"Nothing?!" Leng Zimo came back to his senses, shaking his head that hurt a little. He was afraid that telling the truth would worry her, and his eyes fell ambiguously on her collar, "The spring light is too bright, a bit dazzling!
"
Luo Xiaoqian lowered her head and glanced at her neckline. The zipper of her jacket was a little loose. From his angle, she should just be able to see her chest.
"Bad guy!" Her face heated up, she raised her hand to push his face to the other side, pulled up the zipper and reset it, took a towel and put it on the back of his neck, "Close your eyes and rest for a while.
I'll help you wash it!"
Leng Zimo closed his eyes as he was told, and Luo Xiaoqian stretched out her hand to help him take a bath.
Starting from the head, then the face, neck...
With his eyes closed, he could clearly feel the gentle strength of her fingers.
He instinctively opened his eyes and saw that she was concentrating on cleaning his other arm with a bath towel. Her face was a little hot due to the steam from the hot water, and she became more and more flushed. There were a few small white patches on her cheeks.
Bubble, playful and cute.
Tightening his fingers, he held her palm directly.
"Zimo?!" Feeling his fingers tighten, Luo Xiaoqian turned her face in doubt, "Did I rub too hard?!"
His fingers gently caressed hers, "Wash with me!"
Luo Xiaoqian's face suddenly turned red, "No!"
His arm was injured and he had fainted just now. She was only worried that something would happen to him again.
Leng Zimo didn't say anything else, he just raised his hand to hug her. Half of her body was leaning on the bathtub. The palm holding the bathtub suddenly slipped, and she fell directly over and fell on him.
The two of them fell into the bathtub together.
Wow!
The water splashed out, and the snow-white foam instantly flowed all over the ground.
"Is your arm hurt..."
Shocked, Luo Xiaoqian raised her face from his arms and looked at his injured arm. She felt relieved when she saw that his arm was still lying aside because it was wrapped in plastic wrap and had not gotten wet.
"This time, you took the initiative!"
He smiled and looked at her water-soaked home clothes.
Her face was almost red and bleeding, and her body was trapped by him. She couldn't escape, and she didn't dare to move. She just froze there and didn't dare to move.
Seeing her shy look, he raised his lips, stretched out his hand, pulled her hand over, and placed it on his chest.
"I will let Luo Jun accept me as soon as possible, and then we can be together forever."
"good."
She responded in his arms, even if he didn't remember the past, so what, this man loved her and always loved her, that was enough.
…
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Beijing, a newspaper, editor's office.
The editor-in-chief looked at the photos sent by his reporters. In the photos, Jiao Yang was wearing casual clothes and wide-rimmed glasses, shopping in the supermarket. After only flipping through a few photos, he lost interest and threw the photos on the table.
He frowned and looked at his entertainment reporter standing across the table.
"Is this the headline you made?! What title did you ask me to give, 'After five years of absence, CEO Prince transforms into a god of food and buys ingredients to cook in person'?!"
"It's really impossible to take a picture. I followed him for a week. Apart from working, he went home and never even went to a nightclub. There was nothing worthy of taking pictures." The entertainment reporter, who had just started in the industry, was careful.
argued.
"Put this garbage away. I'll give you another two weeks. If you still can't take pictures of anything valuable, just write a letter of resignation." The editor stood up.
"Deputy Editor!" The entertainment planner hurriedly put away the photos and chased after him, "If you take a closer look, even if it can't make the headlines, it can still be used as a sideshow."
