What kind of bad thoughts can the stand-in male lead have?

After taking a bath in a complicated mood, Shang Lu wore a simple white bottoming top, which was tightly attached to his body, showing his well-defined muscle lines.

Underneath is a pair of gray sweatpants. When walking, the two slender and powerful long legs walk steadily. With his own long brown bath towel on his shoulders, he pushed the door out with a dazed expression.

Jiang Li looked at him calmly, his hair was still wet, sticking to the corners of his temples and eyes, like a lost dog, which made her heart tremble.

"Towel." Jiang Li reached out and handed over the white dry towel he had just put on the back of the chair. Shang Lu gave her a complicated look, his brows were lowered and his expression was unnatural.

The change of identities between the two came too suddenly, and he was still a little uncomfortable, let alone how to face her.

Shanglu reached out to pick it up, and the moment his undried fingers touched her fingertips, he withdrew his hand in a hurry, so that he missed it and the towel fell on the ground.

"I'll pick it up..."

Shang Lu bent down to pick it up, and Jiang Li also bent down to pick it up. The hands of the two overlapped again on the surface of the towel. Shang Lu's heart skipped a beat. Before he could recover, Jiang Li had already picked up the towel. He patted the dust that didn't exist on it, and pulled out a chair to the side of Shanglu as if nothing had happened.

"Sit down, I'll wipe it for you."

Shang Lu sat down stiffly, raised his head, and stared at Jiang Li with narrow peach blossom eyes.

Jiang Li spread out the towel, flipped it over Pokemon's head, pressed it gently, and occasionally brushed his ear tips with his cold little finger.

As if there was an electric current climbing up the tailbone, Shang Lu immediately tensed his back, and looked at Jiang Li uneasily.

Jiang Li's sudden intimacy makes him uneasy.

In his heart, he likes to be in close contact with her, to be held by her, to have her fingers inserted into his hair, and rubbing the back of his head.

She even held her cheek and leaned over to kiss her, taking it a step further.

After the divorce, he had thought about such a scene more than once in his mind, but he was afraid of scaring her, so he kept his duty and did not dare to exceed the rules.

But it was different now, the intimacy he had dreamed of really fell on him, and she was indeed as he thought, willing to bend down to look at him more pitifully.

However, this kind of intimacy is always somewhat unreal, his two feet seem to be hanging in the air, and the relationship between him and her is only maintained by a thin and cold relationship of money transactions.

His dignity, his arrogance, were all suspended in mid-air and whipped.

But he was happy with it.

As long as she likes it, as long as he has it, he can give it to her.

Shang Lu squinted his eyes, tilted his head and slightly rubbed against Jiang Li's palm.

Jiang Li knew nothing about Shanglu's entangled psychological activities.

She only knew that she had pissed him off, so she should coax him and give him what he wanted.

He wants to eat soft food and doesn't want to work hard, it doesn't matter, she has money to support him.

In the end, as Shanglu said, she is quite stubborn, she is used to thinking about all problems rationally and calmly, and the relationship between her and Shanglu has also been confused and contradictory for a long time.

For example, she and Shang Lu Mingming have divorced, but they are still worried about his safety all the time. Another example is that they will be very happy and at ease when they are with him.

And she didn't notice his carefulness, just like someone said, how could it be possible for a person to sit by the fire all the time without noticing the temperature?
It is because of the awareness that I am afraid and at a loss.

I'm afraid that he is just a whim, and will leave hastily after the freshness is over; I am afraid that he is another businessman who will pull her into the emotional quagmire and leave alone.

She was hesitant and cautious, trying to find the most effective way to sort out the relationship between the two people, and then find a way to break the situation.

However, this is difficult for her.

But now, the relationship between two people only needs to be maintained by the purest money transaction.

She doesn't have to feel uneasy because of the ups and downs in her heart caused by Shang Lu, and she doesn't need to be upset about who Shang Lu will like. As long as no one is richer than her, he will stay by her side.

Maybe over time, she'll get tired of the relationship, or he'll get tired of being with her.

It doesn't matter, she will let go when the time comes.

But in any case, it shouldn't be now.

Jiang Lilong wiped it with a towel for a while, and stroked the broken hair on his forehead with her fingers. It had dried a lot, and she turned to find the hair dryer.

The layout and habit of placing things here are exactly the same as when Shanglu didn't move out, so Jiang Li easily found his hair dryer in the upper left drawer of the desk.

Maodou had been making a fuss among the crowd for a long time today, and was a little tired, lying lazily on the carpeted place to take a nap.

Jiang Li plugged in the hair dryer, Shang Lu dragged the chair to the side, and lightly kicked Maodou's big tail with his toes.

Maodou was woken up by him, turned her head and glared at him resentfully, then dragged her tail and walked towards the cheese sauce on the edge of the blanket.

Jiang Li turned the hair dryer to the smallest setting, and blew in his palm to make sure the temperature was right, before he began to dry Phytophagophyta's hair.

Her fingers shuttled between his hair, pressing gently on his scalp, very comfortable.

Shanglu let out a sigh in his throat, and played loosely with the tassel hanging from Jiang Li's scarf, raised his head and asked, "Jiang Tiedan, then I am now the canary you raised?"

canary?

Jiang Li looked at him suspiciously.

He seemed a little self-aware.

His unassuming and arrogant appearance, as well as his height of 186 and his smooth and powerful muscular lines, when he rebelled, ten cows would have to be pulled out for two miles by him, which has nothing to do with the soft and boneless canary Son.

"Falcon." Jiang Li raised his voice so that he could hear, "It's as fierce as you."

Fierce and angry.

"Tsk." Shang Lu smiled, and wrapped the tassel around his index finger twice, "I'm so fierce and you still want to raise me, what are you trying to do, you Jiang Tiedan?"

"You are good-looking, have a good figure, and have good physical strength." Jiang Li stopped back with his words.

"You still have some discernment." Shang Lu raised his eyebrows rather complacently, but Jiang Li pressed the back of his head and lowered his head.

The warm air from the hair dryer blew on the finely shaved hair above the nape of his neck, and Shang Lu recalled what Jiang Li had just said.

Captive falcons?
Sounds like a good idea.

But now the problem is coming. It was easy for him to magnify his words at the time, but now that he really has a soft meal, he is a little confused and doesn't know what to do.

He took his mobile phone, clicked on the group chat interface, thought for a while, and asked: I have a friend who wants to ask, he was taken care of by the benefactor, what should he do to please the benefactor?