Chapter Ninety-Three: A Maniac Who Doesn't Measure Himself

The little between men and women is either learned from physiology classes or learned from the omnipotent Internet, and anyone who says they don't understand anything must be a lie.

It's like Park Ji-yeon, who is now smiling innocently.

Wang Luo always felt that seeing the fox ears above her head and the fox tail behind her, this terrible little vixen dared to do such a shy thing.

Wang Luo felt that the blood in his whole body began to be restless, his mouth was dry, his muscles were tight, and he could only bite the tip of his tongue to resist, the touch brought by that weak and boneless little hand.

Wang Luo felt that if he continued like this, he would definitely suffer.

Under Park Ji-yeon's panicked gaze, Wang Luo grabbed Park Ji-yeon's weak and boneless waist with his big hand, and pushed her down on the massage machine with a slight force.

Park Ji-yeon subconsciously hugged Wang Luo's neck because of her panic, and rubbed against Wang Luo's hard chest to bring a strange tingling sensation, which made her a little distracted.

"Park Ji-yeon, I have something to do today, let you go, if there is a next time, I will definitely spank your ass and blossom, do you hear?" Wang Luo's red eyes stared at Park Ji-yeon, a little distracted, but her face looked unusually charming.

"I don't believe it." Park Ji-yeon came back to her senses, didn't bother to cover her chest anymore, looked at Wang Luo's face with burning eyes, and said loudly.

The corners of Wang Luo's mouth twitched, he gritted his teeth, and scolded coquettishly, "Stinky rascal!" ”

"Bah~ it's disgusting." Listening to Wang Luo's disgusting taste, Park Ji-yeon rubbed her arms in disgust, raised her little feet and wanted to press against Wang Luo's lower abdomen, but she didn't expect to arrive at a strange place.

Park Ji-yeon's face became more and more flushed.

"Count you ruthless." Wang Luo was completely convinced, teased Park Ji-yeon's face, and dragged the bath towel out of the bathroom in embarrassment while Park Ji-yeon was screaming and beating him.

"Hmph, see how long you run." Park Ji-yeon wiped a handful of water droplets from her face, looked at the bathroom door that had not yet had time to close, raised her chin and snorted softly, with a hint of smugness on the corner of her mouth.

How can there be such an uncle who will react to the younger generation, oh, it must be a perverted uncle~

Park Ji-yeon squeezed the water and couldn't help laughing.

Wang Luo left a watermark on the floor with his bare feet, and ran directly to the balcony, not afraid of the cold wind outside blowing on his body that was still dripping with water droplets.

Wang Luo shivered with his teeth while squatting on the ground in a daze.

Park Ji-yeon also has a special meaning for him, like a ship lost in the navigation line, shattered after a storm, and seeing a faint lighthouse light in the darkest time, illuminating his darkness.

What people are most afraid of is not poverty, but chaos, and they don't even know why they are alive, which is the most terrible.

I don't dare to say that the meaning of Wang Luo's life is Park Ji-yeon, but at least Park Ji-yeon gave him a goal and reason to live well, he owes Park Ji-yeon a lot of money, although the amount is not remembered, although the money is to buy medicine for Park Ji-yeon, but after all, he owes it, so he needs to make money.

He promised to buy a lot of things for Park Ji-yeon, and although he remembered those promises himself, at least he agreed, so he needed to make money.

There are many ways for Wang Luo to make money, but those are not clean money, and Wang Luo is unwilling, so before he met President Choi and Liu Zaixun, he was honestly working as a handyman.

I don't make much money every month, and I will lose some gambling money from time to time, but I will save tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of yuan, looking forward to saving enough, and then I will talk to Park Ji-yeon in exchange for the happy laughter of the little guy.

Wang Luo likes Park Ji-yeon's laughter, which sounds silly, silly, innocent, pure and moving.

Although that girl often claims to be Wang Luo's woman, saying that Wang Luo will definitely fall in love with her and other crazy things, Wang Luo has never cared, he knows what he looks like, and if he likes someone like him, isn't he crazy?

Besides, if Wang Luo really fell in love with her, wouldn't he be considered a madman?

A madman who can't do anything.

It's not that Wang Luo belittles himself, but Park Ji-yeon is in his heart, untouchable.

Have you ever seen a man who defiled the little angel in his heart? Then he is either a madman or a pervert, and Wang Luo Ke thinks that he is not this kind of person.

And if Wang Luo really defiled the little angel, then the little angel's grandfather would not necessarily make Wang Luo's death ugly, thinking of the old bald old man who was about to die at any time, Wang Luo shuddered, instantly sobered up, and walked into the room with his shoulders in his arms.

Wipe off the water stains on his body that are about to freeze, Wang Luo changed his underwear, thought about putting on his beach pants for safety, walked into another bathroom, and looked at the wound on his neck that had become a little dark red.

The room has two bathrooms, one has a bathtub and the other does not have a bathtub, Wang Luo likes to take a bath, so he will naturally take a bath in that bathroom.

Wang Luo looked at himself who had become much more handsome in the mirror, sighed and patted his face full of stubble, blaming this handsome face, so that Park Ji-yeon, a little perverted woman, couldn't hold it, but fortunately she was strong-willed, otherwise she would definitely be chastity tonight.

Wang Luo hummed a little song and sorted out the lunch box for Huang Meiying tomorrow in the kitchen.

The first step of anorexia is to confirm what the patient's triggers are, some are endocrine disorders caused by mental stress, loss of taste, some are forced to lose weight due to mental stress, resulting in subconscious resistance to eating, and there is Park Ji-yeon, because of stress and greedy snacks, which leads to the deterioration of spleen and stomach skills.

However, one thing that is certain about anorexia is that the mental pressure is high, and Wang Luo is ready to take a good look at Huang Meiying's condition tomorrow and prescribe the right medicine.

Wang Luo bought a lot of vegetables, although the amount is not very much, but there are many types, you can make almost a dozen different types of bento, and the rest of Huang Meiying does not eat, Wang Luo can also sell it to Girls' Generation Others, Li Shungui is good, and he will definitely be willing to pay for it.

Wang Luo showed a relieved smile while washing the dishes.

"Do you want to make a late-night snack?" With a wet and soft body, he hugged Wang Luo's waist from behind, and his long wet hair rubbed against Wang Luo's back.

"Ah, Park Ji-yeon! What's wrong with you today? Will there be too much physical contact. Wang Luo's hand shook and almost cut his fingers, and he shouted with some displeasure.

"I don't know." Park Ji-yeon yawned and said lazily on Wang Luo's back.

"Embrace 50,000 thanks to your patronage." Wang Luo rolled his eyes and said with a smile.

"It's expensive." Park Ji-yeon pursed her lips, let go of Wang Luo's bear waist, and patted Wang Luo's broad back with her soft little hand, "Why are there so many?" ”

"Didn't I tell you? Customer's meal. Wang Luo turned his head and stuffed a cucumber slice into Park Ji-yeon's mouth.

"Hmm, I hate it." Park Ji-yeon chewed the cucumber in her mouth, pinched the soft meat on Wang Luo's waist with her small hand, and a trace of displeasure flashed in her eyes, but she didn't say anything.

The two of them chatted for a while, Park Ji-yeon really couldn't get tired, she was crying and making trouble just now, she spent too much energy, and dragged her tired body to the bedroom to sleep.

Wang Luo was busy until almost twelve o'clock, and cooked Cui Xiuying's medicine, and the materials for tomorrow morning were ready, wiping the sweat from his forehead, Wang Luo frowned slightly.

How do you feel like you don't feel like a senior security guard, like a senior nanny?

With a stomach full of complaints, Wang Luo yawned, turned off the kitchen light, and walked into the bedroom.

Looking at Park Ji-yeon, who was lighting the bedside lamp and sleeping soundly with the quilt, Wang Luo showed a gentle smile, and his heart was a little warm.

What a heartwarming gesture it is to have someone leave a light for you.

Wang Luo looked at Park Ji-yeon, whose facial features were very young and illuminated by the orange dim bedside lamp, and it seemed that she was just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl.

Wang Luo couldn't help but reach out and pinch Park Ji-yeon's greasy face.

"Well, it's annoying." Park Ji-yeon, who didn't seem to be sleeping too deeply, muttered, frowned and opened her eyes, her slender white legs stretched out from the quilt and kicked Wang Luo, turned around and fell asleep again.

Wang Luo smiled, turned off the bedside lamp, lay on the bed and closed his eyes, his heart was peaceful.

Sure enough, in less than three minutes, his arm was hugged by a soft body, and his satin-like long hair skipped over Wang Luo's shoulder, making him feel itchy.

"Good night." Park Ji-yeon muttered in a milky voice.

"Good dreams." Wang Luo hesitated, pulled his arm from Park Ji-yeon's arms, and pillowed it on the back of Park Ji-yeon's head.

"Hmph." Park Ji-yeon let out a soft snort, pillowed Wang Luo's arm and moved, chose a comfortable position, and fell asleep deeply.

Think of it as a benefit for making the little guy cry today, and you will have to charge it next time.

Wang Luo raised the corners of his mouth, looking for sleep.