Mr Lu,You are my taste!

Ji Jing pulls the waist of his trousers with a dull face and looks at her.

When the time came, he simply sat down on the carpet, pulled his trouser legs and continued to shake, "change shoes first."

Ji Jing's head is still very painful. Every time he moves it, it seems that something is shaking inside. He frowns and looks at her for a while. He leans down and pulls his slippers from his hand and goes inside.

Lying on the bed again, Ji Jing couldn't sleep.

A few minutes later, when he came in, he raised his hand to touch his head. The fever had subsided and his face didn't look so red.

"Hungry or not? Eat first? "

Ji Jing didn't open his eyes, and he didn't know if it was because of his illness. He was a little angry. "Don't you have anything to say?"

"Don't you know all about it?"

“……” Inexplicably, Ji Jing is even more angry. Leaning on the head of the bed, he stares at her angrily. He feels his head buzzing, "don't I know?"

"If I don't know, I don't know. Your people are so smart and loyal, and you give me so much authority. I won't lose my life."

“……” It became speechless.

Ji Jing speechless closed his eyes again, and he didn't know what he was breathing, but he was holding a breath in his heart.

"You don't believe me?" When it was time to hold him, their foreheads touched, and they were still the closest.

Ji Jing shook his head, "forget it, nothing."

He was so stuffy and confused that he didn't know what to say.

"Don't think too much. I'm fine."

"What if something happened?"

When a Zheng, looking at his face unhappy, brow tightly wrinkled, pursed lips nodded, "then I'll pay attention next time."

The good attitude of admitting mistakes makes Ji Jing speechless. He frowns and doesn't speak any more.

For the first time, they were very silent when they ate, only the sound of chewing and the cough of Ji Jing.

After dinner, it's time. Ji Jing's cell phone rings while he is washing dishes in the kitchen.

"Did you find it?"

Lin Tang stopped at the other end of the phone and said in shame, "sorry, young master, I ran away."

Ji Jing pressed the forehead that presses hair ache, "this Zeng haochu is to look down upon him, like this, everybody worked hard tonight."

When the time came, he poured a glass of water for him, and then took the medicine to him, "is it still uncomfortable?"

Ji Jing took the medicine and shook his head.

Touched his head, has not how to burn, when he pulled down on the sofa, hands are not very skilled on his head.

The man sighed silently, "you."

"If it were you, you would probably make the same choice as me, so don't be angry."

"I'm a man." Ji Jing's weak emphasis.

When the smile, "when do you have such a strong male chauvinism?"

Ji Jing glanced at her and said nothing.

In fact, they all know that it's not male chauvinism, it's just that no one wants to let the other party involved.

"If one day you die for me, I will live a good life with our good expectation of life," she said. Her hands gradually faded, and she found some massage skills. Her voice was as gentle and light as her movements. "If one day I die for you, I hope you can do the same."

The curling voice urges people to sleep, but Ji Jing raises her eyes, "are you not afraid that I will marry someone else?"

"I love you. I've done everything I want to do for you. I can't manage the rest, whether you marry or not, and I don't want to."

Ji Jing sat up and didn't know whether she was angry or not. She stared at her for a long time and didn't say anything.