The host went on strike again today

Chapter 52 Modern Dear Miss Clothes (52)
The even breathing of the man next to the ear, with a faint smell of alcohol, the warm heat made Tang Rui, who was unable to heat herself, unconsciously start to feel sleepy, maybe there was something else, such as An Xin.

He was by her side, and she could always feel that sense of security.

She didn't pay much attention to what the system said.

Gradually, she fell asleep unknowingly, and when the other party was lying on her side, she unconsciously rolled towards the heat source.

She didn't know that when she was asleep, a certain man opened his eyes, although he was drunk inside, he was still awake.

He did it on purpose.

He had been planning since he left the hot pot restaurant. He wanted to test her bottom line, but found that she might be much better than he imagined. Maybe, he wasn't singing a one-man show, it was just another woman who didn't know it.

He couldn't wait to devour the prey. Of course, he didn't forget the reality.

When handing over the evidence of the Nangong family, he also used it as a bait to ask those people to help him find the person in the portrait again. Perhaps the official channel can surprise him.

In his heart, he actually hoped that she would stay like this all the time.

Because only in this way, he can still have a kite string in his hand. Looking at the girl who restrained her minions, he couldn't help getting closer.

That night.

In Tang Rui's sleep, she dreamed that she seemed to have returned to a certain plane. She was still in a high position at nine thousand years old. She had a table full of gourmet food. She happily picked up a piece of grilled squid claw. It lived in her mouth, and she bit it hard when she got angry, and finally had to get away.

After her breathing became normal, she continued to eat the delicious food on the table. She hadn't tasted sour, sweet, bitter, spicy for more than three years.

But soon, this dream turned into a nightmare. She felt trapped by something and couldn't break free.

In the early morning of the next day, Tang Rui was surprised to find that the happiness value had soared to 85%!

It rose more than ten points overnight.

She thinks it may be that the teenage knot has been untied, but yesterday the hot pot caused Jun Wuming to get angry.

And it was so serious that my lips were swollen!

Looking at the originally handsome man's mouth swollen like a sausage, Tang Rui couldn't help laughing, the cola was extremely sad, but Jun Wuming actually developed gastroenteritis and a fever.

Fortunately, she had a lot of pills, and after sweating profusely, his fever finally subsided, and his gastroenteritis was much better, but because of the accident a week ago, he had not fully healed and his body suddenly became weak, and his handsome face was pale. Tang Rui couldn't help but blame herself.

But he was scolding him, "If you can't eat spicy food, don't insist on it. Will you die if you order a mandarin duck pot?"

Jun Wuming pinched the center of his brows, and it was rare to talk back, "Who said yesterday that you can't eat spicy food or you are a man?"

"Eh..." Tang Rui was at a loss for words, and for a long time she choked out a hum, "You just listen to what I say, hmph."

Anyway, she was right!
The mouth is arrogant, but she takes care of him with all her heart, because his arm disease has relapsed, she simply feeds him porridge with a spoon.

A certain man enjoyed this kind of treatment for the first time and found himself addicted.

So after being taken care of by Tang Rui for a day, at night, Jun Wuming's request to take a bath was rejected, so he made an unreasonable request for her to help wash his hair.

"Hey, don't be too arrogant." Tang Rui looked at him righteously.

A certain man lying on the bed raised his swollen arm, unable to hide the pain, "I can't wash my hair with one hand without getting wet."

Knowing that she was in the wrong, Tang Rui finally lost the battle under his watchful eyes. After all, she just washed her hair and paid off the debt.

There was a bathtub in her bedroom, and she let him lie in the bathtub, and she moved a small stool to sit on and wash his hair.

The night was quiet outside.

Inside, the petite girl sitting on the stool was rubbing her black hair stiffly.

On the other hand, the corners of the lips of the man lying on his back are raised, because of the angle, his collarbone is particularly protruding, the water droplets linger, and when they swipe down, they pass over the well-defined pectoral and abdominal muscles. A man who is meticulous and unrestrained is even more deadly.

But unfortunately, a certain woman didn't care about this at all.

It was the first time she washed someone else's hair, and she was afraid that she would accidentally pull him bald if she became too strong.

(End of this chapter)