President uncle, don't come close

Ling Moqin listened to his shameless words and felt that his face was about to burn. How could he say such flirtatious words so solemnly? Not an experienced old man.

She shrunk her neck and said in a stuffy voice, "you go and get the plastic wrap to wrap up the wound and wash it. I'll get the plastic wrap."

Sheng Huaizhe: "

Looking at the small pile bulging and frowning slightly, did she really not understand what he meant?

Glancing at the little woman who teased him and began to want to leave, he took a deep breath and turned into the bathroom.

After taking a cold bath for nearly an hour, the heat on the body decreased slightly.

While wiping his body and walking out of the bathroom, Ling Moqin had fallen asleep on his bed with a medicine box.

The head is covered in the quilt, but the little feet are exposed.

Sheng Huaizhe looked at this scene and shook his head helplessly. He came forward to help her tidy up the quilt and free her small head from the quilt.

She was wrapped by the quilt, and her face was covered with red.

Reaching out and pinching her Qiong nose, Sheng Huaizhe said in a warm voice, "little fool."

He wanted to leave, but his hand was caught by a soft little hand. Ling Moqin's small face was full of worry: "don't go."

Sheng Huaizhe leaned against the head of the bed and closed his eyes slightly

When Ling Moqin woke up again, he found a hard thing under his face with a thin cocoon, which pricked her face.

The man sat on the bed and looked back at her.

Why is he here?

Ling Moqin's mind was blank. She only remembered that after Sheng Huaizhe went out, she couldn't help sleeping. Then it seemed that something had put her little feet into the quilt and rescued her from the suffocating environment.

Is it him?

Looking at the big hand that can't leave grabbed by her own hands, don't think she must have grabbed him.

It turned out that the faint warmth of her body temperature was his hand?

Ling Moqin thought that she didn't have nightmares because of his company. She felt uncomfortable after a good sleep.

The man closed his eyes and his long eyelashes left a silhouette on his eyelids. Ling Moqin looked a little jealous. Why does he have such long eyelashes as a big man?

She got up quietly. Last night, he took her hand all night, so that they two were settled.

However, she only made a little movement. The man leaning against the head of the bed opened his eyes. When he saw the stiff Ling Moqin in the distance, his voice and the dark mute who just woke up: "are you awake?"

Ling Moqin was afraid that his mouth would spit out something that would make her ashamed. He nodded: "you're hungry. I'll help you do it. You... How did your wound crack again?"

Glancing at the tall body, I immediately saw the dyed red clothes.

Sheng Huaizhe was looked at by Ling Moqin with an anxious look and said realistically, "maybe the range of action is too large."

Too much range? He went to take a bath. What action range can he make the wound crack?

Suddenly, she thought of a possible reason for the excessive range of action. She felt her face hot.

How could he tell such a thing as plain as the weather today? Ling Moqin was not calm. She stared at Sheng Huaizhe: "hooligan!"

She walked out of the room without looking back.

Sheng Huaizhe was puzzled by her stare.

Why is he a hooligan again?

Immediately, he realized that Ling Moqin might have misunderstood him.

He opened the door and followed him out. Looking at Ling Moqin who had changed his clothes, "well, you misunderstood. I didn't mean that the range of action is too large."

Ling Moqin walked towards the kitchen without looking back. It didn't mean that. What did it mean? He said this kind of thing, does he know shame!

Ling Moqin felt that she had never seen such a rogue man!

"You don't have to say, remember to wash my bathroom!" When she finished, she was ready to open the door and go out.

But before she went out of the door, the man caught her hand and turned her head to a handsome face carved like a carving.

Sheng Huaizhe's face was more serious than ever. He stared into Ling Moqin's eyes: "my wound was pulled when wrapping plastic wrap, not what you think."

Ling Moqin is going to kneel to him. She is still a yellow flower girl. Is it really good to discuss this?

She tried not to look embarrassed: "yes, what I said is that you have to clean up the blood in the bathroom. Where did you think of it?"

"Really?" Sheng Huaizhe's inquisitive eyes came.

Being looked at by such a sight, Ling Moqin felt guilty for no reason. She couldn't admit that she wanted to be wrong. It's all his fault that he had to say that kind of misunderstood words!

"Or what do you think?" Ling Moqin's rare strength rose.

Sheng Huaizhe touched his nose: "I think too much. I'm sorry." The apology is very straightforward.

It's really a shame to be apologized by him.

But this man's neat style is really like a soldier.

Ling Moqin was afraid to face Sheng Huaizhe. She turned around and was ready to leave.

But as soon as she moved, her hand was held by a big hand.

With a touch of warm palm, it was a little hot, but it brought more, which made her feel an inexplicable heart tremor.

"Uncle, is there anything else?" Ling Moqin tried to make his voice normal. She doesn't know what's wrong with herself. A pair of shangsheng Huaizhe will become different

"I think you're hungry. In order to give me medicine, you can't eat your own dumplings." Sheng Huaizhe's eyes were dim and his voice was as low as a whisper between lovers.

Ling Moqin was slightly stunned when she heard this. Unexpectedly, Sheng Huaizhe even noticed this. She said with some embarrassment: "don't worry about this. It's just to lose weight."

As soon as her voice fell, Sheng Huaizhe stretched out his other hand and twisted it on her face.

Some rough touch was particularly obvious on her face. Ling Moqin was stunned before he reflected what Sheng Huaizhe had done.

How could he touch her face so seriously? And make such familiar movements!

Ling Moqin felt that her face was about to burn. Her eyes drifted and wanted to leave here quickly, just because the hot atmosphere made her feel hard to breathe.

"You don't need to lose weight." Sheng Huaizhe didn't put his hand on her face, but twisted it out, frowned and said seriously, "you need more meat."

More meat? Ling Moqin looked at Sheng Huaizhe with a serious face and didn't know how to express his ideas. Did he pinch her face just to express this view?

But he has finished his expression. Why doesn't he let go?