Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Lin Weiwei licked the cream on his lips, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he nodded heavily: "Of course, you brought so many desserts, how can you not look forward to it?"

Ji Mingyou pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were dark, his disappointment flashed like a shooting star, and his voice was low: "It's just desserts, you are honest."

After finishing speaking, Ji Mingyou was startled, and turned his face away awkwardly.

He had already decided to keep his distance, but he couldn't help but cross the line.

"Yes, I've always been single." Lin Weiwei made a cup of tea and ate it slowly.

Seeing that she didn't care, Ji Mingyou said with gloomy eyes, "you're lying in the apartment and eating or sleeping, Lin Zhuzhu."

Zhang Baobao was quietly eating the small biscuits, and after hearing this, he spat out the biscuit crumbs, clutching his stomach and laughing loudly.

Lin Weiwei propped himself up and sat up, lifted Ji Mingyou with the other foot, and threatened angrily: "Although I was injured, I still have the ability. I think you broke the bag."

The older ones nicknamed each other, and the younger ones yelled at random. Lin Weiwei really couldn't laugh or cry.

Ji Mingyou dodged and grabbed her calf, which seemed unfamiliar.

"It seems that he has almost recovered, and he will be able to move around in a few days." Ji Mingyou narrowed his eyes, put Lin Weiwei's leg down and held it down, so that he could not move, and said in a low voice.

Lin Weiwei didn't dare to move more, and he didn't panic when he was caught. He accused without showing any weakness: "Ji Mingyou, do you want to exploit me? You started planning before I recovered."

Ji Mingyou really has a black heart, but it's incredible that he can make desserts that linger on his lips and teeth.

Ji Mingyou raised his eyebrows, his eyes slightly bent, and said with a chuckle, "I didn't mean to, but you thought of me for me. It seems that you still take care of the shop."

Lin Weiwei shook his head in fear, grabbed the blanket and said, "No, if Xia Xiaoyou was here, you would definitely restrain yourself."

"Boss Xia didn't take care of you. You can't do it alone at home." Hearing that, Ji Mingyou frowned. Lin Weiwei's feet still couldn't touch the ground.

Lin Weiwei denied it indifferently, took a sip of tea, and said confidently: "I'm fine, as you said, I don't move around."

"Xia Xiaoyou is still busy taking care of the bar. It would be great if she could take care of me. I am very grateful to her." Lin Weiwei explained sincerely that Xia Xiaoyou took care of her after her waist injury, which troubled her too much.

Zhang Baobao's eyes lit up, and he raised his little finger and said, "You can take care of my uncle, and there are desserts to eat."

"That can't be done. Ji Mingyou has to take care of the store, and it's hard for one person to run around." Lin Weiwei was a hundred thousand unwilling. When she fantasized about being looked after by Ji Mingyou, she felt uncomfortable all over and couldn't help but want to escape.

Zhang Baobao didn't take it seriously, waved his hands, and said in a low voice: "My uncle can do it, he is good at planning, and he is very lazy."

Leave the unimportant things to the subordinates, and the uncle's top priority is the most important.

"Baobao, eat your biscuits quickly." Ji Mingyou glanced coldly, threw the bag of biscuits over, and stopped his words hastily.

Lin Weiwei looked at the two blankly, patted the table suspiciously, and urged: "Don't stop, you are all hiding a little secret, right?"

Zhang Baobao knew he had said something wrong, so he stared at Ji Mingyou in surprise, and after being warned, he ate the biscuit with gusto.

It turned out that my uncle hadn't confessed yet, so he couldn't reveal the secret.

Lin Weiwei's curiosity was aroused, and he tried his best to ask, "Is it an interesting story about Ji Mingyou?"

If she knew, wouldn't she be able to use it to make fun of Ji Mingyou?
Ji Mingyou chuckled, seeing through her little thoughts, and smiled without saying a word.

Lin Weiwei didn't make fun of himself, ate cakes and watched TV, poked Ji Mingyou and said, "You know the prisoner was arrested, right? He said it was a whim, but he was targeting me."

Early in the morning, Xia Xiaoyou lifted Lin Weiwei out of bed and let her watch the news.

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Lin Weiwei's body was full of motivation, and he jumped to the desk with one foot to get the newspaper, and said excitedly: "It said that the dead woman was killed because she turned suddenly and the car couldn't avoid it. The prisoner It's me who wants to hurt you."

Lin Weiwei held the newspaper in his hand, with a determined expression on his face, wishing to find out the truth quickly.

Ji Mingyou felt a dull pain in his heart, hugged her back to the sofa, wrapped her hands tightly with his hands, and comforted her in a gentle voice: "The court is about to start, I will send someone there, don't worry about it."

These pains were caused by him. Lin Weiwei has experienced disasters, so it is not surprising that he thought about it while recovering from his injuries.

"Forget it, the prisoner was caught, it's a coincidence, maybe I was thinking too much." Lin Weiwei gulped down the dessert dully, and passed the time without saying a word.

So what if she knew it in her heart, there was still no evidence, and what she said was just speculation.

Ji Mingyou rubbed her head, with gentle eyes and a faint smile on his face, he comforted him: "There are not many coincidences in the world, maybe it came for me. After you recover from your injuries, I will go and check with you. .”

Zhang Baobao also bluffed after hearing this, leaned over and said, "Baobao believes in my aunt, save me from the sea of ​​suffering first."

The new coach is too rigid. After a comparison, my aunt is the best.

Lin Weiwei turned sadness into joy, and the depression in his heart was swept away, and he raised his legs excitedly and said: "No problem."

"After recovering from the injury, I will teach the private class to learn Taekwondo again, and help out in the store at other times..." Lin Weiwei was like a balloon full of air, counting on his fingers happily, and said in a daze, "cooperate with you all! I have planned it."

Her time was divided up to nothing, it's abominable.

Zhang Baobao covered his mouth and laughed out loud, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Who makes aunt too popular, you have to make a decision."

Lin Weiwei gritted his teeth angrily, pinched his waist, and said fiercely, "You two."

What kind of visit is obviously urging her to go to work and deliberately teasing her.

The corners of Ji Mingyou's mouth were raised slightly, his laughter was deep and magnetic, like the sound of clear springs and flowing water in a deep valley, he leaned lazily on the back of his chair and said, "Coach Lin, don't forget to be straightforward when you agreed."

Lin Weiwei stood up against the table, swallowed the cake in his mouth, and said aggrievedly: "I didn't agree to Baobao's proposal to let you take care of me. Otherwise, after my foot injury heals, I guess my mentality will also collapse."

Lin Weiwei was emotional, and accidentally touched his ankle to the corner of the table, screamed in pain, and lay back laughing.

Lin Weiwei grinned in pain, put his little foot on Ji Mingyou's leg, kicked it lightly, and said arrogantly: "Ji Mingyou, press it down for me."

Let Ji Mingyou stimulate her, and she touched her ankle again, so she can't let go of the opportunity, and must use Ji Mingyou well next time.

Lin Weiwei secretly rejoiced, hugging the pillow and waiting quietly, planning to enjoy it.

Zhang Baobao was eating well, sat lazily, and hummed: "Uncle won't be so obedient."

Ji Mingyou snorted. He didn't want to, but when he looked down and saw that his ankle was still swollen, his eyes were distressed.

Ji Mingyou's slender fingers didn't dare to use force, checked Fan's injury, and turned slightly: "It shouldn't be very painful, but fortunately it's not very serious."

Lin Weiwei could clearly feel the touch on his feet, coolly stroked the red and swollen areas, and arched his legs unnaturally.

"Does it hurt?" Ji Mingyou took out the sprain ointment, touched it on the ankle, pressed the palm of his hand and rubbed it gently, and asked softly, "Is this strength enough?"