C16

Is this still a matter of time?

Looking at how slowly and angrily I was stomping on the ground, I couldn't help but shiver.

I was about to explain that it wasn't that I was slow, but that the woman had made me kneel for so long, when Slow suddenly got out of the car and rushed over to me. He looked down at my knees and said, "How did this happen?"

I gave him a wry smile and said, "There's nothing I can do about it. It's afternoon training."

I didn't say anything more and just carried me to the front passenger seat. I drove really fast while pursing my lips.

I was about to open the car door and get out when I heard him say coldly, "Don't move!"

Then he got out of the car, walked over to my side, opened the door, and carried me out with both hands.

I was flattered to see the side of his handsome face, but his heart did not blossom!

After such an injury, it is not wonderful to have someone carry me to the car and get off the bus.

Maybe the two of us can be very friendly and harmonious, right?

He put me on the couch, picked up his cell phone, and went to the study.

I sat on the sofa and stared blankly at my knees. I didn't know if his house had any medicine boxes. He should have taken care of it. If there were scars left behind, things would not be good!

After a while, he slowly walked over with the medicine box.

I couldn't help but want to exclaim that this man was so meticulous when he got better. Seeing him kneel in front of me and carefully treat my wounds, I felt as if a part of my heart had fallen into a trap.

I didn't even want to come out of this tenderness of his. Maybe he wanted me to be his lover, but he also liked me a little.

I was in the middle of my own secret fantasy, so I slowly raised my head to look at me. "How do you feel?"

I shook my head. He tapped my head and said angrily, "Just say it hurts. There's no need to hold it in. Girls who pretend to be strong are not cute at all! "

At first, I thought that he was somehow angry, but when I looked up at him again, I found that he was stunned, and all of them shook their heads in a self-deprecating manner. I secretly heaved a sigh of relief. So I wasn't angry!

He bandaged my wound, picked me up again, and placed me on the dining chair. Then he kissed my forehead and said, "Wait a minute, I can only cook you a bowl of noodles at this time of the year."

After that, he entered the kitchen and took out ingredients from the fridge to start preparing.

Looking at the man's busy figure, I felt another corner of my heart soften.

How could there be such a good man? Good growth! A good family! Being so nice to people, I couldn't find any fault with him. I sat at the dining table, intoxicated, looking at his busy figure. I really hoped that time would stop at this warm moment.

When the bowl of steaming hot noodles was placed in front of me, I felt that my eyes were slightly sore and moist. I didn't know whether it was due to the hot air coming from the noodles, or if something was wrong.

When he slowly looked at me, there seemed to be something flashing in his eyes. "Eat quickly!"

"Oh, okay!"

I picked up my chopsticks and started to eat the most delicious and warmest noodles I've had since coming to the capital city!

This bowl of noodles not only filled my stomach, but it also warmed my somewhat cold heart.

I ate a big bowl of noodles until there wasn't even any soup left. When I slowly saw it, I couldn't help but smile and ask, "Are you a pig? He ate so much? Are you full? Do you want me to give you another bowl? "

I clutched my stomach and said loudly, "No, no! "No need, I'm full already. Thank you."

He came over and flicked my head again.

I held my head which was hurting from the bullets. I didn't know why …

After slowly putting away the bowl, he walked back to my side after a short while. He picked me up and carried me to the second floor.

Until sitting by the bed, listening to his bath sound, I feel a little awkward, he hurriedly brought me up, is it?

Looking at my bandaged knee and thinking of that text message from the day, I couldn't help but hold my forehead. What should I do?

At this moment, I suddenly woke up to the fact that the relationship between me and her was nothing more than the relationship between an employer and a lover. No matter how my body looked, I should meet the needs of the employer.

While I was daydreaming, he slowly wrapped a towel around me, revealing his charming triangles. Water droplets still hung from them as he walked towards me. I felt a little hot, and my mouth was dry.

Just when I thought I should say something to him, he came over and carried me to the bathroom!