Quick-wearing female supporting roles: the sickly villain is suicidal

Chapter 692 The Invisible Lover 26
Mr. Jiang waved his hand, "Xiao Shuang doesn't mind, so don't refuse, just sit down."

Assistant Fang took the bowls and chopsticks and sat down happily, "Thank you."

The servant handed over a wet towel, and after wiping his hands, he picked up the chopsticks, and waited for Mr. Jiang to move the first chopsticks before moving.

Lan Shuang looked at the two expectantly, "How is it?"

Mr. Jiang sandwiched a piece of beef brisket, which was mellow and rich in flavor, with distinct layers. The stewed beef brisket was so soft that it melted in the mouth, and the old man's eyes lit up instantly.

"Huh?" He looked up at Lan Shuang and exclaimed, "It's very good! The fire is very well controlled! Does Xiaoshuang often cook at home? Can't she practice such a good skill in a few years?"

More than a few years?Lan Shuang has traveled through more than a dozen worlds, and even a cooking idiot can practice good cooking skills.

But the old man probably went crazy for her after saying this, so she said casually: "I was interested in these things when I was young, and I usually study and study when I have time, so I am more proficient."

The original owner also has cooking experience, so it is not a lie.

Assistant Fang was also full of praise, "It's delicious, it's so delicious, the second young master is lucky!"

He spit it out without thinking about it, and he didn't realize something was wrong until the table became quiet after talking. He looked at Mr. Jiang beside him embarrassingly. Mr. Jiang didn't change his face, but said, "Let's eat."

Assistant Fang wanted to give himself a slap.

Lan Shuang made a relief: "When he wakes up, I can make him whatever he wants to eat."

The old man nodded: "Okay, it's good for you to have this kind of heart, but I don't know if he has this kind of blessing."

He ate another shrimp and said with emotion: "I don't know if I can still eat at the same table as Xiaosheng in my lifetime."

"Yes, I can." Lan Shuang glanced at the empty seat beside her. The two people opposite her couldn't see it. She could see clearly that Jiang Lusheng was sitting there staring at the food.

Thanks to her warning in advance, otherwise, if Jiang Lusheng ate these meals, the quantity of meals would not decrease, but the taste would disappear, and the old man and Assistant Fang would only be able to eat northwest wind.

Lan Shuang was helpless, and really wanted to tell the old man that your precious second grandson was sitting opposite you and looking at you. There seemed to be three people at this table, but in fact there were three people and one ghost.

Jiang Lusheng noticed Lan Shuang's gaze, and immediately turned his head to look at her. Lan Shuang bumped him with her knee under the table, warning him not to make trouble with her eyes.

He immediately showed an aggrieved expression, and Lan Shuang immediately looked up at the sky as if he didn't see it.

"Grandpa, have some soup."

"Good good."

Lan Shuang found many topics, and quickly made the old man laugh. The atmosphere at the table returned to relaxation. In the end, the four dishes and one soup were basically finished, and there was nothing left.

Assistant Fang touched his stomach, restrained the desire to hiccup, and gave Lan Shuang a thumbs up, "Miss Lan's craftsmanship is really amazing. If you want to cook, you must be able to do it."

He really underestimated her before.

Lan Shuang smiled without saying a word.

After resting for a while, Lan Shuang helped the old man upstairs and took a look at Jiang Lusheng. Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, covered with floral summer quilt, the old man was very relieved. He was tired of looking at the white sheets in the ward , Changing the color, it immediately felt like home, as if Jiang Lusheng was just sleeping, instead of becoming a patient who couldn't move and couldn't speak.

The old man's eyes were slightly wet, he patted Lan Shuang's hand, said nothing, and left with Assistant Fang.

Lan Shuang looked at the slightly hunched body of the old man, felt a little uncomfortable, and pinched the arm of the person next to her with her backhand, "Tell me about you, why are you still awake?"

Jiang Lusheng held her hand aggrievedly, and whispered, "It hurts."

Lan Shuang looked at him with raised eyebrows: "The script changed again?"

"Ah..." Jiang Lusheng grabbed her finger and put it in his mouth, grinding it with his fangs, as if he was thinking about what to say.

"Okay, let's change the little zombie script." Lan Shuang narrowed her eyes, flicked his tongue with her fingers, "Don't bite."

Jiang Lusheng held his finger in his mouth, looking aggrieved.

Concubine Lan Shuang's heart was like iron, she pulled out her fingers and went into the bathroom, ready to take a bath.

The bathtub is filled with water at a suitable temperature, and a bath ball with sea salt and lemon flavor is placed, and the bathtub is overflowing with bubbles.

After lying down, Lan Shuang was surrounded by warm water. The fatigue of the day disappeared. She sighed comfortably. The design of the bathtub was very reasonable. Slowly closed his eyes.

The sound of soft music from the speaker lulls you to sleep.

After a while, Lan Shuang was so smoked that she was drowsy.

Black air came in through the crack of the door, lingered outside for a while, as if smelling something, suddenly floated towards the bathtub.

The water in the bathtub was dyed light blue by the sea salt and lemon-flavored bath ball, and there was a large piece of dense foam floating on it. Lanshuang was lying in the foam, and her slender and white arms were slender and white under the light, as delicate as jade. of gloss.

The black mist floated over and stopped for a moment, then slowly surrounded Lan Shuang from all directions.

Lan Shuang felt that her hands and feet were bound by something in a half-dream and half-awake state.

She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them at all.

Deprived of vision, her other senses were infinitely magnified, her consciousness became clearer, "Jiang..."

She just opened her mouth.

"Um……"

Warmth and coldness are intertwined, and it feels very strange.

There was also something soft that slid down her toes to her ankles, rubbing them non-stop, as if she couldn't put it down.

The strength is neither light nor heavy, and it has a hint of lust.

You can't see the whole picture in it, but the mirror in the bathroom clearly reflects this scene: the beauty's white and delicate ankles are lifted from the water, suspended in mid-air, and a black mist winds up, going from the ankles to the calves.

Wherever it passed, there were traces of light red, and the strong color contrast was extremely ambiguous.

The sound of water in the bathroom reappeared, and the foam overflowed and shattered, leaving water stains all over the floor.

……

When Lan Shuang finally came out of the bathtub, her hands and feet were weak, she pulled off her bathrobe and put it on, covering up the traces of excessive sexuality.

She stood at the door of the bathroom and took deep breaths repeatedly to suppress the urge to kill.

888 lifted the shield, and quickly persuaded her: "The host is calm, at least he still has reason, there is no real yin and yang intercourse."

Lan Shuang smiled, "Yes, but my leg hurts."

888:"……"

I don't even want to know why my leg hurts.

Lan Shuang supported the wall, moved back to the bedroom with difficulty, looked at Jiang Lusheng who was sleeping on the bed with a harmless face, and smiled sinisterly.

888 swallowed, the host's smile was so scary ahhhh——

Lan Shuang walked to the bed step by step, sat directly on Jiang Lusheng, pinched his face and gritted her teeth: "Don't pretend, I know you are here."

(End of this chapter)