Cold President: Ex-wife is hard to chase

Chapter 23 He's Not Tired
The man didn't speak any more, he put his clothes on the basin and turned around to go out. Hearing the sound of closing the door, Ye Chen dared to lift his head from his knees.

She stood up and took the clothes the man gave her. It was a white shirt. Although it was only plain white, the fabric felt very comfortable. Even if Ye Chen didn't study clothing, he knew that the fabric must be exquisite.

After putting on the shirt, she took a look in the mirror to make sure that the length covered her hips and there was nothing wrong with it, so she opened the door and went out.

The room is no longer pitch-black, the desk lamp on the bedside table has been turned on by someone, and the light emitted is a violet-like lavender, and the soft light is projected onto the face of the person on the bed, as if to render him a scene. Layers of hazy drunkenness.

The man lying on the bed with his eyes closed is so amazingly beautiful!

Ye Chen didn't know if he was really asleep or just pretending to be asleep, so he walked slowly towards the door on tiptoe. When she came in just now, she could see clearly that there was a sofa in the living room outside, and she planned to spend the night there.

Just as he put his hand on the doorknob, a clear and pleasant voice came slowly from behind, "There were mice outside just two days ago."

"Ah!" With a scream, the woman who had come to the door jumped and rushed directly to the bed. She, Ye Chen, was most afraid of mice in her life.

The man was still lying down, but he had opened his eyes. He looked at the panicked woman who had jumped onto the bed with playful eyes, and sarcastically said, "You are so brave, you dare to walk the night road without people."

Ye Chen patted his chest in shock, not forgetting to talk back, "Whether you are courageous or not is not necessarily related to walking at night."

Saying that, she took a deep breath, lay down on the man's feet, and pulled the quilt along the way to cover herself from head to toe.

Maybe it was a new job, although he was very disturbed in his heart, he couldn't bear the fatigue of his body. It didn't take long for Ye Chen to fall asleep. On the contrary, the man who went to bed early was not sleepy at all. He stared intently. Looking at the retro desk lamp on the bedside table, my heart felt blurred.

Seeing that Ling Mo came, left without saying a word, Dong Man was naturally choked up, and the result of her anger was that the dishes at home suffered.

She overturned the untouched dishes on the dining table, including the tablecloth.

The sound of the tiles falling to the ground was clear and crisp, drawing the cook over who had just fallen asleep. Seeing the mess in the living room, she couldn't help being taken aback, "Ma'am, what's wrong?"

Dong Man still held a grudge against her for talking back, but helplessly, this person was chosen by Ling Mo's assistant, and it can be said that Ling Mo personally chose him for her. Furious, he gave her a cold look, "It's nothing, you cleaned up here."

The cook came in a hurry, and she only wore a coat over her autumn clothes. It was a bit inconvenient to work like this, and the whole living room was covered with oil from the splashed vegetable soup. It would probably take several hours after cleaning. , it was almost dawn then.

Dong Man saw the cook's embarrassment, snorted coldly, ignored her, and went straight upstairs, thinking to himself: I can't fix you in other places, and I will exhaust you by finding more work. One day, I will force you I have to go.

This is a common trick used by many companies when they don't want to use another person, but don't want to pay several times the liquidated damages. Now it is used by Dong Man in real life, and it is also well understood.

Seeing the mess in the house, the cook could only shake her head and sigh, then rolled up her sleeves and started to work. The long night of sleep was long, and she was destined to work until dawn.

What kind of people are they? The quality of this mistress really needs to be improved. She suddenly couldn't figure it out. The man who only saw him at dinner, from the way he talks and behaves, is a gentle and elegant man. , how could the eyesight be so bad?

Shaking her head, she really couldn't figure it out!
The next day, Ye Chen was woken up by the pain in his palms, and opened his heavy eyelids. In his sleepy eyes, the man's lustrous satin-like hair was reflected.

She lost her mind for a moment. With such hair, if you put a few pearls on it, it will definitely fall down without any hindrance.

The man who was lowering his head and busying himself with his own affairs noticed the eyes locked on him, raised his eyelids, and met those two eyes, "Don't move, it may hurt a little, bear with it, and you'll be fine soon."

Very shameless, his few words reminded Ye Chen of what he said last night, and his face blushed suddenly.

Ye Chen lowered her head, avoiding his staring eyes, and looked towards the place where the pain came from. The bandages that had been bandaged yesterday had been removed, revealing scraped flesh, traces of red flesh, which reminded her of when she was a child. In the Ye family's kitchen, I saw shredded radishes that the cook had scraped out with a plane. The only difference was the color.

Seeing that she was silent, Ling Mo didn't say any more, and turned his gaze back to the hand that was placed in his palm. Although she has a background that outsiders envy, in fact, her life may not be like that of a child from a well-off family.

Her palms had thin calluses left over from doing housework all year round, and he gently rubbed those calluses with his fingertips, as if he was feeling something.

There was an itch in the palm, and Ye Chen was not used to it. He instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand, but he was grabbed at a faster speed, and a deep voice followed, "It was soaked in water last night. If you don't change the dressing, it will probably fester. Then I will definitely go to the hospital to hang water."

With his half-exaggerated, half-factual words, she was really scared and didn't dare to move. Thinking about it now, she was afraid of a lot of things, probably because she was sick and had no one to accompany her when she was young. What I don't like is hanging water.

About 10 minutes later, the man returned her freedom to her, and she put the re-bandaged hand in front of her eyes. This technique is definitely not inferior to the professional bandaging level of the hospital yesterday.

She touched her injured right hand and couldn't help being curious, "Have you studied medicine?"

The man's hand on the tie paused slightly, and then continued to tie it, "No, it's just that I've seen it a lot, so I'll naturally learn it."

"Seeing too much?" Ye Chen was about to ask the second question, under what circumstances would he describe the scene of wound bandaging as too much, when someone knocked on the door, "Mr Ling, breakfast is ready .”

(End of this chapter)