after divorce

Ever since Rong Le came to take care of Lu Zhaohan in person, it can be said that Lu Zhaohan has received meticulous care from Rong Le in the past two days, and Rong Le is completely obedient and pampering him just like before the divorce, which made him Can't help but feel like a blessing in disguise.

In fact, Rong Le also enjoyed it, and only felt that Lu Zhaohan like this belonged to him completely, and would not be disturbed by other people, and there was no such thing as work between them.

Especially seeing Lu Zhaohan's distressed look of needing help, instead of calculating everything like before, looking very calm and easy, Rong Le couldn't help but feel that the distance between the two is shortening, and the invisible gap The walls separating them are gradually crumbling.

At least Rong Le did feel that Lu Zhaohan had started to learn to understand his heart, instead of imposing his own ideas on him as before.

Just like today, Lu Zhaohan said enthusiastically that he had an inspiration and had to draw a design draft, but in the middle of the drawing, he suddenly looked at Rongle who was playing a mobile game on a whim and said, "Lele, I specially give you Is it okay to custom design a set of clothes? Just treat it as a New Year's gift for you."

Hearing Lu Zhaohan's inquiry, Rong Le thought for a moment that he was dreaming.

Because Lu Zhaohan in the past never asked such questions, he was always willful and would do whatever he thought of, even if it was custom-made clothes for Rongle, he would never greet Rongle in advance, only when the finished product was made After he came out, he would directly send the clothes to Rongle and ask Rongle to wear them for him to see.

So this time Lu Zhaohan would ask Rongle for his opinion in advance, which is undoubtedly an unprecedented move.

After being surprised, Rong Le didn't just nod in agreement with Lu Zhaohan's words: "Don't be so hasty, I have a lot of clothes now, basically all of them are specially designed by you."

This is not Rongle's exaggeration. In fact, since he met Lu Zhaohan, even before they became in a relationship, Lu Zhaohan has always liked to use him as a model to design clothes, and after making the finished product, Lu Zhaohan will not Give it to Rongle stingily.

Not to mention that after dating and getting married, Lu Zhaohan would send him nearly a hundred sets of clothes almost every year. For this reason, Lu Zhaohan also set aside two large rooms in Washington DC where they lived after they got married to connect and renovate, and specially made Cheng Rongle's cloakroom.

Since I have already discovered before that as long as I wear the clothes customized by Lu Zhaohan, Lu Zhaohan will be in a good mood, so at that time, Rongle wanted to make Lu Zhaohan happy, and he also really liked Lu Zhaohan's custom design. He wears Lu Zhaohan's designs every day to match his clothes.

Seeing Rongle's cooperation, Lu Zhaohan couldn't stop being inspired to customize and design more clothes for Rongle. Until now, the cloakroom in Shengcheng Huafu is still full of clothes that Rongle didn't move away.

Some time ago, when Xia Yanxuan went to help him move, he even lamented about it, saying that the materials of those clothes alone are worth at least tens of millions, not to mention the finished products designed by Lu Zhaohan himself. This value can be tripled at least.

However, Rong Le remained unmoved and only picked out a few sets that she liked to wear and packed them away, leaving the rest there.

"How can this be a rush?" Lu Zhaohan raised his eyebrows indifferently, "The clothes before are not the current fashion style, and besides, you are my Lu Zhaohan's date, I don't want you to wear outdated clothes from last year to go out to meet you people."

"..." Hearing this, Rong Le couldn't help showing a speechless look.

Moreover, it is not the first time he has heard Lu Zhaohan's remarks. Perhaps this is the obsessive-compulsive disorder of a top fashion designer. Lu Zhaohan has to customize and design the most fashionable styles for Rongle every year, which makes Rongle like a person who can It's like a living signboard for him to show off to his heart's content.

It was also Lu Zhaohan's behavior that caused Rong Le to quickly become the favorite of those fashion magazines after he signed a contract with Reisa. The reporters of those fashion magazines liked to chase him for various street photos, so that everyone The popular elements and wind direction of the year will be told to everyone at the fastest speed.

This is also one of the reasons why Rong Le quickly changed from a little-known model to a first-line model.

Seeing that Rong Le did not speak, Lu Zhaohan thought that he had acquiesced in this matter, so he waved to him with a happy face, signaling him to hurry to the hospital bed.

Rong Le originally wanted to reject Lu Zhaohan's approach, but after seeing Lu Zhaohan's very positive attitude towards this kind of thing, he couldn't say no.

"Come here quickly~" Lu Zhaohan urged, "I need to know your measurements."

Faced with Lu Zhaohan who was obsessed with design like this, Rong Le really didn't want to dampen his enthusiasm, so he sighed, stood up from the chair beside him as if resigned to his fate, and then walked to the side of the hospital bed.

"Bend down and let me hug you." Sitting on the hospital bed, Lu Zhaohan couldn't stand up and stretched out his hands to hug Rongle, so he reached out and grabbed Rongle's arm, so that Rongle, who was 1.8 meters tall, could bend Get down.

Can't help Lu Zhaohan's look full of anticipation, Rong Le didn't say anything else, and quickly bent down in cooperation.

The moment he bent down, Lu Zhaohan stretched out his arms to hug him very quickly, and then when he felt Lu Zhaohan's hands slipping restlessly towards his waist and hips, he held back Can't stop struggling slightly.

"Don't move, I'm measuring your measurements." Lu Zhaohan's tone was so serious that no one could tell he had any evil intentions.

It's just that the movements of his hands are not serious at all. In the past, he could know the three-digit value of the other party with just a hug. Le's legs are going weak.

"You...Are you alright?!" Rong Le felt a little embarrassed when he realized that he seemed to be reacting.

"It's not good yet, maybe it's related to the injury in a car accident... I don't think it's so accurate." Lu Zhaohan answered Rongle's words seriously, while continuing to move his hands up and down behind Rongle's body.

"..." Rong Le was speechless again, and then complained a little unbearably, "You hurt your leg, not your hand!"

"Don't be so impatient... Be good, don't move around." Lu Zhaohan's deep voice was very gentle, which made Rong Le's heart feel like being tickled through his clothes.

"Don't do it yet." Rong Le felt that if this continued, his body would really be ignited uncontrollably by Lu Zhaohan's hands.

"What's wrong?" Lu Zhaohan's tone was very innocent, as if he didn't know what happened at all, "I'm measuring your measurements like this, making you very uncomfortable?"

"No..." Rong Le couldn't say it, it wasn't uncomfortable at all, but because he felt too comfortable being touched like that, so he wanted to escape from the embrace that would make him fall into it!

"Then what's the matter?" Lu Zhaohan continued to ask in a very innocent tone, which made Rongle even more itchy.

"Don't touch it anymore." Rong Le, whose face was a little tense, did not answer Lu Zhaohan's questioning directly, but couldn't help but said this, otherwise, if he continued, he was worried that he would not be able to help but throw this person down A man who is still recuperating from his injuries.

"Huh?! Do you feel it?!" Lu Zhaohan's pretended surprised tone gave Rong Le an urge to hit someone.

"You obviously did it on purpose, but you still dare to say that." Rong Le couldn't help but gritted his teeth and replied, "Have you touched enough? Let go!"

"So you knew?" Lu Zhaohan didn't deny what Rongle said, but he generously raised the corner of his mouth to admit that he did it on purpose, "I told you to stop moving, I haven't touched enough."

"Aren't you afraid that I can't help but push you down on the bed?!" Rong Le snorted angrily.

"Of course I'm not afraid." Lu Zhaohan replied confidently, "Anyway, you like to move on it by yourself, and I know that very well."

Rong Le: "..."

So under Lu Zhaohan's seduction, Rongle couldn't resist his impulse after all, so he couldn't help making love with Lu Zhaohan on the hospital bed.

In the midst of confusion, watching the satisfied expression of the man below when he entered her, Rong Le felt instantly satisfied.

Although afterwards, Rongle told Lu Zhaohan about this matter, but he didn't regret what he did with Lu Zhaohan in his heart.

"Although my legs and feet are inconvenient and I don't feel comfortable doing it, I suddenly had the inspiration for the design." After being scolded by Rongle, Lu Zhaohan quickly lost himself in his own thinking, "After you make the finished product, you must Show me what to wear."

"Understood, young master." Rong Le pretended to be annoyed and perfunctory.

"Don't look so indifferent, every outfit I custom designed for you is full of my deep feelings for you." Lu Zhaohan said without concealment, "So why don't you act a little happier?"

"What you said is really nasty." Rong Le deliberately showed a disgusted expression, "Don't change your style of painting, it's not good to scare others."

"There is no one else here except you." Lu Zhaohan replied directly.

"Don't say such things just because this is a VIP ward. You obviously don't like those doctors and nurses coming to make rounds, so you willfully refuse them to enter here." Rong Le really didn't want to complain about this, after all, Lu Zhaohan was his The most difficult patients and injuries I have ever seen.

As a result, just after Rong Le finished speaking, the indoor phone in this ward rang. Obviously, it was the doctor's call.

Rong Le helped answer the phone, and after listening to what the doctor said and hanging up the phone, he said to Lu Zhaohan: "Your inspection reports have come out, and the doctor told you to go to his office Take it, do you need me to help you get it?"

"Let me get it myself..." Lu Zhaohan shrugged helplessly, "Isn't it time to eat? I want you to buy some delicious food for me. I almost vomited from the food in the hospital recently."

Seeing Lu Zhaohan put on a pitiful look, Rong Le could only laugh and said: "Yes, yes, I will buy it for you in a while."

"Sure enough, my family's music is the best~" Lu Zhaohan saw that Rong Le was so obedient to him, so he didn't forget to boast a few words so that Rong Le could pamper him even more, "Actually, my favorite food is my family's music Le made something with his own hands.”

"You're enough, stop flattering me, I'm not used to your style of painting." Rong Le was afraid that Lu Zhaohan would go on talking, he would really find a way to borrow a kitchen for Lu Zhaohan to cook delicious food.