After taking a bath, Zhao Xingyuan's face was flushed, and his beautiful black eyes seemed to be soaked with water.

"There are unopened bath towels and bathrobes in the bedroom, which I bought at the mall and can be used directly."

The scene that should be ambiguous, under Zhao Xingyuan's indifference, has become an extremely ordinary trivial matter.

"Okay, thank you, you'd better blow your hair so you don't catch a cold."

"I'll blow it later."

Perhaps in order to take care of Shu Ange's feelings, Zhao Xingyuan's bathrobe was tied very tightly, revealing only a white collarbone.

Even so, the warm yellow light shining on him still exudes an unavoidable temptation.

A face that is more delicate than a woman, a gentleman and a smile that makes people feel excited.

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower."

Shu Ange dragged his wet clothes and walked slowly to the bathroom.

The bathrooms are spacious and luxuriously decorated, with animal heads embedded in the walls like works of art. The comfortable ivory white marble bathtub makes Shu Ange have the urge to take a bath.

Brand new bath towels, bathrobes and towels are placed on the cupboard.

Shu Ange took off his wet clothes, turned on the shower, and let the hot water wash his tired body.

She was not wearing slippers, her white feet were on the ground, and she used her toes to make shallow marks in the bubbles.

Judging from the color of the instep, the original owner is still very white, and Shu Ange comforts himself.

After the rain, it was really comfortable to take a hot bath, and she hummed a little song happily.

In the living room, Zhao Xingyuan was blowing his hair while looking in the direction of the window.

It's time for my father to get the news, he came to Z City for a while, and he can be regarded as getting rid of the complicated life.

In the past, only during the Qingming Festival every year, his father would accompany him to Z City to sweep his mother's grave.

Zhao Xingyuan's memory of his mother is still very clear, but in a blink of an eye, she has been dead for more than ten years.

Today it is like this, and tomorrow it will be like this.

The rain snapped against the window, and Zhao Xingyuan saw his mother's sick smile lying on the hospital bed, holding his hand tightly.

When life and death parted, he did not realize the cruelty of death.

I thought that my mother had just gone far away, and that they would see each other again one day.

It wasn't until many years later that Zhao Xingyuan understood that the separation brought about by death could never be reversed. He can only look for traces of his mother's existence from photos and videos.

"I'm done."

Shu Ange wore a large bathrobe and walked out uncomfortably.

She washed her underwear together, her chest was open, and she walked insecurely.

The bathrobe that only hung down to Zhao Xingyuan's calf was worn on her, and it could almost wrap her whole person.

This also made Shu Ange feel a little more secure, at least the long bathrobe could cover the scars on her body.

"Hair dryer."

Zhao Xingyuan handed Shu Ange the hair dryer, and instead of wrapping her hair in a towel like most girls, she let her wet hair stick to her cheeks.

Thinking like this, he never seemed to see her face clearly along the way, she always half-bowed her head and deliberately covered her cheeks with bangs.

"Thank you."

Shu Ange took the hair dryer, smiled at Zhao Xingyuan, and only started to blow his hair when he returned to the sofa.

The hairdryer provided by the hotel was of good quality and there was no extra noise.

There was a knock on the door, Zhao Xingyuan opened the door, and the waitress in a red uniform handed him a few handbags with a smile.

"Hello, this is the clothes you two want, do you need to take the wet clothes away to dry?"

"I'm tired."

Zhao Xingyuan politely opened the door and invited the waiter in.

The other party walked straight into the bathroom, packed up the wet clothes with the clothes basket and took them out.

After drying his hair, Shu Ange turned around and found that Zhao Xingyuan had gone to the bathroom to change his clothes.

He seemed to like to wear a hoodie and changed to a plain white one with black slacks underneath.

"Your clothes."

Zhao Xingyuan handed the handbag to Shu Ange, and only then did he see that there was a large burn scar on the left side of her face.

Then he understood why she always had to cover her scars with her hair.

"Thank you."

Shu Ange took the bag, and after opening it in the bathroom, he found that the waiter was very considerate and even bought underwear, and the size was not much different from her.

As for the outerwear, it is a very famous light coffee trench coat with a cashmere sweater skirt inside.

She flipped through the tag and took a look, this set of clothes, there are not thousands of dollars that she can't get.

Chen Pannan's family is good, but it's a pity that her family is reluctant to buy her clothes, let alone such an expensive one.

Chen Huaiyu's sister and brother have a lot of clothes that cost more than 1,000 yuan, and the original owner only has envy.

Putting on new clothes, Shu Ange looked in the big mirror in the bathroom.

Sure enough, people rely on clothes, and when she dresses up like this, she immediately feels a lot more energetic.

Shu Ange brushed his hair open, completely revealing the scar on his left cheek. In fact, after removing this scar, the skin is whiter and tenderer, and the facial features of the original owner are still quite marked.

Her appearance is neutral, and Chen Huaiyu, who is dressed as a delicate little princess, are two completely different styles.

After changing his clothes, Shu Ange walked out wearing slippers.

"The clothes fit you perfectly."

"It's too expensive, can you leave a contact information? Later, when I have money, I can pay it back to you. ”

"You don't have to pay it back."

Hearing Shu Ange's remarks that he wanted to repay the money, Zhao Xingyuan frowned: "I don't lack this money, you have helped me a lot." ”

"It's okay if you don't pay back, can you let me help you take the pulse? I have studied Chinese medicine on my own and have some understanding of congenital deficiency. ”

Zhao Xingyuan's heart disease should have been brought in his mother's womb, and Shu Ange wanted to help him recover his health.

"You know Chinese medicine?"

Zhao Xingyuan's tone was puzzled, and he looked at Shu Ange's gaze a little more scrutiny.

A teenage girl said that she knew Chinese medicine, which inevitably made people suspicious, not to mention that Zhao Xingyuan's family background was quite special.

"I know, I had a car accident before, and I relied on myself to recuperate, and I got rid of the blood in my brain through massage."

Shu Ange pointed at her head with a finger, and Zhao Xingyuan saw that a piece of hair was obviously missing from her head, so he specially covered it with hair elsewhere.

Zhao Xingyuan has no prejudice against traditional Chinese medicine, and in order to treat him, his father invited many famous doctors at home and abroad, and also took him to see traditional Chinese medicine.

Compared with Western medicine, traditional Chinese medicine treatment methods are more mild and have the effect of consolidating the foundation and cultivating the yuan.

But Zhao Xingyuan has a heart attack in the womb, as long as he doesn't get sick, his family will be Amitabha Buddha and can't engage in any strenuous exercise.

"Thank you for your kindness, I know my body, and this is probably the end of my life."

Zhao Xingyuan laughed at himself, maybe his health will be worse in the future, otherwise the woman who follows his father will not be ambitious and want to rely on the illegitimate son who has no shadow to take the position.

"Student Zhao, your body is not as bad as you imagined. If you believe me, I can give you a massage. Of course, it would be better to have gold needles for acupuncture. ”

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