"I went to get the scald medicine, but I couldn't find a substitute for aloe vera gel."

A muffled command voice was thrown.

When the words fell, the man directly took her unburned hand and walked towards the landscape flower pond in the courtyard.

The landscape pool was very close, and there was cold water flowing, and he lowered her hot red hand under the water.

When the cold hit, Lan Xixi only felt that the burning sensation was instantly reduced, and his heart was relieved.

She opened her mouth to thank her.

The man instructed, "Don't move, drench it for a while to avoid foaming." ”

As soon as the words fell, the clerk ran over, trembling, and said in a panic:

"Ninth Master, I took the perfect aloe vera gel in my makeup bag, and I will use it for Miss first, and I will go to the pharmacy outside to buy scald medicine immediately."

She ran fast.

Bo Zhanye took a wet paper towel and opened the aloe vera gel: "It doesn't feel so painful, and then wipe it with a wet paper towel and wipe the aloe vera gel." ”

The voice is soft, the expression is focused, and the eyebrows are slightly twisted.

Lan Xixi looked at him, surprised and slightly stunned.

From the time it happened to the present, it was only two minutes, and he dealt with it calmly and quickly, as if he was worried about her?

How could it be, how could he be worried?

It should be just a hand-out-of-the-way help......

Lan Xixi calmed down, and squeezed out words on her lips: "Thank you, I'm fine, I'm already much better, you go and get busy, I'll do it myself." ”

She took the wet wipes and aloe vera gel from his slender hand, and in a detached and polite manner, she bowed her head and prepared to make it herself.

Seeing her clumsy appearance, Bo Zhanye reached out and pulled her thin wrist, gently dried it, and then squeezed out the aloe vera gel and wiped it on her wrists and the back of her hands.

The movements are domineering and strong, and they are also very gentle, gently rubbing between the fingers and the skin, cool and itchy.

Lan Xixi felt that the scalded skin was no longer painful, but the blood inside began to beat and became hot.

She was embarrassed, speechless, and uncomfortable.

Just two minutes, like a century.

After Bo Zhanye smeared the medicine for her, he raised his eyes, only to find that her delicate cheeks were red and shy, as shy as a freshly ripe apple.

He lifted his thin lips: "It's the wrist that burns, why is the face so red?" ”

Hearing this, Lan Xixi's cheeks turned even redder!

She quickly withdrew her hand and bowed her head: "It's hot, it's just hot." ”

"Huh? Isn't it raining today? Bo Zhanye's unusually handsome eyes glanced at the rain outside.

Lan Xixi was instantly embarrassed and wanted to die!

She, she, she...... How can you be so humiliated!

“……”

Bo Zhanye didn't tease her anymore, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, his eyes fell on the suit jacket on her body, raised his hand to take it down, and threw it aside:

"The sleeves are wet, wear mine."

As he spoke, he unbuttoned his suit, and his movements were extremely elegant and noble.

Lan Xixi panicked: "No, no, I'm not cold." "Besides, she wears Bo Xilang as a boyfriend and girlfriend in name, what does it look like to wear him!

Her resistance fell in Bo Zhanye's eyes, and her soft expression darkened slightly:

"Isn't it cold, or don't you want to? Or, you can wear any man's, but you can't wear mine? ”

How can this sound a yin and yang weird meaning!

Lan Xixi wanted to answer yes, but the invisible oppressive force on his body made her dare not challenge authority.

She said, "No, it's ......."

"That's fine, get dressed." The man interrupted domineeringly, and the warm blazer fell directly on her shoulder, enveloping her.

Lan Xixi was already cramped, and his heart tightened when he smelled the breath full of his unique taste.

She is Lan Jiao's sister, what will outsiders think if she is photographed wearing his clothes? What will Lan Jiao think when she comes out and sees it after a while?

She insisted on taking it off: "Brother-in-law, I'm really not cold, I just got burned, I just need to be cool at this time, so you should wear it, so as not to catch a cold and infect Xiaomo."

By the way, I haven't seen Xiaomo for a few days, how is he? Are you okay? ”

She's changing the subject.

Bo Zhanye's face sank, and her too dark and deep eyes locked on her: "You call me brother-in-law?" ”

The voice was cold, questioning.

Lan Xixi's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

It is normal for her to call him brother-in-law, but it is also to distance the relationship and remind him of the distance between them.

What is he doing so cold?

"Could it be...... Do you think it's more appropriate to be called Uncle Nine? ”

A weak sentence came out, and Bo Zhan Yejun's face instantly became cold! His thin lips pursed into a line, squeezing out the words:

"I underestimated your cheekiness. Do you like to be called Uncle Nine? Very good.

As a junior, the first time I see an elder, should I do something to show it? ”

The breath is cold and cold.

Lan Xixi's long eyelashes quickly incited: "Table? Denote? What does it mean? ”

Bo Zhanye pouted at her high: "Serve tea and pour water, nephew-in-law, I look forward to your good performance." ”

The deliberately aggravated 'nephew' is sarcastic and dangerous.

Dropping the words, he turned around and sat down in the pantry inside, waiting for her with cold dignity.

Lan Xixi: "??? ”

Where is there to serve tea and pour water for the elders these days? What's more, although he is the ninth uncle, his age is not much different from Bo Xilang, okay!

The dog man is clearly deliberately humiliating her!

She glanced at the direction inside, why didn't Lan Jiao and Bo Xilang come out yet?

She was reluctant to walk in: "Ninth Master, I don't know how to make tea, there are special tea masters here, why don't you let them make it for you?" ”

Bo Zhanye said coldly: "It's okay, you press my shoulder." ”

What's that?

Shoulder !!

Are you sure he's not a hooligan?

"The juniors press the shoulders of the elders, do you have an opinion?" The man was breezy and calm, and a rhetorical question sounded as it should be.

Of course, Lan Xixi has opinions, but it is in vain to say it!

"I choose to make tea."

She walked over, grabbed a large handful of tea leaves and put them in the teapot, and then poured boiling water into it.

Doesn't he drink tea? She'll put more! Let him make things difficult for her!

The girl's movements were indignant, with resentment.

Bo Zhanye looked at it, his eyes were deep and dark, and Leng Jun's face was expressionless.

When she brought the tea in front of her, he lifted his lips coldly: "I just remembered, I don't drink tea." Please re-brew the coffee. ”

Polite, polite, gentlemanly, one can't wait to pour a cup of tea on him!

Lan Xixi gritted her teeth, if it weren't for the fact that he had just given her medicine, she would really have done it!

Bear with me, bear with me, isn't it just a cup of coffee? There's instant coffee here anyway.

She walked over, opened a pack of coffee, poured water to brew it, and handed it over again:

"Uncle Nine, it's all right now, right?"

In the first few words, the bite is extraordinarily heavy.

Bo Zhanye raised his eyebrows, glanced at her, took the coffee, and took a sip:

"It's too sweet."

Nima!

She obviously didn't put any sugar at all, sweet yarn!

Endure and endure, no need to endure again!

Lan Xixi reached out and snatched the coffee cup directly from him, drank it in one gulp, and then looked straight at him:

"It's quite sweet, and I like to drink it. Uncle Nine, don't drink it, be thirsty.

In addition, even if I want to be with Bo Xilang, the person I want to marry is him, not you, and I don't need to please you! Filial piety to your satisfaction! ”

The voice is clear and the words are powerful.

Slightly raised chin, quite arrogant, direct.

Bo Zhanye's eyes narrowed.

Staring at the coffee mark left on her upper lip flap, he got up and approached her—