When Li Jingchen heard this, he spread his long legs to both sides, as if he was welcoming her to do it himself.
For the sake of his shoulders, Lu Wanwan had no choice but to step forward, take off her gloves, lower her head and unbutton his shirt.
She lowered her eyebrows and looked at people quietly. She was really well-behaved.
In the dead of night, only the snowflakes falling quietly outside the window made a slight sound on the branches of the trees.
Li Jingchen's mood had never been calmer before, until Lu Wanwan frowned and muttered: "Li Jingchen, your shoulders are blue!"
Li Jingchen turned his head and saw that he was indeed bruised.
"Really, you were hit, why didn't you say anything?" Lu Wanwan glared at him with feigned anger, then turned around to find some ointment.
There were all the medicines in the drawer. Lu Wanwan came back soon, squeezed the ointment into his palms, then put his hands together, and used the temperature of his palms to help the ointment melt away quickly.
Then, Lu Wanwan gave medicine to Li Jingchen's bruised shoulder.
When her little hands gently rubbed his shoulders without any obstruction, Li Jingchen's big palm on the handle of the chair suddenly closed, and it took a lot of effort not to hug Lu Wanwan into his arms and ask for it arbitrarily.
Because of her touch, he began to long for her, so long that his whole body ached.
In order to distract himself, Li Jingchen asked: "Wanwan, do you still hate me?"
Lu Wanwan took the time to glance at him and asked without emotion: "Why do you ask this suddenly?"
Li Jingchen smiled, but there was a hint of bitterness hidden in it: "I want to know if my efforts have paid off?"
Lu Wanwan paused slightly and asked, "You did so much just to eliminate my hatred for you?"
Li Jingchen said honestly: "This is just the first step. I have prepared a lot."
Lu Wanwan laughed a little: "If you tell me now, won't I know?"
Li Jingchen looked straight at her pretty face and whispered: "I thought my ambition was already obvious."
"Then I can only say that so far, you have succeeded."
Lu Wanwan said, helping him put on his shirt, and when he was about to fasten the buttons, he grabbed his hands.
What Wanwan means is that she doesn't hate him anymore?
Li Jingchen's thin lips trembled slightly, wanting to ask clearly, but worried that he would not get the answer he wanted.
Sweetness and pain intertwined in his heart, and finally turned into a sentence: "...Thank you."
Thank you for finally opening your heart to me and letting me share weal and woe with you.
*
The next morning.
Lu Wanwan received a phone call.
Seeing that the call was from Xiaozhen, Lu Wanwan's face couldn't help but darken.
After thinking about it, she slid over the answer button, put it to her ear and said, "Xiaozhen, it's me. What can I do for you so early?"
Xiaozhen said cheerfully: "It's nothing, I just want to ask you, when will Mr. Fu and you come to the company for inspection? My old colleagues miss you so much!"
After Lu Wanwan finished listening, he asked in a deep voice: "Xiaozhen, did you see everything last night?"
Xiaozhen was obviously short-circuited: "Look, what do you see?"
Lu Wanwan emphasized: "Did you see me at the ice sculpture art exhibition held in the square last night?"
"Then what, you...did you see me too?"
Xiaozhen had no plans and was immediately tested by Lu Wanwan.