Mr.Fan, please Leave me alone

Lu Yiyao went downstairs without looking back. When she came to the step where she fell last time, she stopped and squatted down. She thought: at that time, she was sure she didn't step empty, so why did the sole slip? This kind of mahogany is painted and there is no possibility of slipping.

She meditated. Meng Jiaying saw her squatting on the steps. At her angle, as long as she stepped forward and kicked her foot, Lu Yiyao would roll down with her head to the ground. Last time I had a slight concussion. This time I can hurt more and more. If I don't die, I'd better be a fool!

But she just vented her emotions and was very rational at the moment.

At this time and place, she kicked Lu Yiyao down. Brother Shaochen couldn't have known it. The gain is not worth the loss.

Just, what is Lu Yiyao squatting there looking at?

Meng Jiaying snorted and stood at the entrance of the corridor with her arms in her arms. She didn't have a good airway: "a good dog doesn't stand in the way, please let me!"

Lu Yiyao glanced back at Meng Jiaying, got up and stood aside, not wanting to quarrel with a woman who had just cried.

Meng Jiaying doesn't want to go downstairs. She just finds fault with Lu Yiyao.

Lu Yiyao saw that she didn't move. She looked back and forth with the steps before Meng Jiaying. She pretended not to care for a moment and asked, "do you think this kind of lacquer wood steps are easy to slip?"

Meng Jiaying looked at her as if she were looking at a neuropathy. "It varies from person to person. For example, you have hypoplasia of the cerebellum and can fall on the ground."

"At that time, the steps were slippery, like stepping on oil." Lu Yiyao looked up at Meng Jiaying, his black and white pupils flashing doubt.

Meng Jiaying roared angrily, "what do you mean? Do you doubt I let you fall? You should go to the hospital for another ten and a half days and a half months. You're out of your mind. Where's the oil on the stairs!"

Lu Yiyao looked down at the smooth steps and said, "I'm just making a hypothesis. What are you so nervous about?"

"Who's nervous? What a psycho!" Meng Jiaying tossed her hair, went back to her room and fell on the door. Half the villa with a loud voice could hear it.

Lu Yiyao turned back to her bedroom. Meng Jiaying reacted so much. What are you doing? Guilty? Why can't there be oil on the steps? Can't it be accidentally dropped in the process of bringing food upstairs?

She unscrewed the bedroom door and went in. She saw that fan Shaochen had taken a bath and stood by the tea table in her silk pajamas. She looked up and drank water. She heard the sound of opening the door and noticed it with the rest of her eyes.

"Did you eat?" fan Shaochen asked casually.

Lu Yiyao shook her head, went to the bedside, opened the quilt, lay in and said, "don't eat."

Fan Shaochen picked his eyebrows for no reason. Anyway, he didn't agree with eating at night. He put down his water cup and planned to go to the study to deal with the work. Before leaving, he reminded Lu Yiyao: "take the medicine."

Lu Yiyao thought of taking medicine, got up from bed again, looked up and called him, "don't you sleep?"

Fan Shaochen didn't look back, but his steps stopped. "There's something to deal with. Go to bed first."

Lu Yiyao watched him leave, the door of the room was closed again, and the bedroom was more deserted.

Fan Shaochen's attitude is sometimes cold and hot, which makes Lu Yiyao feel very uncomfortable. Even if he has said he doesn't like himself and everything he does is for revenge, but occasionally a few actions easily touch her heart. Whether the tone of voice is cold or peaceful... Also makes her care for a long time.

Although she has decided to let go of her love, the probability of miracles in this love is about zero. She is very depressed.

Those who start first are always defeated and easy to feel humble. Fortunately, she can also use fan Shaochen's evidence against her father as an excuse to hide her true feelings.

Yes, try again. Now her father's health has improved so much. As long as you coax fan Shaochen, her father will be fine at present.

Lu Yiyao comforted herself, got out of bed, took the medicine on the tea table, rinsed her mouth, and lay back in bed to go to bed.

However, in the past two weeks, fan Shaochen slept in the same bed with her in the hospital. Now... Lu Yiyao opened her eyes again after lying down for more than ten minutes.

Oh, No.

Cannot sleep!

There is no fan Shaochen around.

She turned sideways and looked at the empty pillow next to her, tangled biting her lips.

I don't know if fan Shaochen's position will be more comfortable to sleep... Which chest did she sleep on for half a month? Now she's used to what to do

He took the initiative first and should be responsible!

She rolled from her position to fan Shaochen's position, pillowed each other's pillow, pulled over the quilt and sniffed. The quilt had the smell of fan Shaochen, and the faint fragrance was very pleasant.

Fan Shaochen and she don't use the same brand of shower gel. They taste different. Maybe she can try his brand another day?

Lu Yiyao feels at ease and takes a deep breath in the quilt. She should properly and skillfully stabilize fan Shaochen. By the way, she asks about fan Shaochen's gratitude and resentment with her father and Meng Jiaying... Meng Jiaying is a little strange.

She thought about this and gradually fell asleep.

At two o'clock in the night, fan Shaochen returned to his room to rest. He saw a ball bulging under his quilt. He raised his eyebrows and opened a corner. He saw the little beauty curled up in a ball occupying his pillow.

In an instant, the spring breeze blew, and all the flowers were blooming. Fan Shaochen softened down, bent over Lu Yiyao and printed a kiss on her forehead, just like a seal.

This is what he wants. Let Lu Yiyao rely on him obediently.

He didn't want to do anything, but when his eyes touched her pink lips slightly opened due to deep sleep, he went to taste them without control.

Lu Yiyao was out of breath when she was kissed in her sleep. She woke up vaguely. Before she could see clearly, she recognized fan Shaochen by feeling. She grabbed the quilt and said, "what are you doing? I'm very sleepy..."

"Good, I won't be sleepy later." fan Shaochen's hoarse voice sounded in her ear, which was very provocative.

Lu Yiyao suddenly woke up and shrunk back. She found that her pajamas had disappeared!

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At dawn, Lu Yiyao was tired and couldn't move a finger. Half asleep and half awake, she was like a rag doll, and fan Shaochen took her to the bathroom for cleaning.

When she woke up again, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. She woke up hungry

Lu Yiyao dragged her aching body up and sat up. Her chest was cold. She looked down and found that she hadn't dressed yet!

That beast!

She pulled up the quilt to wrap herself tightly, covered the blue and purple marks, and moved to the cloakroom to look for clothes.

At five o'clock sharp, she came out of her bedroom. The whole villa was quiet and terrible. Only her own footsteps echoed in her ears.

She went downstairs and called sister-in-law Cheng. No one answered, so she had to go to the kitchen to find food.

The fridge is full of ingredients and fruits. Lu Yiyao won't fire. In the past, her privileged life insulated her from the kitchen. She took an apple and yogurt back to the living room.

A deserted house, even if fully furnished, looks empty.

She sat on the sofa, looked around, took the remote control on the glass table, turned on the LCD TV to watch the news, and nibbled at the apple.

About ten minutes later, the plane next to the sofa rang.

Lu Yiyao chewed the apple slowly and swallowed it before answering the phone, "hello."

"Hello," answered the other end of the phone.

As soon as Lu Yiyao heard this, youyou held her fire: "I'm not good, thank you!"

"Why?" he said in a distant voice.

Lu Yiyao faintly heard his conversation with others. As soon as his temper came up, he hung up the phone directly.