Young Master, Don't Bother Me

Old driver?

The signal light changed from red to green, and Leng Yu's eyes flashed. He started the car and drove out.

The wheels are full of water, and the roaring engine is extremely harsh on the street on a rainy night. Luo Xiaojing is stiff, and her mind echoes the old driver she just said.

Tears flow into a river in my heart. I've been beaten ten thousand times. What can I do if I admit that I haven't been in love? It's better than saying you're an old driver.

Small face regret not to fall tightly wrinkled, Luo Xiaojing secretly use the remaining light to sweep still holding her hand God, handsome side face is dark and unclear by the street lamp, firm arc and usual no difference.

Dashen has seen big waves. He's just an old driver. He shouldn't think much about it.

After comforting herself, Luo Xiaojing comes up with another possibility that Dashen will be so calm. Her mind is in a mess again. Her heart and speed soar together. She drives into Nanyuan and stops in the underground garage. Then she comes back from her wishful thinking.

Not forgetting to take back the atlas from the studio, Luo Xiaojing holds it back to her arms. The door is pulled open at this time. Lengyu stands beside the door and looks at her with a smile.

"Thank you, boss." She can't change her habit for a while. Even though she is already in intimate relationship, she still likes to call Dashen like this.

Unexpectedly a foot just stepped out, Leng Yu a pull her hand, just lean out of the body immediately fell to the door.

The big hand stretched out in time firmly held her waist, and her exclamation was blocked by a hot kiss.

"Well..."

Luo Xiaojing's panic pupil is the God of the kiss. She did not expect that the God would suddenly kiss her, or in front of the car, the empty parking lot.

The picture album in his arms has long fallen to the ground, but the crisp sound can not disturb the affectionate man. His thin lips are rubbing together. He is more patient than usual. He drags her tottering waist with his big hand, and the temperature of the palm is transmitted through the thin cloth.

Luo Xiaojing is a little confused. By surprise, the great God makes her not know how to respond. Her heart is in a mess. She feels that she is too white to be led by the great God. Her falling hand is about to be raised, and the great god suddenly leaves her moist lips.

He put his forehead against her, stroked her lips with his cold and warm fingers, gently rubbed the corners of her lips, and his hot eyes swept away. He hummed a magnetic and playful voice: "are you sure you are an old driver, huh?"

"I..." What else to explain? Her rigid body like a stone is the best proof.

No wonder the great God didn't speak all the way. It turned out that he was brewing a big move.

What a man of revenge!

"But it doesn't matter. I can train you to be an old driver."

Luo Xiaojing hard to resist not red face, Teng under the blood red.

"I don't need you to train me!" Then Luo Xiaojing pushes hard, picks up the atlas on the ground, turns around and runs, runs up the stairs, runs into the room, closes the door tightly, and his cheek is still hot.

Hateful God, how can she feel at ease to look at the atlas and think about the design of flowers.

Just thinking whether to go down to eat first, the door was knocked.

"Xiaojing, come down for supper."

"Ah, yes."

The intimate God makes Luo Xiaojing's weak heart beat a few times. When he arrives at the restaurant downstairs, the table has been set with soft glutinous rice porridge and boiled eggs.

Outside the window, a flash of lightning flashed through the lattice, and then a burst of thunder rolled by. On a bleak rainy night, Luo Xiaojing felt the warmth. The man sitting opposite her was like dazzling sunshine, driving away the incessant rain outside the window.

"I'm afraid you can't digest too much at night, so you didn't prepare too much."

A touch of tenderness flowed through Leng Yu's cold face. He filled a bowl of big bone soup and pushed it to Luo Xiaojing's hand: "I want to drink this too."

Such a great God always makes Luo Xiaojing feel unreal. She always thinks it shouldn't be like this. How can she be favored by such an ordinary person?

Sipping millet porridge, Luo Xiaojing peeks at Leng Yu. His inexpressible infatuation is blocked by the bone china bowl in his hand: "my left arm is damaged by soft tissue. In fact, I don't need to drink big bone soup."

Leng Yu's face sank: "are you sure you don't?"

Tall endings full of displeasure, Luo Xiaojing to him, if you don't drink, I can only force you to drink the eyes, hastily and cleverly to drink a bowl of big bone soup clean.

Watching her eat a whole white boiled egg, Leng Yu was completely satisfied.

The dishes and chopsticks are piled into the pool. Leng Yu orders Luo Xiaojing to go upstairs.

Because she's a "patient", Dashen won't let her clean up the kitchen after dinner. Thinking about the picture album, Luo Xiaojing doesn't refuse to go back to her room.

The heavy rain still did not stop, and it was almost 11 p.m. when Luo Xiaojing finished washing, he wiped his wet hair and sat down at his desk.

There are two albums taken back from Su Han's carving studio, both of which have won awards at home and abroad in recent years. Luo Xiaojing flipped through them, and several pieces of crystal carving attracted her attention.Since ancient times, crystal carving is more difficult than jade carving, because the damage rate is too high, so few sculptors are willing to try. Since Luo Rou, the jewelry company that takes crystal carving as the main product of the year has only royal jewelry. In addition to large-scale crystal carving, there are almost no or few small crystal carving works, so crystal carving is particularly precious.

When I see the award-winning crystal carving in the album, I feel tired. Luo Xiaojing puts a towel to wipe her hair on the chair. As soon as she turns to the award-winning crystal carving, the knock on the door comes again.

You don't have to guess. It must be the great God. It's just What else is going on so late?

Just in a few seconds of her hesitation, the knock on the door rang again. Luo Xiaojing got up in a hurry. Without waiting to open it, she just heard a few clicks. Leng Yu pressed the code and came in directly.

"I guess you wouldn't go to bed so early." The anxiety on Leng Yu's face hides instantly after seeing Luo Xiaojing. He puts the medicine box and desk in his hand, "it's time to change the dressing."

"Ah, yes." It's twenty-four hours since the application of the medicine for activating blood circulation and removing blood stasis on his left arm. Luo Xiaojing is so busy that he forgets all about it.

Roll up the sleeves of pajamas, roll up to the injured red, swollen and purple place, Luo Xiaojing shrunk: "boss, I change the dressing myself."

She didn't want to show Leng Yu the injured part because it was too ugly, although Dashen had seen the ugly part.

"How do you change it yourself?" He said calmly, "in the mirror?"

"It's not impossible, ah..."

Luo Xiaojing didn't finish, Leng Yu had already grasped her wrist.

"Don't move. I'm not sure it won't hurt." While speaking, Leng Yu's hand moved to the bruise and held his breath. He took off the medicine patch very carefully.

Encounter or painful, Luo Xiaojing didn't restrain hiss voice, Leng Yu immediately nervous asked: "very painful?"

"Not bad."

Pain is nothing, it's the big God who pastes so close that she wants to hide.

The careful man wrinkled his black brow, saw the bruise of the injured part, and the wrinkle between the eyebrows was a little deeper. He knew that he didn't feel the same, so he wanted to take this for Luo Xiaojing.