Chapter 82: Who doesn't have a girl's heart
"Little Mozi?" The corners of his lips twitched.
What the hell is this?
"What, what do you think of that title?" Lin Zhaoxia enjoyed Yang Moyan's service and looked at him with a smile.
“……”
Yang Moyan couldn't talk about her, but he felt that he was defeated by Lin Zhaoxia's shamelessness.
This is the end of a dinner party.
Yang Moyan took Lin Zhaoxia upstairs again, and downstairs looked at the back of his young master and another teenager going upstairs, and the expression on his face was ...... It's hard to put into words.
The young master, who had never returned home with a stranger, suddenly hugged a comatose ...... yesterday The boy came back, and that was the first time the housekeeper saw any other emotions from Yang Moyan's expressionless face.
If it were a girl, it would be great. It's a pity that this is a teenager...... The housekeeper had to wonder if his young master was in some places, there was something wrong......
……
On the second floor, returning to Yang Moyan's room, Lin Zhaoxia rubbed his stomach that was a little overwhelmed and nested in the sofa next to him.
Yang Moyan walked in with the medicine, "Come here, change the medicine." ”
"Don't," Lin Zhaoxia refused, his eyes lazy, "Now it doesn't have any discomfort." ”
Lin Zhaoxia wouldn't admit it, it was because she was afraid of pain, so she didn't want to change the medicine.
It's a pity that Yang Moyan said in one sentence, "Afraid of pain? ”
“…… Hey, even if you know, you can't break it. Lin Zhaoxia's expression was a little depressed.
What could she do?
What I can't control is that I'm afraid, and it's the most annoying thing to change the dressing.
"No," Yang Moyan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "This medicine is still very good." ”
He didn't coax people, and after saying this sentence a little bluntly, he saw Lin Zhaoxia nesting on the sofa with a pillow and staring at him with straight eyes.
Inexplicably, Yang Moyan was ears red, "What do you think I do?" Hurry up. "Look away.
"Yang Moyan ......" Lin Zhaoxia called his name faintly, "Can I understand that you are coaxing me?" ”
Yang Moyan glanced at her and didn't speak.
Lin Zhaoxia grinned, but stood up and walked over with a pillow.
Originally, he didn't expect Yang Moyan to answer, but unexpectedly, Yang Moyan seemed to nod, "Maybe." "After all...... This is a younger brother of his own.
Well, disobedient brother.
And Lin Zhaoxia is jumping out of the corner of his eye.
Maybe?
How can there still be maybe??
The medical yarn on his wrist was disassembled, Lin Zhaoxia gritted his teeth and opened his eyes. She really didn't have the courage to look into her own wounds.
"Cowardly."
While removing the gauze and observing Lin Zhaoxia, Yang Moyan laughed.
"Hey, who hasn't had a timid time?" Lin Zhaoxia was not convinced, she didn't believe that Yang Moyan was so big, and he didn't have people or things to be afraid of.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I really have one."
As if he was deliberately retaliating, when he was taking the medicine, Yang Moyan took the cotton swab and pressed it on Lin Zhaoxia's wound.
"Shhh...... I'll you! Lin Zhaoxia still didn't dare to look back.
Yang Moyan hooked his lips, and after the medicine was applied, he quickly bandaged it and began to pack up his things, "Okay." ”
Lin Zhaoxia's eyebrows moved, and he was finally willing to turn his gaze back, retract his arm, and then pouted in disgust, "The bag is really ugly." ”
"A big man, do you still care about that?" Yang Moyan laughed again.
Lin Zhaoxia held his arm and rolled his eyes, "Who doesn't have a girl's heart?" "In my heart, I said, I'm sorry, master, I'm a woman.