In the past, he liked to wear close-fitting narrow-legged pants, but Lin Qianqian chose comfortable clothes as the basis for considering that he often sat.
She took her clothes into the bathroom, and Yan Mubei drove the car and followed in. Even though he was in a wheelchair, he felt a sense of happiness at this moment.
He thought she would definitely rinse him in person.
Thinking about it is already exciting.
Unexpectedly: "I asked Deng Liang to come in and wash you."
Yan Mubei immediately pulled down his face: "I want you to wash it for me."
"Didn't you say you want to listen to me?"
"...Can you listen selectively?" bargained pitifully.
"Then can I choose not to love you?"
"Can't."
"That's it." Lin Qianqian patted his head, like coaxing a child: "You take a shower obediently and surprise you later."
"My surprise is that you can help me take a shower."
"Be more serious."
"I'm already serious."
Yan Mubei complained: If I were not serious, I would have already pressed you in the bathroom.
Lin Qianqian was too lazy to ignore his protest, took the electric shaver and a wet towel, then sat on the edge of the bathtub, wiped his sloppy handsome face and smeared bubbles.
Press the button of the razor and tidy up his appearance like a virtuous and good wife.
She beat his handsome face, and he could no longer see her appearance and couldn't help frowning.
Lin Qianqian suddenly asked him: "Who is that woman? Is it the beauty you hide?"
"Of course not." He answered nervously, turned his face, but Lin Qianqian tried hard to get back on the floor.
"What are you nervous, don't move." She glared at him.
He quickly explained: "He is a new physiotherapist, responsible for massage my feet. If you don't like it, you can change it."
If Deng Liang hadn't stopped her in time just now, he might not have seen her now.
Of course he was nervous.
Speaking of his feet, Lin Qianqian's attention was turned away: "The doctor said what's wrong with your feet? When will you recover?"
She just cared about his physical condition, but at this time Yan Mubei was afraid that she would dislike him, so she said, "It's about a month, or half a month. If you accompany me every day, I can recover faster.
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Lin Qianqian was amused by his sweet mouth and tongue.
"Be serious."
"I'm already serious."
"Why haven't you looked for me for half a year?"
If there is no golden house to hide his charm, what is he busy with?
Didn’t you say you miss her very much? Is it painful to think about it?
Why not come to her?
Yan Mubei's eyes darkened: "You cry so painfully, I... feel like a bastard. If you can't see me, you will be happy, then I won't show up."
Lin Qianqian was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes became gentler.
The man's stubborn slut on his face accumulated for half a year, and was completely shoveled as Lin Qianqian's hand pulled up and fell.
Of course, after all, it is not a skilled technician, so there are inevitably minor flaws in some places.
Yan Mubei took over her job and also dealt with the small flaws.
She sat there, looking at the man in front of her, with a gentle expression.
In fact, she was still nervous at this moment, but she was willing to love her bravely for the sake of her children and for him.
It is not easy for a person to love someone sincerely and without regrets.
Even though this person brings you a lot of harm and pain, he cannot relieve himself because he penetrates his bone marrow.
She is willing to take another try in the years when she is still young and energetic.