How could An Xin be at ease?

Lu Yinghuai has a history of alcoholism, what if it happens again.

She wanted to persuade her again, but the man gave her a comforting smile.

His facial features were already three-dimensional, his roots and brow bones were very straight, and his eye sockets looked extraordinarily deep. At this moment, the light from the crystal lamp above his head fell from the top of his head, casting a little shadow on his forehead.The thick eyelashes are like crow's feathers, and the flashing flashes set off the deep eyes that are particularly affectionate.

An Xin felt burned by his eyes, she didn't care to speak for him for a while, and turned her head to avoid his eyes.

A heart just felt that the rhythm was out of order, as if it might jump out of the chest at any time.

Seeing her blushing at the sight of a man, Jiang Xin can be called a hater.

But my sister was reluctant to say it, so she could only vent all her grievances on Lu Yinghuai.

Turning his head and gave his incompetent husband a look, Luo Huaiyuan got it in a second, and started pouring Lu Yinghuai again with the cup.

The two brothers took turns to fight, and when Lu Yinghuai saw or wanted to pay respects to Luo Bingtian and Mr. Luo, his fair and handsome face turned red in a short time.

The brothers Luo Huaiyuan even lay down on the table, completely drunk.

Looking at those two useless ones, Jiang Xin really wanted to raise the cup and go to battle.

But before she picked up the cup, An Xin couldn't hold back her worry and got up and walked to Lu Yinghuai's side, "Are you okay?"

Actually, he doesn't need to do that.

Others don't know, but she knows very well that their husband and wife relationship is just a formality, and there is no need for him to accept the Luo family's test for her.

"It's okay." The girl's fair and clean face was full of worry, and she looked at him with pure black eyes, and the concern inside was clearly evident.

Lu Yinghuai was very pleased with such concern, his stomach was burning with pain, but there was still a faint smile on his face at the moment.

As he got closer, An Xin could clearly see the drunkenness in his eyes, wrapped in thick ink, although hazy, but still able to see through, "Otherwise, I'll help you go back and rest."

She pursed her lips and looked at Mr. Luo and Mrs. Luo, "Grandpa Luo, Grandma Luo, Lu Yinghuai was hospitalized for alcohol poisoning some time ago, and the doctor told him not to drink during this period. He is a little drunk, I want to send him back first .”

The Luo family didn't know that Lu Yinghuai had suffered from alcoholism before, so they wanted to test his character with alcohol. Now that they heard about it, they felt a little guilty.

Luo Bingtian stood up straight away, "Don't send it back, just stay here, just as your godmother had someone clean up the guest room and come out. Mother Chen, take Miss An Xin upstairs."

"Okay, sir." Chen's mother walked quickly to An Xin's side, "Miss An Xin, let me help you to help my uncle go up."

Rest assured, "..."

Still a little unaccustomed to being called young master for a while, Jiongjiong looked at Chen Ma with enthusiasm.

It took a while to react, and the lowered eyes covered the emotions in the bottom of the eyes, "No need, I will do it myself."

Chen Ma didn't insist, and led the way.

Lu Yinghuai was not completely drunk, and if he really had to turn around, he was actually not as drunk as Luo Huaiyuan and Luo Huaixuan.

But since An Xin was worried about him, he obediently stood up with her strength, apologised to Mr. Luo and Mrs. Luo, and let her help him upstairs.

As soon as they left, Jiang Xin couldn't help getting up and walking to her husband's seat, and kicked him mercilessly, "It's really useless!"

Two people can't drink one.

He was also poisoned by alcohol!

Two weak chickens!

After silently complaining in his heart, he turned his head and ordered the servant to cook some hangover soup.

An Xin helped Lu Yinghuai into the room, and as soon as she entered, she was frozen in place by the wind and thunder of the pink princess rushing towards her.

There are pink lace mosquito nets, pink lace bed sheets and quilt covers, pink lace curtains, and a bunch of furry toys piled up on the bedside and in various corners.

Even the paintings on the wall are pink flower fields in the sunset.

Seeing that she was stunned, Mama Chen couldn't help asking for credit for her wife, "Miss An Xin, this is specially ordered by Madam to arrange it for you today. Everything in it is carefully selected by Madam, and there are many more in the closet. Would you like to take a look at the change of clothes Madam prepared for you now?"

"It's better... No need." An Xin refused a little stiffly, she was really afraid that when the wardrobe door opened, there would be another pink lace rushing towards her.

The godmother's kindness and peace of mind can be felt, but this aesthetic is really... far from her.

Seeing her moved face, Chen Ma bowed with a smile on her face, "Then I won't bother Miss An Xin and Uncle, you can call me anytime you need."

She has to hurry to tell Madam that Miss An Xin likes her arrangement very much.

An Xin, who was recognized as a favorite for some reason, said, "Okay, thank you."

After Chen Ma left, An Xin helped Lu Yinghuai to sit on the bed.

The figure of a dark-colored man is tall and straight, his handsome facial features look unexpectedly soft under the beautiful crystal light, and even the blush on his cheeks is a little bit more against the backdrop of a pile of pink. cute.

To be honest, An Xin didn't know why, but felt that the man in a cold suit went particularly well with the pink around him, and she couldn't help but smile when she looked at him.

This is probably... the fun of macho fans? !

Afraid that he would be caught laughing, An Xin turned his head and went into the bathroom, ready to twist a hot handkerchief for him to wipe his face.

In the bathroom, the toiletries and towels are newly prepared, the same pink and tender color, and there are only single servings.

Obviously, Mrs. Luo didn't expect Lu Yinghuai to appear at all.

Anxin took the towel, unscrewed the hot water to soak the towel, wrung it dry and walked out.

"Wipe it first."

Lu Yinghuai reached out to take the towel and wiped his face.

On the pink and white towel, there was an embroidered pattern of pink peach blossoms, and it was covered by the man's bony fingers and covered his face, which inexplicably felt a little more joyful.

An Xin looked at it, but couldn't help it, and burst out laughing.

You don't need to guess what Lu Yinghuai is laughing at.

He was a big man, sitting in a pile of pink lace, feeling uncomfortable all over.

The laughter in my ears kept going, crisp and soft, very pleasant to hear, but it was not so pleasant at this time.

Lu Yinghuai sighed helplessly, and pulled the towel off his face, "Can you please stop laughing."

An Xin didn't want to laugh either, but she couldn't help it.

Especially when he saw Lu Yinghuai's cold and indifferent face, helplessly entangled because of the fans in this room, he burst into laughter.

"Sorry, I, I don't want to laugh either, but, I can't help it." The girl smiled and covered her stomach, glancing at him from time to time.

That delicate and cute appearance made Lu Yinghuai's heart skip a beat. He reached out and grabbed the girl's wrist, pulled her down and rolled over, pressing her under him.

"Laugh again, I can't help but punish you!"

Rest assured, "00!"

The big black and white eyeballs are wide open.

What a tiger's word!

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