Chapter Twenty-Three: Can You Help Me Take a Bath?

Said to leave the morning after tomorrow,

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Luo Zi held a fountain pen in his hand and pondered, the cap of the pen tapping on the table.

He was thinking about what to do with what happened after he left.

First of all, this period of time is an important time for Roche Commercial Bank and Hengtong Bank to negotiate the merger, this cooperation is related to the further expansion of his own intelligence power in the yang world, which is very important, so even if he is about to go to Sutanlin, he can't publicize this matter, it is best to suppress the news within a certain range, and become a secret that only a few people can know.

Of course, the person in charge must be selected in advance, as for whether the person in charge should let Director Zhang or Manager Wang serve as the person, that is not something he needs to worry about, this kind of business merger in which almost all important decisions are made in secret, and the nominal person in charge is just a scarecrow who is released to attract people's eyes.

And the summer ......

Luo Zi firmly believes that Zhao Yumo lying in the room is Rong Qixia, there is no doubt that he wants her to be, and she must be.

He thought that there must have been something unexpected in Qi Xia that he didn't know about, which would lead to this situation in the end, so Luo Zi planned to write a secret edict and ask Mama Yue, who was far away in Taizhou, to summon a "spiritual doctor" to treat Yumo.

"Bangbang!" there was a knock at the door.

"Young master, it's An'er. ”

An'er is one of the palace maids brought by Luo Zi from the palace, in the past two years, because of her well-behaved and skillful, she can also guess Luo Zi's wishes, so she has become more and more loved by Luo Zi, and has recently climbed to the position of personal maid.

She is a Han palace maid in the Qing Dynasty, when she entered the palace, her father was a five-grade civil official, not much influence, and the daughter she gave birth to was beautiful and lovely, and she was also familiar with poetry and books, and she could play the piano and paint, but because she was too smart and too good, she didn't know which prescient concubine was poisoned, and finally she didn't even see the emperor's face, so she was forced to throw herself into the well and die.

It has been almost 300 years since then.

Luo Zi wrote the edict on the paper without raising his head, and said, "Come in." ”

An'er came in, and the female ghost who was forced to throw herself into the well became more generous than the original after this battle, and added a cautious temperament, so that after coming in, she didn't even dare to look up at Luo Zi's face, and said respectfully: "Young master, the hot water has been prepared, dare to ask if you are preparing a bath?"

"No, I'm going to be later today...... Wait," Luo Zi originally wanted to delay a little longer before going, but he remembered the "Qi Xia" who came to the special day today, so he turned his head and asked, "The new jade ...... Miss Mo, are you bathing?"

He treats Yumo as Yuxia, of course he is not used to calling her "Yumo", but if he can, of course he doesn't mind helping Yumo "change her name back", but no, now is not the time.

An'er replied, "The slave maid and the others have already prepared hot water, but Miss Yumo refused, and she had already finished bathing before she came. ”

Luo Zi nodded, "um" in response, and was about to wave his hand to let An'er go out first, and then prepare to take a bath after he finished his business, when he lowered his head and looked at the books on the table, he suddenly remembered the scene when he was in Lanyulou before-that dirty dead fat man, called Liu or something, the salty pig hand grabbed Yumo's plain hand and didn't let go......

Suddenly I felt uncomfortable!

Luo Zi stood up suddenly, simply sorted out the documents and files on the desk, raised his feet and walked out, and said in his mouth: "Forget it, go, go to Xizhufang with me!"

An'er naturally obeys.

Yumo was lying on the bed halfway on his side at this time, curling himself up in a daze.

I changed back to the nightdress I was wearing before, and I don't know what I thought at the time, but when I was wearing this nightdress, I was in this strange environment, and I suddenly returned to my true self.

The slender fingers that were as white as shallots slowly crossed the right collarbone with clear lines, and Yumo was stunned, staring at the bouquet of lilies on the bedside table without blinking.

The lily is beautiful, holy, fairy, mellow......

But tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and his sideburns ...... Yumo silently raised his hand to wipe away the cold tears, shrunk himself even tighter, buried his head in the crook of his arm, and closed his eyes.

If Sister Jinlan saw it, she would definitely not believe that this weak woman was herself - even if she was abused, even if she was treated unfairly, she never shed a single tear, but now......

Luo Zi gently pushed open the door and saw such a scene.

Luo Zi frowned, his heart throbbed at that moment, so he slowly walked to the side of the bed, and asked while sitting down gently, "What's wrong......?"

He raised his hand to Yumo's hair, silently soothed her, and told her that he was still there.

Yumo, who had wrapped herself, couldn't help but shed tears again under Luo Zi's sudden gentleness, but she rubbed her face on her arm vigorously for a long time, and only when she was almost recovered did she raise her head, and shook her head with a smile.

She is not a woman who will be weak in front of others, she is silent, it is her self-esteem.

Luo Zi thought that Yumo was menstrual cramps, and said distressedly: "Isn't it too painful?" I told the kitchen to make you a cup of brown sugar water-"

As he spoke, he was about to get up.

was grabbed by Yumo in a panic.

Luo Zi lowered his head and looked at Yumo, perhaps because of the dim lighting, so that he didn't see Yumo for the first time that he only showed a moment of weakness and pain, but that pearl-white silk nightdress-

Luo Zi's mind instantly flashed the picture of Yumo in Lanyulou before, and his heart suddenly panicked, and at the same time he felt guilty, and his tone couldn't help but soften and ask, "Why are you wearing this dress again?"

It's not that Luo Zi didn't care about Yumo's fall into the Qinglou before, but he didn't think too much about it at the time, his heart hurt too much, he just wanted to save "Qi Xia" from that fire pit as soon as possible, but, no man can bear the woman he loves has been ......

But what could he say?

So what can she do?

None of them had the power to change the past, and Luo Zi could only find a way to protect her more attentively in the future, or...... Kill those who touched her, those who forced her, those who used to have a crush on her......

Damn it!

No one is missing!

Not a single one!

Damn it!

Damn it!!

Thinking of this, Luo Zi's heart was full of anger, and even the expression on his face couldn't help but stiffen.

At this time, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Yumo's bright eyes looking at him obsessively, and following his sight, he saw the tears on his sideburns, and suddenly, his heart calmed down, Luo Zi gently lifted Yumo's head on the pillow, the wet stains were still there, and she really cried.

Luo Zi's expression couldn't help but soften, he frowned slightly, a distressed color appeared in his eyes, wiped his tears with his hands, Luo Zi said: "I heard that you don't want to bathe, I'll come over, you are not feeling well today, and it was so cold outside just now, it is better to take a hot bath and then sleep, so as not to catch a cold." ”

Immediately after taking a shower, I will change my clothes for "Tsunatsu"!

At the same time, Luo Zi thought firmly in his heart.

Who knew that Yumo didn't know what was wrong at this time, he actually looked at him, and asked softly in a low voice:

"Can you wash it for me?" (To be continued.) )