Mu Qingya didn't know that Ji Zhanbai was allergic to the smell of her perfume. She stared at Ji Zhanbai and said to herself, "Did you catch a cold? Why are you sneezing? Do you want to see a doctor?"
Ji Zhanbai sneezed a few more times, and his body began to itch. It was so uncomfortable that he couldn't stay any longer. He said sorry and left in a hurry.
Seeing Ji Zhanbai leave like this, Mu Qingya looked at his back inexplicably, "Did I say something wrong? Is your friend unhappy?"
"He's not unhappy, he's very happy. It's just that he has a quirk and is allergic to certain perfumes. You happened to use the perfume he's allergic to today. I don't think he can sit down and have a good chat with you tonight, haha
, that’s all I can do today, I’ll find a chance to meet again in the future!”
Mu Qingya followed Gu Zichen into the box in a daze, and then left in a daze. She drank too much and fell asleep when she got back in the car.
Ji Zhanbai, who was allergic to Mu Qingya's perfume, sneezed and itched all the way home. After taking allergy medicine, he felt much better.
After coming out of the shower, he frowned and sat on the bed, pondering. The meeting tonight was too bad.
He clearly remembered that the woman that night didn't have any messy smell of perfume? Why did the Mu Qingya who got him have such a strong smell of perfume?
And it happened to be the smell that made him allergic? Could it be that he had found the wrong person?
Thinking about it, I thought it was impossible. He had hung the identity tag on the woman with his own hands. It only took less than two days for him to leave and tell Ono to find someone. It was impossible for something to happen in just two days.
Forget it, it's just the smell of perfume, and he's not allergic to all perfumes. After the matter is settled, just let her change to another perfume.
He was used to Mu Qingchi guarding him in the room at night, but Ji Zhanbai was not used to it this night.
It has only been a few days, but he has become accustomed to seeing Jiang Jingyao in the room?
This is terrible, and getting used to it is really not a good thing.
Ji Zhanbai forced himself to fall asleep. In the morning, he heard a knock on the door in his sleep.
The woman's voice was soft: "Can I come in?"
Ji Zhanbai, who was a little angry when he heard her voice, calmed down inexplicably, "Come in!"
"You locked the door and I can't come in!"
"Wait a minute!" Ji Zhanbai put on his clothes and opened the door in his wheelchair. Mu Qingchi walked in with a smile, "Did you sleep well?"
"not good!"
"How about I push you out for a walk?" Mu Qingchi looked at him carefully. The man's face was covered with a mask and his expression couldn't be seen clearly, but he didn't feel like a stranger, which proved that he was not angry now.
"Aren't you afraid of meeting a mad dog again?" Ji Zhanbai asked back.
"My luck can't be so bad, can it?"
"That's not easy to say. You go have breakfast first, and I will come down by myself later."
He said that Mu Qingchi had no choice but to go downstairs obediently. Listening to her retreating footsteps, Ji Zhanbai got off the wheelchair and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Mu Qingchi finished breakfast, washed the dishes, and pushed Ji Zhanbai to the garden. This time she did not dare to take yesterday's route, but changed the direction.
The weather was good today, the sun was very bright. She pushed Ji Zhanbai down to the grass in the garden, squatted next to him and raised her head to look at Ji Zhanbai, "Do you want me to massage your legs?"
Ji Zhanbai nodded, and Mu Qingchi raised his hand and gently started massaging his legs.
Her fingers were slender and white, her facial features were exquisite, her skin was fair and flawless without makeup, her eyes were clear and bright when she looked at Ji Zhanbai, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised when she smiled, giving Ji Zhanbai a pleasing feeling.
He unnaturally compared her with Mu Qingya, whom he met last night. He felt that Jiang Jingyao looked good-looking and comfortable now.
Mu Qingchi massaged him gently for a while, "Do you want me to apply more force? If you feel anything, just tell me, okay?"
Ji Zhanbai didn't speak. He wasn't really paralyzed, so how could he not feel anything, but he couldn't tell Mu Qingchi. He could only watch the woman's slender fingers slowly move up his calf.
When Mu Qingchi went home last night, he specifically looked at the acupuncture points on the human body's legs.
Her hands slowly moved up from Yanglingquan to Zhongdu, and there was a forbearance on Ji Zhan's face behind the white mask.
The woman's hand massaged Zhongdu for a while and then moved upward, ready to massage Fengshi. Ji Zhanbai grabbed her hand. "Don't move!"
