pampered and married

Chapter 93

Xie Baichen's black eyes and Yan Dan's bright pupils looked at each other for a while, and half a second later, the man turned back to the table and put back the two stacks of papers he just pulled out without mercy: "If you don't finish writing this stack of papers, you won't be allowed to write it down." Stop." Xie Baichen glanced at the messy table, "Cut the paper."

"Huh—?" The woman who had given up all her previous efforts let out a wail.

Xie Baichen couldn't hold back, and turned his eyes away.

Yan Danqing was rubbing her hair, her pink and tender face was full of annoyance, she seemed to have frizzed to the extreme, her hair was tossed into a chicken coop, she put her hands on her cheeks, and she seemed to be thinking of some evil idea again, Xie Baichen was afraid of herself She disrupted the rhythm again and forcibly turned his head away.

Remind yourself that he is here to give a warning and turn on the red light. When he came, he was full of anger. He was thinking along the way, this woman can't do without beating and beating, but look now, when she is messing around Come on, how can he have the slightest deterrence at all?

As long as she said a few nice words to him, and acted like a baby, most of his anger could be suppressed. He knew that her flattery was half-true, but he still liked the feeling of being relied on by her and begging for mercy.

The only blame is that Huan Shui's rank is too high. If things go on like this, I'm afraid he won't be able to take the trick.

Xie Baichen shuddered inexplicably, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face, using the cold water to calm his disturbed mood.

After coming out of the bathroom, the room was quiet, and Yan Danqing's dissatisfied murmurs could not be heard, not even the sound of a woman throwing her pen deliberately in a petty temper.

Xie Baichen glanced at the living room strangely, Yan Danqing had already fallen asleep lying on the table.

The white moonlight reflected the woman's translucent skin, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Her breath was soft and long, mixed with a cat-like moan.

"Danqing." He called her softly, but no one answered.

Could it be that you fell asleep after writing a few words?
Xie Baichen approached, pursed his thin lips, and after looking down for a while, he stretched out his hands to embrace Yan Danqing's limp body, and satirized: "It's a pity that you don't become a princess because you are so delicate."

The pen that Yan Danqing held between her fingers slipped to the ground, and the slight sound made her frown slightly, and she muttered: "Xie Baichen, you are the best scum in the world..."

The man froze for a moment, his eyes sparkled with astonishment, and then turned into a faint smile that he didn't even notice.

There is him in her dream...

She dreamed of him...

It's just that scolding him in the dream is not so pleasant.

Xie Baichen pursed his lips, and lightly hugged Yan Danqing to the bedroom on the second floor.

"You are so courageous, you turned upside down in your dreams, right?" He kicked open the door and put her on the big comfortable bed. In order to get revenge, he stretched out his hand and twisted the tip of her nose.

Gentle and soft, a bit like a cat.

Yan Danqing frowned, turned over and went to the bed.

Xie Baichen thought it wasn't enough, so he pinched the tip of her nose again.

"It made you so restless." He sighed, looking into her eyes with a touch of pampering.

The woman who was frequently disturbed in her sleep was so annoyed that she didn't even open her eyes and wanted to fight back.

But she is no match for Xie Baichen, let alone still in a daze.

The man easily held her slender white wrist, heard her humming in pain, and then lowered his head to look.

On the wrist, a section of grayish blue is very conspicuous, and upon closer inspection, it is still a little swollen.

Is this writing a word with a broken hand?
Xie Baichen was speechless.

Did Miss Yan not hold a pen back then?How much she doesn't like studying...

He looked at her wrist helplessly for a while, then turned and went downstairs silently.

He remembered that under the coffee table in her living room, there was medicinal oil for relaxing tendons and activating blood circulation.

Every time he wanted to punish her, he always punished himself in the end.

Xie Baichen's complexion was complicated, he warmed up the medicated oil with his palm, and applied it on her slender wrist bit by bit with the massage technique.

After feeling that the temperature between her wrists was gradually heating up, he cut the gauze to help her patiently wrap up the wound.After finishing all this, Xie Baichen put Yan Danqing's hand back on the thin quilt, reproached him with "very delicate", leaned over and turned off the lamp beside the bed.

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The next day, when Tony came to the dressing room, he caught sight of the gauze on Yan Danqing's wrist.

"Oh, sister Dan, what's going on with you?" Tony exaggeratedly poured a glass of water and handed it to Yan Danqing, "It's so good, why did you get hurt?"

"Don't mention it, it's all thanks to Shao Hongfu." Yan Danqing took the water coolly, took a sip, lowered his eyes and tapped the matte coffee in the eyeshadow palette, signaling the makeup artist to use this color.

"Ah? Are you having a fight with Mr. Xie?" Tony had a big brain hole, thinking that it was Yan Danqing who was jealous of Jian Weiwei. Yesterday he couldn't argue with Xie Baichen, and threatened to cut his wrists, "Oh, sister Dan, I didn't persuade you yesterday. A man like Mr. Xie can't be tied down, why are you doing this? Look, you even hurt yourself, tell me, it's going to cause trouble, it's not worth dying for."

Yan Danqing resisted spraying a sip of water onto the dressing table: "Teacher Tony, you are too ridiculous, do I look like the kind of person who is looking for death and life? I am doing manual work for Mr. Xie."

handcraft work?

Nearly 35 years old and without a girlfriend, the man who usually has nothing to do but can only pass the lonely time by watching small movies suddenly has a brain racing.

The thief sent the makeup artist away, Tony gave Yan Danqing an ambiguous look, and said obsequiously: "That's because you are good, Sister Dan, otherwise, why would Mr. Xie be so happy to let you do handwork?"

"Who knows what's going on with him? He still won't stop. I've been working back and forth for almost two hours. Do you think my wrists must be wrapped?" Yan Danqing was annoyed.

"That's really hard work." Tony smiled, and silently praised Xie Baichen's stamina, "Mr. Xie is too much, and I'm tired of you, Sister Dan."

"No, it was almost the end after an hour and a half, but because I didn't give him any meat, he asked me to continue doing manual work." Yan Danqing was indignant.

Tony slandered, didn't you ask for that?What Mr. Xie likes is your delicious piece of meat, but if you don't give it to him, isn't that just asking for trouble?
But, of course, it's also sweet toil.

Tony thought smartly that Yan Danqing's complaint was just to show that Xie Baichen couldn't stop being with her, so he flattered him: "No one else would think of such a thing. Sister Dan is really enviable."

Yan Danqing thinks she's so enviable, she's about to break her hand, okay?
But, hehe, Xie Baichen didn't get it right either, so you want to torment her?He's still a little tender.

Don't let her stop?She simply pretended to be asleep, and taking advantage of his undefended heart, she even scolded him so that he couldn't keep his mouth shut, hum, cool!

Yan Danqing shook her hand with a sense of revenge, the gauze on her wrist made her stare.

Last night, she really didn't expect that Xie Baichen would give her a bandage massage. The rough touch of the man's fingertips, the gentle technique, and the faint breathing seemed to still rest on the skin of her wrist, warm and real.

Disappointed, Yan Danqing blushed.

(End of this chapter)