Glancing at him, Luo Wenjing did not take the clothes, nor did she stop the movements of her hands.

"If you don't change it, will you? Then I'll reluctantly appreciate your wet temptation. Qiao Zeyu said, threw his clothes on the coffee table, sat down for a long time, and stared at her with his head tilted.

Luo Wenjing subconsciously lowered her head and glanced at it, and found that today's prop costume was already a little exposed, wet by water, and was sticking to her body in embarrassment, faintly revealing her pink inside......

She quickly clutched her chest and glared angrily, "Look at what! I'll poke you blind if you look at me again!"

Qiao Zeyu raised his eyebrows leisurely, "You showed it to me yourself, why don't you watch it?"

"You ......" Luo Wenjing gritted her teeth, glared at him, grabbed the clothes on the table, and rushed upstairs like a gust of wind.

Qiao Zeyu sneered contentedly, "Fight with me, I haven't been afraid of women except for my mother!"

Upstairs, Luo Wenjing found that the second floor was designed with transparent glass walls, and there was only a large bed that looked like an open-air in the huge space, next to it was a clean bathroom, and his various toiletries were neatly placed in front of the dressing table, as well as a few white bottles, which looked like medicine.

Sighing, she resigned herself to changing her clothes, looked at the soaked underwear, thought about it and still didn't take it off, and insisted on wearing it inside.

His clothes were huge, especially the trouser legs, which she had to roll up several times, but the waist was almost the same, and she could barely put it on.

Neatly folded the wet costume, she slowly descended the stairs.

Qiao Zeyu glanced at her, feeling that her clothes were really funny and funny on her, she couldn't help but chuckle, and hooked her fingers at her, "Come and sit down, I'll get it for you!"

"Forget it, I'll get it myself!" she glanced at him unhappily, and turned her head to find that he was stupid enough to find a long sleeve for her with an injured arm, and the sleeve couldn't be picked up at this time, and the clothes were faintly rubbing against the wound, and it hurt a little.

"It's the biggest piece of clothing in my neckline, you can get it by pulling it off! But you have to slow down, it's not an ordinary dress, it's really expensive. Qiao Zeyu pointed to the neckline and commanded solemnly, so that she wanted to kick his chattering mouth.

Luo Wenjing usually smuggled like a boy with those senior brothers in the martial arts hall, and at this moment, she was asked to tear off her clothes and expose her shoulders, and she rubbed up.

"No, I'm going to roll it up!" she gritted her teeth, and subconsciously wanted to pull up her cuffs.

"Stop, stop, stop! I said that this dress is very expensive, what should you do if you wrinkle it for me? It's really troublesome!" Qiao Zeyu quickly stood up, stretched out his long arm, and grabbed her neckline accurately, and she struggled, just ripping it off, revealing most of the wounds.

“…… Still not letting go?!" She saw that the straps of her underwear were exposed, and she only felt that her old face was hot, and she shouted angrily.

"Tsk, it's not a child again, and you're still shy, don't move!" Qiao Zeyu glanced at her with disdain, dipped a cotton swab in alcohol, stared at her wound with a sincere expression, and carefully helped her rub the blood stains next to her.

The wound that had been burning was cold and slight, and it was relieved a lot, and his movements were very light and slow, touching her skin for a while, making her feel a little irritable for no reason, and she couldn't help but squint at him irritably.

"Can you hurry up! No, let me do it myself!"

"Hey, don't move! don't blame me for the pain!" Qiao Zeyu said, her slightly hot breath sprayed on her neck, making her blush again inexplicably, then turned her head away, closed her mouth and stopped talking.

"The wound is a bit deep, it looks like it's going to leave a scar, and I can't participate in any beauty pageants......" he said intently as he helped her deal with it, and his mouth kept nagging.

“……”

After treating the wound, he washed her wound with alcohol in fear, and seeing that she had no expression on her face, he couldn't help but ask again: "Doesn't it hurt?" Or am I too good at my skills?"

"Hurry up and get yours, where are you talking so much!" she urged impatiently, taking a deep breath.

"Tsk, I'm so fat that I can't even see my collarbone, and your biceps, what kind of King Kong Barbie? And this Ma Pingchuan's ......."

"Where are you looking!!" Luo Wenjing finally couldn't stand it anymore, pulled his collar and was about to kick him.

As soon as Qiao Zeyu looked up, he saw a familiar figure in his living room, two or three meters away from them, with his hands on his chest and his eyes staring at them slightly.

“…… Mom, why are you here?" his expression froze, and he subconsciously stepped forward and blocked in front of Luo Wenjing.

Lin Long had a creepy smile, and his face, which had not yet wrinkled, twitched uncontrollably.

"Looks like I'm not here at the right time. ”

She glanced at Luo Wenjing, who was confused, fiercely, and her eyes were even more gloomy.

Luo Wenjing was the first to come back to her senses, blinked, and asked softly, "This is your mother?"

Qiao Zeyu cleared his throat, glanced at her, and motioned for her to shut up with his eyes.

"What's the matter, it's hard to meet, just explain it clearly!" Luo Wen muttered quietly, brushing him aside and walking to the front, with a smile on his face that was as kind and well-behaved as possible.

"Auntie, you misunderstood, I am Li Weiyi's stand-in, and I made a special trip to explain to you today......"

Lin Long's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Did I let you speak?" Where did you learn the etiquette of interrupting the elders?"

"Mom!" Qiao Zeyu whispered helplessly.

Luo Wenjing was a little stunned by the scolding, and he pulled him back several steps and didn't come back to his senses.

"The third-rate vase is not enough, and now you are still playing a stuntman who can't see the light? Zeyu, it seems that you are used to being pampered, and you can't see the ugly reality clearly. Lin Long sneered, his eyes lightly glanced at Qiao Zeyu, who was not very good-looking, and raised his chin arrogantly.

"For people like us, the biggest fear is to provoke poor people who are useless. This kind of woman at the bottom of society is much more difficult than that kind of brainless vase!"

Lin Long's words were extremely unpleasant, although Luo Wenjing knew that she had misunderstood, she still felt a tightness in her heart and panicked.

"Mom, it's not what you think, she's not the kind of person you think, and we're not the kind of relationship you think!" Qiao Zeyu saw that she was getting more and more excessive, her handsome face was tense, and her voice was raised several degrees.

Lin Long snorted coldly when he heard this: "No, then why did you tell me why this woman was in your house and still wearing your clothes?!"