Love you to the bone: Young Master Lu, don't mess around

Li Yang blinked, "Damn it, you're so drunk, do you still need this?" !

I just want to send him six words: amazing, my brother.

The next second—

There was a sound of vomiting.

Accompanied by his words, "I want to throw up."

Li Yang was sluggish!sluggish!
Lu Chimo fell on the bed after vomiting, and continued to sleep.

Vomit was all over his back, it took Li Yang a while to come back to his senses, and he held his forehead feebly, oh my god, what evil did she do, God wants to punish her like this? !
A new round of cleaning has begun.

After Li Yang finished cleaning and dealt with it again, he raised his head, through the thin gauze curtain, he could vaguely see that the sky outside the window was already bright.

She took out her phone and checked the time, it was six forty in the morning.

I didn't sleep all night and was exhausted.

Lu Chimo had vomited, and there was a strong smell of alcohol in the room.

Li Yang walked to the french window, opened the gauze curtain, his eyes widened suddenly, and looked out the window in surprise, it was snowing...

In the hazy sky, snowflakes fluttered and fell like goose feathers...

Li Yang half opened the French windows, and the cold wind accompanied snowflakes poured into the room. She shrank her neck from the cold, but with a childlike smile on her face, she stretched out her hand to catch the snowflakes.

A little bit of coldness melted away in the palm of the hand, leaving only a little bit of wetness.

When the smell in the room was almost gone, Li Yang closed the floor-to-ceiling windows a little, closed the gauze curtain, leaving a gap for ventilation, then sat on the deck chair on the balcony, propped his chin with one hand, and watched Snowflakes outside the window.

After resting for about half an hour, Li Yang got up from the recliner and walked out of the room.

When she reached the door, she paused, turned her head, and looked at the sleeping person on the bed.

Under the light, the lines of his side face were outlined very gracefully.

After only one glance, Li Yang lifted his footsteps and left, closing the door behind him.

******
The winter wind was chilly, mixed with the sound of rustling, blowing into the house through the gaps in the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The person on the bed shivered from the cold.

In a daze, the man struggled a few times, feeling his headache was about to explode.

His eyelids seemed to be worth a thousand gold. He moved vigorously, and then opened a gap slightly. What he saw was an extremely beautiful face, with light makeup on, and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "Are you awake?"

"Um……"

The man's voice was hoarse, revealing a strong sense of powerlessness.

My head hurts, it's terrible.

He supported the bed with both hands, stood up with difficulty, leaned against the back of the bed, closed his eyes, and rubbed the center of his brows with his hands.

Enduring the severe pain in his head, he tried his best to recall what happened last night, but since he drank too much, he couldn't remember clearly, and he didn't even have a memory of how he came back.

Drink too much, broken.

Li Yang held a large bouquet of flowers, and inserted them into a glass vase one by one. She picked them from the flower room early in the morning, and specially picked some that she liked. They were very fragrant and fresh.

After inserting everything, she looked at it, frowned slightly, seemed dissatisfied, and made some adjustments before returning to the bed and sitting by the bed, "Do you have a headache?"

He lifted his eyelids slightly, but there was still one word, "En."

She sat on his lap, and pressed his temples with a pair of warm little hands, "Let me rub it for you."

Li Yang began to massage the man very seriously. This was something she learned from the Internet before, and the movements in her hands were inevitably a little rusty, "It's no wonder that you don't have a headache after drinking so much alcohol. You still had a stomachache last night, um, But you probably don't remember."

While she was massaging, she complained with a low smile, her voice was charming, "Don't drink so much in the future, and come back and spit on me again, I will be angry, and I won't take care of you anymore, look at me I put on makeup early in the morning, just to cover my dark circles, and I haven't slept all night..."

She wanted to say something else, but the man wrapped his hands around her waist, moved forward a little, his warm lips pressed against her forehead, and instantly blocked her chattering mouth, "I miss you..."

Li Yang was stunned.

Back to normal in the blink of an eye, and smiled slightly, "I made you hangover soup and porridge. Are you going to get up and go to the restaurant to eat, or should I serve it to you?"

The man didn't speak, Li Yang looked at his sluggish look, thought for a while, and continued, "Well, I'll go to the kitchen and bring it to you, you wait here, I'll be here in a while."

As soon as she got up, she was pulled back into his arms by the man.

She blinked, "What's the matter, aren't you hungry?"

The man held her waist, and leaned his head lazily on her shoulder. He probably went to the greenhouse to pick flowers in the morning. Her body exuded a pleasant fragrance of flowers, exuding a lingering aura.

"It's hangover soup again, and porridge again, why are you so obedient today, huh?!"

The voice of a man after a hangover is uniquely hoarse and faint, with a little tenderness.

Li Yang put his arms around his waist, his apricot-shaped eyes bent, and he smiled, "I'm flattering you, Young Master Lu..."

Lu Chimo smiled softly, "As far as your culinary skills are concerned, you have the nerve to curry favor with me..."

Although what Lu Chimo said was true, Li Yang was still a little bored when he was teased, "I've been working hard to learn, and I'm sure I can make delicious ones in the future..."

"No need to learn..."

"Um?!"

"That's good..." Lu Chimo bit her earlobe lightly, "There is a professional chef at home, and as my wife, you don't need to do it yourself, you just take responsibility and enjoy it..."

"Don't dislike my cooking skills, okay? I will study hard." Her voice was still muffled, "I want to cook for you myself..."

"Wife..." he called her like this, "When you are good-looking, every sentence you say is more pleasant, I like it very much..."

Could it be that she didn't listen to what she said before? !It's not her that has changed, it's just him...

Anyway, he is the uncle, he is happy and he likes it as long as he likes it, but I don’t know how long it can last...

Li Yang smiled helplessly, "You can't go hungry after a hangover, or your stomach will hurt. I'll bring you food, huh?"

"Okay..." Lu Chimo kissed her forehead again before releasing her.

Li Yang walked out of the room.

With a headache, Lu Chimo leaned on the back of the bed and continued to knead the center of his eyebrows and temples.

After rubbing it a few times, I struggled to get up from the bed, went to the bathroom, and soaked my whole body in the bathtub.

Maybe it was because the water temperature was too comfortable, he wanted to squat for a few minutes, but he didn't want to fall asleep.

When he woke up, the water was still warm, and he knew that not too long had passed.

He stepped out of the bathtub, wrapped in a towel, wiped his hair, and walked out of the bathroom. He saw the woman propping her chin with one hand, looking sullenly at the dishes on the table.

He sat across from her, "what's the matter?"

Li Yang was still staring at the dishes, not at him, and said unhappily, "It's cold."

Tilting his head, he sighed, "Let me heat it up."

Lu Chimo took a spoon and took a sip of hangover soup, "It's warm, just right."

He took another sip of porridge, "Well, there is progress."

Her expression improved a little.

Lu Chimo glanced at her, "Children's heart."

After breakfast, Lu Chimo went to the cloakroom to change clothes. Just as he put on his shirt, a pair of small hands hugged him from behind, and his small face stuck to his back, "Are you going out again?"

"Well, go to the company." Lu Chimo buttoned up his shirt and said lightly, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

After a long pause, she heard her own voice, "I want to continue to be an actor."