Self-investment

Luo Yimu's guest room is in the inner house, not far away, she took Jian Ling back to her room to change clothes, and asked Guan Xu to go to the main banquet hall first, without waiting for her.

Along the way, Jian Ling was not very honest, and moved his hands and feet to Luo Yimu. When he was about to reach the room, Luo Yimu couldn't bear it anymore, frowned and said: "If you move again, I will throw you down.",

Jian Ling chuckled, hugged her neck and said teasingly, "Mumu, are you willing?"

Luo Yimu looked at her, and finally fully understood the meaning of the phrase "hit a snake with a stick".

Fortunately, after walking a few more steps to the room, Luo Yimu put the brief on the chair. Although she said harsh words, her movements were gentle and careful. After putting down the brief, she walked to the closet, opened the closet, and put the He took down the clothes hanging inside and threw them to Jian Ling, pointing to the other side of the room, "The bathroom is over there, go take a shower and change clothes, I'll take you to the hospital."

"But my body hurts so much." Jian Ling rolled over, and changed to the posture of curling up in the chair, lying on the back of the chair and looking at Luo Yimu, blinking, "Hands and feet hurt, even I can't lift my arms, Mumu, can you take me to take a bath?"

Luo Yimu frowned and sneered, "Jian Ling, don't push yourself."

Jian Ling knew that she had touched the bottom line of Luo Yimu's patience, fearing that Luo Yimu would be as unfeeling as last time, she didn't dare to speak any more sweet words, stuck out her tongue and got up from the bed, holding the clothes that Luo Yimu threw over into the bathroom.The pain on her body is indeed not fake. She limped when she walked, and occasionally she moved too much and pulled the seriously injured part. Dry it, even after washing, come out wearing Luo Yimu's clothes.

It was a casual shirt and a pair of suit pants. The shirt was a classic black and white color scheme, and the pants were pure black. Luo Yimu's shoulders were slightly wider than Jian Ling's, and his legs were longer, so Jian Ling couldn't hold her in her clothes. When she got up, the shoulders of the shirt were loose and drooping, and the legs of the trousers covered the insteps. Jane came out, the top three buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned, and she was not wearing underwear. The large white skin on her chest opened and closed as she walked, looming, Luo Yimu That incomparably serious clothes was worn by her with a sense of temptation.

Hearing the sound of the bathroom door being opened, Luo Yimu raised his head. Jian Ling had just finished taking a shower, and his body was still steamed. The moment he caught his eyes, Luo Yimu's pupils dilated a little, and he quickly moved away, looking calm, "Let's go." Come on, go to the hospital."

"Don't you wash it?" Jian Ling was taken aback, "Your clothes and hair are also soaked."

"Need not."

Jian Ling thought of something, "You didn't just bring a set of clean clothes, did you? I wore them, so you have no clothes to change?"

Luo Yimu was impatient, "Stop talking nonsense and follow me."

Jian Ling knew that she had guessed right, and she felt a little guilty, "There's no need to go to the hospital, I just suffered some flesh injuries, it's fine, by the way, I saw there was a set of pajamas in the closet just now, can you go take a shower and change into pajamas first? Later, I'll dry my clothes with a hair dryer and we'll change them back, it shouldn't take long, and it won't delay your business."

In Luo Yimu's eyes, Jian Ling has always been a person who only thinks about her own feelings. She never thought that she would be so considerate of others. She was a little surprised and said, "No matter what, I'll send you to the hospital for an examination first."

"But I don't want to go to the hospital." Jian Ling sat on the bed hugging the pillow, muttering softly, "The smell of disinfectant is bad."

Jian Ling's grandfather, grandmother, and father all died in the hospital. She seldom fell ill when she was a child. Every time she went to the hospital, it meant the death of a relative. In her heart, the smell of disinfectant in the hospital had long been associated with death. equal sign.

"As you please." Luo Yimu saw her resolute attitude, so he didn't force it anymore, took his pajamas and went into the bathroom to take a shower. She washed it very carefully, and it took longer than Jian Ling, and came out of the bathroom wiping her hair At that time, Jian Ling fell asleep. Her sleeping posture was a bit strange. On the 1.5-meter bed, she only occupied a small space beside the bed. She arched her back and curled herself up into a semicircle. Her hair was still wet.

Standing by the bed, Luo Yimu looked at Jian Ling's sleeping posture, with his eyes closed and his nose slightly open, looking very peaceful, completely contrary to her personality, and Luo Yimu couldn't help feeling drowsy.

Jian Ling was in a deep sleep, the collar of her shirt was open, Luo Yimu was condescending, and she had a full view of the scenery in her clothes. Luo Yimu always despised such things as taking advantage of others, she should immediately, immediately, decisively turn her head away He didn't look at the briefing, but Luo Yimu seemed to have been cast a holding spell, standing by the bed, looking into the open collar, and didn't move for a long time.

After a few minutes, there were several rattling sounds outside the window. Luo Mu came back to his senses, went to the window and saw that it was a bird pecking at the window glass. She opened the window and blasted the bird away, only to realize that she was A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, the shower just now was a waste.

After chasing the birds and closing the window, Luo Yimu looked back at Jian Ling who was sleeping soundly. Her hair was still very wet, so she would definitely have a headache when she woke up like this, so Luo Yimu took out the hair dryer from the bathroom and inserted it by the head of the bed. on the socket, bent down and patted Jian Ling on the shoulder, "Get up and blow dry your hair."

"Hmm..." Jian Ling was disturbed in her sleep, frowned in the dream, turned her back to Luo Yimu and continued to sleep.

Luo Yimu pushed her, "Get up."

"Don't bother me... I'm sleepy..." Jian Ling thought she was still sleeping on the small bed at home, pulled the pillow out from under her head and threw it out, "Go away... I don't want breakfast..."

Luo Yimu pushed her harder, "Get up, dry your hair before going to bed."

"Aren't you annoying, Rory?" Jian Ling sat up sleepily from the bed, and the pain from the accidental pulling woke her up a bit. She opened her eyes a little, and looked up at the person standing in front of her. The man suddenly fell asleep and woke up, and said in shock: "Mumu? Why are you at my house?" He was so scared that he didn't even wake up.

"..." Luo Yimu looked down at her.

Her mind was in chaos for a few seconds, and then she woke up, remembering what happened, and smiled at Luo Yimu embarrassedly, "I... I had insomnia last night, I didn't sleep much..."

Luo Yimu raised the hair dryer in his hand, "Dry your hair before going to bed."

"Okay, thank you." Jian Ling took the hair dryer, got out of bed and sat by the dressing table to dry her hair. Wrinkled with pain, blow it for a while, take a break, then raise your arm with the hair dryer, repeat it several times, suddenly feel that your hand is empty, and when you look back, the hair dryer has already arrived in Luo Yimu's hand.

Luo Yimu turned on the hair dryer, and gently picked up Jian Ling's hair with his fingers. The hair dryer let her hair hang down not too far away, and Luo Yimu gathered her hair again between his five fingers.

The blower was very loud, and Luo Yimu's movements were gentle. Jian Ling looked at Luo Yimu's action of lowering his head to blow his hair reflected in the mirror, with a smile in his eyes, and fell back, pillowed on Luo Yimu's thigh. superior.

"Sit up straight." Luo Yimu said without emotion.

Jian Ling found a comfortable position to lean on, and said with a smile, "The wind is too strong, I couldn't hear you clearly."

Luo Yimu didn't say anything more.

It seemed that there was such a peaceful scene between them for the first time. Jian Ling did not sleep well last night. Leaning on Luo Yimu's leg, she yawned and felt drowsy again. Come on, blinked a few times, and finally closed slowly.

This posture is easy to sprain the cervical spine, Luo Yimu supported her chin, straightened her a little, and did not wake her up.

In fact, she should be thrown out.

What does her life have to do with Luo Yimu.

Forget it.

For the sake of her injury, next time.

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