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After White finished speaking, it was too late to put the "Wildcats wild and **** enough, and they must suit your taste." After speaking, I saw Evelyn wearing a nanny apron, holding a watering machine, and angrily Leaning on the side of the entrance shoe cabinet, staring.

White hurriedly swallowed what was in his mouth.

He took the phone away a bit, "So you are at home."

Evelyn bulged her cheeks, "What are you talking about. Sexy? Beautiful? Am I not enough?"

With that, Evelyn akimbo, scratching her head in front of White's face.

White quickly beckoned to appease and turned around, trying to return his attention to the phone on the other end.

Brooklyn really felt very strange to him and called out on the phone.

"I heard a woman's voice!" Brooklyn said.

"I see! Be quiet," White said.

At this time, Evelyn, who was still very interested in the call, had already put her body over, trying to hear the conversation between White and Brooklyn more clearly.

If Evelyn really listened to it, that would be terrible. Maybe something happened.

White thought to himself, it's better to avoid Evelyn.

"It's not very convenient now, or else, Brooklyn. You edit the matter into an email and send it to me." White said.

"Mail? A guilty conscience." Brooklyn smiled thiefly after speaking, "Hurry up and admit it, is it your girlfriend?"

Before White could answer, he heard the voice of "Ouch, Ouch" coming from the side. Although it was deliberately suppressed, it was still very obvious in White's ears, and it must have been heard by Brooklyn on the opposite side.

When White heard this, without waiting for what Brooklyn said, he put the phone down.

"White..." Evelyn called.

White put the phone in his trouser pocket, turned around, Evelyn touched her ankle, slowly slid down from the cabinet, and squatted on the ground.

Evelyn's slender eyebrows wrinkled, and White saw it, and hurried over to help check it.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt here?" White asked.

"Yeah." Evelyn pursed her lips and nodded.

White tilted his head and looked at it. The place Evelyn was stroking was next to the ankle. He gently pulled Evelyn's hand away while looking over, only to see that the area was red and swollen.

Seeing White frowning, Evelyn endured the pain and explained.

"It actually hurts for a day today. But it hurt so much just now," Evelyn said.

"How about going to the hospital?" White suggested.

White put Evelyn's hand on his shoulders, and he was about to stand up Evelyn. Before he straightened up, he was taken aback.

This plot is a bit familiar.

The beauty is awkward, the protagonist originally wanted to be sent to the hospital, but after another thought, it was better to go back to the apartment. As a result, in the apartment, the two of them came together.

"Isn't this... the story of Brooklyn's R-2? God fucking..." White murmured.

Evelyn raised her head and said "Ah" after hearing this sentence.

"It shouldn't be a bad foot. I walked in high heels for a day today without looking for a job. The amount of walking today is several times more than before, so maybe because of this, my feet are swollen." Evelyn explained.

Evelyn was a bit embarrassed to explain this.

"You don't need to go to the hospital, really. I have done it before, just rubbing the medicine." Evelyn waved her hand and said.

She seemed to hate being treated as a weak patient.

White cast his gaze to Evelyn who was next to him.

"Does it hurt?" White asked in a low voice.

"A little bit." Evelyn said.

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White thought about it again and again, but decided.

"Well, then it's up to you," White said.

White thought to himself that Evelyn's character was too much for himself. It's better to just listen to her instead of going to the hospital.

White helped Evelyn onto the sofa in the living room, let Evelyn lie down on it, and then went to the medicine cabinet for a while and found out the swelling ointment.

White read the instructions first, then stuffed the instructions into the cabinet after he hastily understood, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and walked out with a towel.

At this time, Evelyn on the sofa was looking bored at the book. She saw White coming out with the ointment, and she lay down, resting her hands on her chin, waiting for White.

White walked over to Evelyn and sat down. While removing the ointment, he glanced at the book in her hand.

"My Hollywood?" White thought to himself, she had dreams of acting.

Seeing White's sight, Evelyn smiled shyly.

"Don't laugh at me. Everyone has their own dreams." Evelyn said.

While thinking about whether there is any Hollywood actress named Evelyn in this era, White wondered, it seems that Evelyn’s Hollywood dream is going to be broken. Among so many famous Hollywood actresses, if he doesn’t remember Wrong, there is no such person named Evelyn.

But seeing Evelyn's longing look, it's not easy to directly extinguish her hope, and there is a high chance that White may be beaten by Fat.

White simply said: "Then you work hard."

Evelyn returned with an expression of "that of course", and she held up the book again.

"Please rub the medicine," Evelyn said smoothly.

"It should be." White said helplessly.

White squeezed out a smear of ointment, stuck it on his fingers, pressed Evelyn's calf with one hand, and wiped it with the other.

Evelyn became dissatisfied a few back and forth.

"White, your technique is too unskilled. I am very painful." Evelyn said straightforwardly.

"...If I can be proficient, there are ghosts," White thought.

Seeing White didn't respond, Evelyn got up from the sofa with no effort.

"You want this." Evelyn grabbed White's hand and rubbed it slowly on her ankle.

White didn't move anymore, Evelyn grabbed herself with her white, slender fingers, but applied medicine to her feet.

This scene looks a bit strange from outsiders.

Not only that, but an abnormality arose in White's heart.

That being the case, you can't just wipe it yourself, and it's still behind his hand.

White looked at Evelyn in front of her, and saw her cheeks flushed towards her ears and her lips opened slightly.

"Like this, you know?" Evelyn asked.

White reacted after a while, nodding in a daze.

When Evelyn retracted her hand, White slowly wiped it off as she did.

This is no longer applying medicine, this is completely service... White thought to himself, licking his lips, even so, he is not a loss.

"Who was the person talking to you just now?" Evelyn asked.

Sure enough, she was still interested in the call.

White had finished wiping at this time, wiped his hands with a tissue, and heard Evelyn's question.

"A friend, a friend who works together. Talk about our cooperation." White added.

"Oh..." Evelyn retracted her shoulders, lacking interest.

After Evelyn said this, White remembered Brooklyn's mail. After wiping his fingers, he sat at his computer desk in the living room, entered the password, opened the notebook, and logged in to the mailbox.