The test results came out. I had only the skin injury, and it didn't hurt my head. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

After the doctor prescribed the medicine and everything was in order, Dean Ye offered to send me home, and I politely refused. I really owed Robert Ye a favor, so I didn't want to bother his men any more.

I felt that no matter what his status was, since he had helped me this time, the next time I met him at school, I would express my gratitude.