Mo Shao, please don't be sentimental

In front of the tall floor-to-ceiling mirror, Mo Yuhan was very satisfied with his figure.

Fortunately, he insisted on exercising, so he was not compared to that kid. To a certain extent, his muscles were superior to his.

After all, Sheng Yu didn't dare to train his muscles too thick in order not to look too strong when he appeared on camera.

Because he was ten catties fatter on camera, Sheng Yu was actually on the thin side by realistic standards.

But he is different, he doesn't need to be photogenic, so his muscles are just right, neither ridiculously thick like a bodybuilder, nor thin, like an embroidered pillow.

So after such a comparison, his self-confidence suddenly exploded.

Thinking of this, he directly took out a black shirt, put it on slowly, and then knocked on Lin Ranzhu's door.

Lin Ranzhu just sent a message to Sheng Yu's editor, hoping that he would not give up because of choking, and advised him not to do such things as disbanding the support club.

Now when you hear the knock on the door, walk over and open the door.

Outside the door, Mo Yuhan stood there wearing a brand new black shirt, looking very solemn.

Lin Ranzhu couldn't help jumping in his heart, and suddenly remembered what he said in the car that he had something to do with her at night, and asked nervously, "What's the matter?"

Mo Yuhan's eyes narrowed: "When you covered your forehead just now, you knocked on the right side of your body, and now it hurts."

Lin Ranzhu was taken aback, and quickly said: "Then you come in first, and I will check it for you."

Because she remembered that Mo Yuhan was on his side at the time, and the posture looked awkward, if he pinched his bones, it would not be impossible.

"Okay." Mo Yuhan raised his foot and walked in.

Lin Ranzhu was anxious to check Mo Yuhan's injuries, so he subconsciously said, "Take off your shirt."

Mo Yuhan slowly raised his hand, and slowly undid the buttons one by one with one hand.

His slender fingers, elegant movements, coupled with his deep eyes, made this movement seem inexplicably... very lustful.

Lin Ranzhu's heart jumped rapidly.

what happened?

Does she like Mo Yuhan now, to the point where she can get wild when she sees his random movements?

Not so much, right?

But when she took care of him before, she even helped him change his clothes and even massaged his lower body, but she didn't feel like he was full of hormones like now?what happened?

While thinking wildly, Mo Yuhan had already completely unbuttoned the shirt, then took it off very manly, and threw it on the bed behind her.

This movement, this demeanor, combined with his eight-pack abs that rushed straight into Lin Ranzhu's eyes, really made her distracted, and hurriedly looked away.

Mo Yuhan narrowed her eyes, she didn't even look away when Sheng Yu was in front of her, so why wouldn't she look directly at him?

Is it because it is him, so shy?
It has to be said that the narcissism deep in his bones played a role at this time, making him feel much better in an instant.

However, if Lin Ranzhu didn't look carefully, how could he find that his figure is superior?

Thinking of this, he immediately said, "Lin Ranzhu, when will you start checking?"

Lin Ranzhu was taken aback, that's right, he took off his clothes to let you check your body, what the hell are you looking away from?

In this way, isn't this narcissistic CEO going to be smug again?
Hmph, no!

Thinking of this, she immediately turned her eyes back, and looked at him as calmly as possible: "Where does it hurt?"

The corners of Mo Yuhan's lips curled up quickly, and then he pointed at his right chest casually with an upright face: "This one."

one slice?Lin Ranzhu frowned, why did it still hurt piece by piece.

She approached it puzzledly, and looked up carefully.

However, from the outside, it is no different from ordinary people.

The only thing that makes her feel is that the muscles are so beautiful.

However, she immediately stopped her dirty thoughts and secretly condemned herself for being unprofessional.

Then, he purposely showed the posture of a doctor, and said to Mo Yuhan with a straight face: "I can't see anything like this, I may need to check your bones with my hands."

Mo Yuhan was taken aback, he actually just wanted to show off his muscles.

Unexpectedly, there was a surprise.

Immediately nodded: "You are a doctor, you can do any inspection."

Lin Ranzhu secretly took a deep breath and touched the ribs.

The ribs are one by one, and she can only check one by one from top to bottom.

But this kind of movement made Mo Yuhan's whole body stiff, and his breathing became extraordinarily hot.

And Lin Ranzhu stood next to his body because he wanted to check.

Therefore, almost all of the scorching breath floated to the side of her face and ears with her head lowered.

Immediately, she felt that her ears were hot, and she trembled unconsciously.

However, the trembling under her hand caused her hand to tilt slightly, and it just happened to touch the...

"Hmm..." Mo Yuhan hummed unconsciously, his voice was very small, but it was enough for Lin Ranzhu whose ear was right next to his lips.

Lin Ranzhu was so shocked that he quickly took his hand away, and then explained in a panic: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't touch you randomly...that."

However, after finishing speaking, she wished to bite off her tongue, what did she say!
Mo Yuhan's face was too red to look at, and he forced himself to calm down and said, "You still have so many tricks, how are you?"

"Huh?" Lin Ranzhu didn't understand.

Of course not the familiar previous sentence, but how about that sentence.

Mo Yuhan let out a long breath: "I'm asking about my belly...cough, how are my bones?"

"No problem was detected." Lin Ranzhu shook his head, "And I don't think there should be a problem. There is no bruise or crush on the chest."

"Oh, it's all right." Mo Yuhan was originally a drunkard who didn't care about drinking, but now that he was making a fool of himself, he naturally turned sideways to get the shirt on the bed.

However, Lin Ranzhu suddenly said: "Wait."

Mo Yuhan stopped moving: "What's wrong?"

Lin Ranzhu frowned and moved closer to his back near his right arm: "There is a bruise here, which is quite serious."

Mo Yuhan was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that he was really injured. In fact, apart from the pain at the time, he didn't feel much afterwards.

And Lin Ranzhu had already taken the ointment from the bed and came back: "Be patient, I will help you with some medicine."

After finishing speaking, he squeezed out the ointment and helped him apply it slowly, extremely gentle.

However, for some reason, Mo Yuhan thought of Sheng Yu's back injury, and wondered whether Lin Ranzhu also applied medicine to Sheng Yu so tenderly.

So jealous, she blurted out a sentence: "Lin Ranzhu, if it was someone else, would you give him medicine like this?"