She found his bath towel in a familiar way, walked to the bathroom door, opened the door just a tiny crack, and handed it in.
The man's handsome big hand stretched out and took it.
After a while, he came out wrapped in a bath towel.
He has a really good figure, with a 37/30 ratio, eight-pack abs, and tight and well-defined muscles. He is eye-catching no matter how you look at him. He is full of the hormonal charm of a mature man!
Lan Xixi's little face turned red.
Fortunately, he still had wounds on his body, so he wouldn't be so embarrassed. She quickly walked to the small sofa:
“Did a professional doctor prescribe the medicine for you?
Your wound is so serious, why don’t you go to the hospital or ask Mr. Xiao to come over and treat it for you?”
"No, you deserve this injury. Who asked him to make you angry?" Bo Zhanye walked to the sofa and sat down gracefully.
Lan Xixi: "..." Has he ever said that about himself?
But my heart still feels faintly sweet.
She took the alcohol and gauze, walked up to him, bent down, and carefully treated her injuries.
The wound was really deep, the skin and flesh were twisted, and there was no mercy at all.
How much courage and perseverance does it take for a person to do such a heavy hand to himself?
Lan Xixi's throat felt uncomfortable, and her eyes became sore:
"Don't do this in the future. If you don't stop the bleeding in time, you will die."
Bo Zhanye looked at her while she was concentrating on treating his wounds, but also feeling distressed and sad, his eyes became softer:
"This was the best approach at the time.
Even if you don't get angry afterwards, I can't accept it."
He said that he is not casual about this kind of thing.
Lanxi River is heavy and surprising at the same time.
He had obviously done that with Lan Jiao and his secretary, so at least he didn't feel conservative, so why did he take it so seriously?
Do you care too much about her, or are you obsessed with divorcing Lan Jiao?
No matter what, Lan Xixi is really not angry this time.
Carefully bandaging all his wounds and applying good medicine, she said:
"Don't touch the water for now. I'll change the dressing tomorrow morning. The work will be lighter these days. Don't be tired."
Her gentle instructions were completely unique to a little woman.
Bo Zhanye pulled her down, held her in his arms, and stared at her crimson face:
"Are you so worried about me? Take the necklace back, huh?"
This was the first gift he gave her, and he didn't want her not to cherish it.
Besides, her neck and right-angled shoulders were very beautiful, and he liked having the things he bought her on them.
Lan Xixi returned it to him out of anger, but now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, there is no reason to refuse anymore.
She nodded lightly, letting him gently put the necklace back around her neck, and then kissed her collarbone.
Her whole body tightened and resisted slightly.
But it's not so contradictory, on the contrary, it's a bit unsatisfactory.
Bo Zhanye hugged her deeper, then his lips fell on her neck, and he asked carefully:
"You said before that you also prepared a birthday gift for me?"
When Lan Xixi mentioned that, her face turned red:
"No, I just planned to prepare, but if I didn't, I would have to make amends again another day."
Bo Zhanye's eyes darkened.
When it was Bo Xilang's birthday, she not only remembered it, but also planned to send the design drawing in advance, which was very thoughtful.
Not ready for his birthday?
Thinking that there was a reason to make her angry, he comforted himself with this and asked:
"What were you preparing for? I didn't get it. At least let me hear it? Huh?"
How dare Lan Xixi say that!
"It's really nothing. Don't ask. Did you haven't had dinner last night? I'll go see and cook something for you."
She got up and ran.
Bo Zhanye saw her blushing and guilty conscience. His intuition was not that simple, and he felt a sense of inquiry and curiosity in his heart.
‘Ding dong!’ Just at this moment, Lan Xixi’s mobile phone placed on the table rang with WeChat.