"Nothing?!" Leng Zimo came back to her senses, her head shook and hurt a little, she was afraid that telling the truth would make her worried, and her eyes fell on her neckline ambiguously, "Spring is too bright, a little dazzling!" ”

Luo Xiaoqian lowered her face and glanced at her neckline, the zipper of her blouse was a little loose, and from his point of view, she should just see her chest.

"Badass!" Her face was hot, she raised her hand to push his face to the other side, pulled the zipper up and reset it, and took a towel to pad the back of his neck, "Close your eyes and rest for a while, I'll wash it for you!" ”

Leng Zimo closed his eyes, and Luo Xiaoqian stretched out his palm to help him take a bath.

Start from the beginning, then the face, the neck......

With his eyes closed, he could clearly feel her fingers, the gentle intensity.

He instinctively opened his eyes, only to see that she was concentrating on helping him wash his other arm with a bath cotton, her little face was a little hot from the hot water, and she became more and more red, and her cheeks were stained with a few small white foams, which was playful and cute.

Tightening his fingers, he took her palm directly.

"Zimo?!" Feeling his fingers tighten, Luo Xiaoqian turned her face suspiciously, "Am I rubbing too hard?!" ”

His fingers rubbed her lightly, "Wash with me!" ”

Luo Xiaoqian's face turned red all of a sudden, "Don't! ”

He had an arm injury, and he had just fainted, and she was only worried that something would happen to him.

Leng Zimo didn't say anything more, just raised her hand to hug her, half of her body reached into the bathtub, and the palm holding the bathtub slipped suddenly, and her whole body fell directly over and smashed on his body.

The two of them collapsed into the bathtub together.

Wow!

The water splashed out, and the snow-white foam instantly flowed all over the ground.

"Your arm hurts so much that you don't ......"

Luo Xiaoqian raised her face from his arms in shock, looked at his injured arm, and saw that his arm was still resting aside, because it was wrapped in plastic wrap and not getting wet.

"This time, but you took the initiative!"

He smiled at her water-soaked homewear.

Her face was almost red and dripping blood, her body was surrounded by him, she couldn't escape, and she didn't dare to move, she just froze there and didn't dare to move.

Seeing her shy look, he raised his lips and reached over with his palm, pulling her hand over and placing it on his chest.

"I will let Luo Jun accept me as soon as possible, and when the time comes, we can always be together."

"Okay."

She was in his arms, even if he didn't remember the past, this man loved her, and he loved her all the time, it was enough.

……

……

Beijing, a newspaper, editor-in-chief's office.

The editor-in-chief looked at the photos sent by his reporters, in the photos, Jiao Yang was wearing casual clothes, wearing wide-rimmed glasses, shopping in the supermarket, only flipped through a few photos, he lost interest, raised his hand and threw the photo on the table, he frowned and looked at the entertainment secretary of his own subordinate standing across the table.

"That's the headline you made?! What title did you give me to say, 'I haven't seen you for five years, the prince CEO turned into a god of food, and bought ingredients for cooking'?! ”

"I really can't shoot it, I followed him for a week, he didn't even go to a nightclub except for work, but when he went home, how could there be any news worth shooting." The entertainment reporter, who had just entered the industry for a short time, carefully argued.

"Put this garbage away, I'll give you another two weeks, and if you can't shoot anything valuable, you can just write a letter of resignation." The editor-in-chief stood up.

"Associate Editor!" The entertainer hurriedly put away the photo and chased after him, "If you take a closer look, even if you can't be a headline, you can always be a lace." ”