Madam leg hurts please hug

After sitting in the car for a few minutes, Zhu Yueyun fell asleep.

When she woke up, she found that the car had driven into a villa.

She immediately woke up and sat up in surprise, "Why did you bring me to your house!"

"What else?" Zhou Linran turned the steering wheel with a natural look on his face, "I will take you to your house, and then we will be alone in the same room, do you dare?"

"It's over." Zhu Yueyun suddenly leaned back in the chair as if discouraged.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Linran looked at her sideways.

"I am like this now, and I have no strength to restrain a chicken." Zhu Yueyun stretched out her hands to look at her wound that had begun to hurt, and frowned, "If your sister hits me, I may not be able to beat her." she."

Three black lines floated across Zhou Linran's head
"It's fine if you don't hit her." He opened the door and got out of the car, then went to the co-pilot and opened the door to hug her up.

"If you hug me like this, your sister may think that I'm probably disabled." Zhu Yueyun said in a low voice, "Maybe she wants to beat me even more."

Zhou Linran smiled slightly, "That's why I asked you to keep your fists back, now you know you have a guilty conscience?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of high-heeled shoes coming down the stairs.

"Brother!" Zhou Linxia came downstairs and saw Zhou Linran walking into the house with Zhuyueyun in his arms, and immediately raised his voice, "Why did you bring her back?"

"Something happened, ask Aunt Ju to bring the medicine box to my room." Zhou Linran went upstairs with Zhuyueyun in his arms as he spoke.

When passing by Zhou Linxia, ​​Zhu Yueyun rolled her eyes at her.

Zhou Linxia snorted coldly, "Is it a broken leg or a disabled hand? Is it so serious?"

Before Zhu Yueyun could refute, Zhou Linran said again, "Go quickly."

Zhou Linxia reluctantly went downstairs to call Aunt Ju.

Putting her on the sofa in the room, Zhou Linxia looked at her frayed wound with blood dripping out, frowned and said, "It looks like it should be a skin trauma, not a bone injury, but when you apply the medicine It still hurts a little bit, bear with it."

"It's just a small injury." Zhu Yueyun said indifferently, "When I was learning Taekwondo when I was young, I broke my bones several times, and every time it was worse than this, I never felt any pain."

"Really?" Zhou Linran smiled slightly, "It's quite strong."

This smile made Zhu Yueyun unable to fix it again, and her heart was bubbling.

She quickly lowered her head to look at her trouser legs, not daring to look into the other person's eyes, and muttered, "It's not the first time I've seen you, why are you so useless?"

The door sounded, and Aunt Ju brought over the medicine box.

When she saw Zhu Yueyun's wound, she whispered, "Master, let me do it."

"No need, I'll be fine." Zhou Linran took the medicine box and said, "Aunt Ju, please go and prepare something to eat."

"Okay." Aunt Ju backed out softly.

Zhou Linran put the medicine box aside, squatted in front of Zhu Yueyun, and first used scissors to cut off the trouser leg where her knee was injured, revealing a piece of worn red flesh, and he couldn't help frowning.

His movements were very light, for fear of hurting her.

But Zhu Yueyun didn't feel any pain, she was stunned for a moment when she saw his gentle movements and the gentle light of his coffee-colored hair under the light.

An urge to reach out and touch the top of his hair came up in my heart.

That's what I thought in my heart, and I did it with my hands.

When she put her hand on top of his head and felt the furry touch in her palm, she was startled to react.

what is she doing ? ?
Sensing her movement, Zhou Linran didn't stop treating her wound, but just raised his eyes to look at her, and said with a smile, "Touch if you want, I don't mind."

Why does this sound so weird?

"Who wants to touch it?" Zhu Yueyun said loudly, "I just saw that your hair is of good quality, and I want to ask what brand of shampoo you use!"

"That's it." Zhou Linran said with a suppressed smile, "Then you can take a bath at my house tonight and use my shampoo for you."

There was a smile in his tone, and Zhu Yueyun realized that he was being teased, gritted his teeth and raised his hands, "If I didn't see you giving me the medicine, I would have beaten you a long time ago." !"

"I thought you would give me a promise for the sake of giving you the medicine." Zhou Linran fixed her knee, then grabbed her hand and looked at the wound.

His movements were very gentle and quick, and after a while her knees and elbows were wrapped in a circle of gauze.

Asking the medicine box to be reorganized, Zhou Linran warned, "Your wound should not get wet, and it will itch when it scabs over. Don't scratch it, so as not to leave a scar."

"How do you know so much?" Zhu Yueyun tilted her head and asked, "Do you know medicine?"

Zhou Linran smiled and said, "It's just dealing with skin trauma. I have experience."

"Why?" Zhu Yueyun asked.

"When I was a child, I fought with others every day and every day. The old wounds on my body were not healed and new wounds were added all day long." Zhou Linran said flatly, "My mother has no time to take care of me, and letting her know will make her unhappy , so I didn’t tell anyone, even Aunt Ju didn’t know, and after I was injured, I came back and applied the medicine secretly.”

"Then why do you always fight with people?"

"Then why do you, a girl, learn Taekwondo?" Zhou Linran asked with a smile.

Zhu Yueyun said seriously, "Because it's cool for girls to learn Taekwondo, and others don't dare to bully me."

"Because my father passed away early, those children from companies that compete with my family will bully me." Zhou Linran said with a smile, "so I had to fight with others."

Zhu Yueyun was slightly stunned, unable to speak for a while.

It turns out that Mr. Zhou, who is so beautiful now, was often bullied and beaten when he was a child.

She thought that if she had known him since she was a child, she would not have let him be beaten.

The study room was lit with nice-smelling sandalwood, and wisps of green smoke floated up in circles.

Gong Yumo was sitting and processing documents, and from time to time he tilted his head to look at An Xiaoyue who was working hard opposite him.

With brewed fruit tea and fruit at hand, and my lover in front of me, everything is just right.

An Xiaoyue put down the paintbrush and stretched, then dropped a piece of fruit in her mouth, and looked at him with puffy cheeks, "Gong Yumo, the Spring Festival is only a month away!"

"Well, it's coming soon." Gong Yumo smiled softly, "Mom and Dad already know about our remarriage, they will come back before the Spring Festival, go to the old house together to celebrate the New Year, and then bring Mom along."

He added, "My mother said she brought you a present from Paris."

"Really?" An Xiaoyue put her hands on her chin and giggled, "Gong Yumo, we've been together for another year!"