150. Chapter 150 The man in front of me is a little strange 4
Luo Xiaoqian pressed the switch, but the hair dryer just didn't respond. She turned her head in confusion, then remembered that the power was not plugged in, so she hurriedly put down the hair dryer and went to get the socket.
"so stupid!"
With a low curse, Leng Zimo reached over, reached out with his long arm, and inserted the plug into the socket before her.
"Try bathing with one hand!"
Luo Xiaoqian retorted to him in a low voice, and raised her hand to grab the hair dryer, but missed it again.
"sit down!"
Leng Zimo held the hair dryer in one hand and raised his chin towards the wooden chair in the bathroom where he could sit while changing clothes.
"Myself……"
"Sit down!" His tone was filled with impatience.
Tightening her bathrobe, Luo Xiaoqian sat on the wooden chair with her back to him.
Leng Zimo took the big towel, grabbed her long hair and squeezed out some water, then turned on the hair dryer and helped her dry her hair.
The hair dryer was buzzing, and he held up her long hair in his palm. His fingertips inadvertently brushed her hair, and there was a sudden tingling sensation. Luo Xiaoqian's heartbeat was beating, and Luo Xiaoqian's heart was inexplicably...
Jump up fast.
She was facing the bathroom mirror and could see him in the mirror with only the corner of her eye.
Leng Zimo's lips were slightly pursed at the moment, and his beautiful lips formed a straight line. His expression was very focused, as if he was not blow-drying his hair, but playing a favorite piano piece...
When this man is not angry, he is impeccably handsome.
Looking at his side face, she instinctively thought of him playing the piano. In her collection, there was one of his selected MVs. When she was a girl, she always liked to sit on the sofa and watch him play the piano, and then
I imagined that maybe one day, she would be able to sing on the same stage with him.
At that time, how could she have imagined that one day, she and him would become what they are now?!
"Change clothes and go downstairs!"
Leng Zimo's voice brought her back to reality.
Luo Xiaoqian hurriedly got up and followed him out of the bathroom. He walked over, opened the closet, and looked at the clothes she hung in the closet. He just frowned.
Apart from jeans and a T-shirt, is she going to go to the press conference with him wearing these?!
He casually found two pieces of her clothes and threw them on the bed. He turned around and walked to her, reaching for her belt. He noticed her bra in his hand and realized that he wanted to help her.
After changing clothes, Luo Xiaoqian's cheeks were burning.
"I can do it myself!"
Looking at her face that was so red that it was almost bleeding, Leng Zimo didn't insist.
"Come down immediately after changing!"
After giving the order, he strode out of the door.
Luo Xiaoqian listened to his footsteps walking away, then grabbed the small clothes he took out for her, and quickly put them on her body, then her chest and clothes. As a result, she encountered the same problem again.
Facts have proved that putting on the chest with one hand is more troublesome than taking off the clothes.
Gritting her teeth, she simply ignored it and put on her pants, T-shirt, and socks. After tidying up a little, she hurried downstairs.
All the way to the outside of the kitchen, I saw him taking a casserole off the fire and putting it on the table. The dishes and chopsticks were ready. On the kitchen cabinet next to it, there was the big bag he had brought back earlier.
So he asked her to come for dinner, not to cook?!
Looking at Leng Zimo who was carefully scooping out the pork liver soup from the casserole with a spoon, Luo Xiaoqian suddenly felt that the man in front of her was so strange.
Is this man really the Leng Zimo who bit her, grabbed her, and declared his ownership?
