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

Lin Weiwei's face was slightly red, and he wanted to withdraw his little foot but was pinched and unable to move. The ointment was easier to absorb after massaging, and the ankle no longer hurt.

Zhang Baobao was particularly surprised. He didn't care about grabbing food and just picked up his mobile phone, ready to take pictures to commemorate.

"Baobao, what are you doing?" Ji Mingyou's eyes were sharp, he moved his palms away, and wiped his hands with a tissue first.

Zhang Baobao weakly put down his raised hand, hurriedly put the mobile phone into the small schoolbag, and argued, "I didn't do anything."

Lin Weiwei was stunned, looking at the unabsorbed ointment on her ankle, and thought to herself: Ji Mingyou applied the ointment to her willingly, he must be dreaming.

"It's best not to go back later." Ji Mingyou warned, and was about to get up to wash his hands. Seeing that the little feet on his legs still didn't move, he said in a deep voice, "It's been wiped off, let's move around later."

Lin Weiwei nodded obediently, looked directly at Ji Mingyou's starry eyes, and tightened the pillow in his hand.

Ji Mingyou is quite gentle, and his technique is also good. Lin Weiwei commented in his heart, and couldn't help asking: "I can't see that you can massage and knead. You are quite skilled in the technique, and have you sprained your feet before?"

Zhang Baobao paused, signaled with his eyes not to ask anymore, and looked at the two worriedly.

Ji Mingyou's face was stern, his hands were clenched tightly, his brows were furrowed, and he said in a low voice, "It's my sister. When she was a child, she walked, skipped, and didn't pay attention. She sprained her ankle once or twice. I learned it after taking care of her." .”

Ji Mingyou doesn't mention the past, let alone tell others. Once he thinks about it, he feels pain in his bone marrow, which is an indelible scar in his life.

But after Lin Weiwei mentioned it, he didn't feel so disgusted, maybe she was different.

Lin Weiwei listened carefully, and had a good impression of the younger sister Ji Mingyou was talking about. Looking forward to being ignited, he said with a smile: "Then she must be very lucky to have a brother like you, and I really want to meet her."

Aunt, you can't ask any more questions, why doesn't Baobao's eyes remind you?

Zhang Baobao hurriedly waved his hands, sat next to the two of them, picked up the cup cake and said deliberately: "It's my favorite chocolate flavor, it's delicious."

"Then hurry up and eat." Lin Weiwei replied perfunctorily, and then set his eyes on Ji Mingyou with deep curiosity.

"I think so too." Ji Mingyou said slowly from his thin lips, his deep voice was mixed with a little bit of bitterness, guilt flashed across his eyes.

"Actually, I think Baobao is right. I want to eat something quickly." Lin Weiwei was stunned. She stepped on someone else's pain spot precisely. After waiting for Ji Mingyou for a long time without saying a word, she then changed the subject.

She understood Baobao's small eyes, it was not to warn her of snatching food, but to shut herself up.

Lin Weiwei bit her cherry lips and pressed her little finger uneasily. She understood the pain of family separation, and she could empathize with it.

She didn't know what happened to Ji Mingyou, but the pain in her eyes couldn't be hidden.

Lin Weiwei stuffed a large piece of cake into his mouth, regretting that he had mentioned something he shouldn't have said, wishing he could shut his mouth.

Ji Mingyou was restless, knowing that he shouldn't pass on bad emotions to others, his nose was filled with a strong smell of medicine, he broke the dull atmosphere and said, "I want to wash my hands."

I thought it would be possible, but he still couldn't tell.

"Over here." After listening, Lin Weiwei immediately stretched out his right hand and pointed to the side. He choked on speaking too quickly, and picked up a water glass to drink water, pretending to be calm.

Ji Mingyou's figure disappeared after turning the corner. Lin Weiwei patted his chest vigorously, coughed lightly, and said with relief: "I almost choked to death, but luckily we got through the difficulty."

"Aunt, don't mention this matter in the future, it's my uncle's heart." Zhang Baobao lowered his head, poked the soft cake with a fork, and quietly reminded.

It is better for my aunt not to mention the past events that no one in the family can casually mention.

Lin Weiwei nodded solemnly, bit his fork, and said in a low voice, "I didn't know that I brought up this topic."

She regretted it to death, and hesitated whether to comfort Ji Mingyou next time.

Zhang Baobao wrinkled his small face, propped his face in depression with his hands, and said in a tangled way: "I don't know too well, anyway, uncle has been blaming himself, if he doesn't mention it, forget it, just pay attention in the future."

"Auntie, don't think too much, uncle won't blame you." Zhang Baobao sighed softly, and comforted him intimately.

Lin Weiwei looked at the door of the bathroom from time to time, his eyes were confused, and he kept eating desserts.

Ji Mingyou straightened his shirt and came out, his dark eyes flashed brightly, he pondered for a moment and said: "It's all the past, I'm used to it."

Is he really used to it?
Impossible, Lin Weiwei knew that he was comforting himself, years of scars were uncovered together with flesh and blood, the pain might be unimaginable.

Lin Weiwei ate the dessert, but his heart was still stuffy, as if being pinched by invisible hands.

"Sorry, I said it casually." Lin Weiwei poked the cake and said softly.

Ji Mingyou patted her on the shoulder, chuckled, and comforted him gently: "Those who don't know are innocent, I won't take it to heart, and I have learned to accept this for a long time."

The last words were squeezed out of his throat in a low voice, with a touch of sadness.

Lin Weiwei raised his head, and couldn't help but want to keep him from being sad. He reached out and grabbed Ji Mingyou's sleeve, his eyes were as clear as spring water.

She wanted to comfort Ji Mingyou next time, even if it had a little effect.

Ji Mingyou couldn't help taking a step back, turning around reflexively, and found that the two were very close, and he could touch Lin Weiwei's cheek as soon as he lowered his head.

Lin Weiwei's mind went blank, his little face was burning hot, and the heart-warming words disappeared as if melted.

Zhang Baobao was stunned in surprise, hid behind the sofa, quickly covered his eyes with a small schoolbag, and said anxiously: "I can't see anything, and I don't say anything, Baobao is an invisible person."

He is still a child, uncle and the others should take care of him.

"That, actually me." Lin Weiwei froze, struggling to maintain his figure with one foot, hesitating to explain.

Ji Mingyou watched her sway, supported Lin Weiwei's slender waist worriedly, and waited calmly.

It was nothing more than the past that was brought up, Ji Mingyou knew it clearly, but he still couldn't open his mouth.

"Dingling" The ringtone of the mobile phone interrupted the embarrassment of the two of them. Lin Weiwei took the opportunity to withdraw his hand, moved to the table, glanced at the beeping mobile phone and said, "It seems to be yours."

Ji Mingyou withdrew his hand, picked up the mobile phone on the sofa, his eyes were indifferent, and after picking it up: "Sister, do you want the bag to go home?"

"That's right, Baobao said he was going to visit Weiwei, let him go first, and I'll come again next time." Ji Xiaoqing's melodious voice came out, very excited.

Lin Weiwei opened his mouth wide in astonishment and covered his head, feeling very depressed.

If sister Xiaoqing knew what happened today, she might not let her go easily.

Ji Mingyou cleared his throat, his eyes were cold, he picked up the hidden bag, and said in a low voice: "Lin Weiwei has roommates to take care of him, and I will also take care of my employees in the future. You don't have to worry too much, I will take care of you now Go back with your bag."

If he allowed Ji Xiaoqing to act foolishly, he might come up with some tricks.