Love you to the bone: Young Master Lu, don't mess around

Enduring the pain, she bit her lip and said her name, "Li Yang."

He stared down at her fixedly, and said indifferently, "The name is not bad, but it's a pity."

She knew his pity. What he wanted to say next, he actually wanted to say, it's a pity, but it was going to be sold. He really didn't have any appetite or interest for such a dirty thing.

He still looked at her with a cold tone, "I don't want the person, and you don't have to return the money, you can get out at ease."

She didn't expect that he would let her go like this, with a slightly surprised expression on his face.

He was very close to her, and the water from the tips of his hair dripped onto her skin, creating a layer of coolness.

She felt the coldness of the water droplets, and came back to look at him carefully. She had a fair complexion, a straight nose and thin lips, vivid eyebrows, and the contours of his face were exquisite and handsome to the extreme.

It's just that pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, clear and cold, giants thousands of miles away.

She pursed her lower lip, and asked him carefully, her voice soft and waxy like cotton candy, "Do you want me to dry your hair for you?"

Noticing that the man didn't respond, she quickly said, "Forget I didn't say anything, I'll just get out."

However, at this moment, the man uttered a few simple words, "Blow dry before rolling."

Then he got away from her and sat on the edge of the bed.

She was a little surprised, but she didn't show it, "Then wait for me, I'll get the hair dryer."

His expression didn't change, and he was still indifferent. She got up and changed back into her clothes, went to the bathroom to get the hair dryer, and plugged it into the plug on the bedside table next to him.

She adjusted the windshield carefully, and tried to fit it on the back of her hand. After a while, she finally seemed to have mastered the temperature. She knelt on the bed beside him and dried his hair.

His hair was black and dense. She had blown it for a long time, but it was still not dry. Holding the hair dryer, her hands were numb, but she still patiently dried his hair little by little.

"Okay, it's over."

She was about to turn off the hair dryer, but a force grabbed her wrist suddenly, and the hair dryer slipped from her hand and fell on the floor without making a sound.

She blinked, completely unresponsive to what had happened.

In the next second, the wrist was pulled again.

She fell into his arms.

pain.

A piercing pain came from her wrist, she frowned and raised her head from his arms.His eyes caught off guard and met his ice-cold eyes.

He looked at her, his thin lips moved slightly, and his voice was cold and cold, "Kiss me."

The hair dryer was still whistling on the carpet, making a whimper-like sound.

Her slender eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, what did he just say, kiss him?

She knew, she heard right.

But when he said this, his expression was extremely gloomy, and his voice was icy and cold, which made her feel...

Scared.

But no matter how scared she was, she could only do it.

She raised her head, raised her body slightly, and planted a kiss on his lips.

He embraced her, and with a little force forward, he completely brought her body into his arms.

She was startled, opened her eyes wide suddenly, and opened her mouth to say something, but gave him a chance to sneak in.

With her eyes open, she tasted the faint aroma of wine and the mint flavor of toothpaste.

Seeing the expression on his face, it was soft and intoxicated.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

There was a deep loathing in the cold peach blossom eyes.

Looking at her is like looking at a mouse in a stinky gutter.

When she was terrified, her body was thrown away heavily by a strong force, and she slammed into the corner of the bedside table fiercely. Her internal organs were almost ruptured, and she curled up into a ball in pain.

The wind from the hair dryer messed up her hair, her eyes were red and filled with tears, she looked pitiful.

His icy voice fell down, "Put away your tricks, it's useless to me, get out!"

Enduring the pain, she worked hard for a while before getting up from the ground.
All the bones in her body seemed to be broken, and she was suffocating in pain.

She bit her lower lip tightly, supported her waist, and walked out of the room step by step with difficulty.

From beginning to end, there was no sound.

She walked very slowly for a long time before she walked out of the room.

"Thinking about it now, it's quite a loss."

Lu Chimo's voice brought her back from her memories, she smiled, "It hurt so much when you threw me, I thought you hated me."

Lu Chimo raised his eyebrows, "If I really hated you, I would order the most expensive wine every day, idiot."

Li Yang understood, "Oh, what are you talking about for entertainment, so you are here to help me."

Lu Chimo asked, "Otherwise, you think I'm full."

Li Yang stuck out his tongue, "But you don't give me a good face every time you come here, okay? Young Master Lu."

Yes, at that time, his heart was contradictory.

He was inexplicably attracted to this woman, and he was ashamed of this feeling, especially after learning that she had a son and was still drinking with her in a nightclub, he forced himself to leave France, forcing himself to forget about such a woman.

It wasn't until we met a few years later that he realized that his love was deeply rooted, and he had never forgotten her. This time, he didn't want to care about anything else, he just wanted to be with her.

Lu Chimo turned around and looked down at her, "Didn't you want to tie a tie for me? It's all crumpled by you and hasn't been tied yet."

Li Yang took a look, and sure enough the tie was crumpled by her, "I'll change it right away."

Li Yang picked another tie and returned to Lu Chimo's side.

Lu Chimo is tall, Li Yang struggled to stand on tiptoe, and tied Lu Chimo's tie carefully. After all, it has been five years, her skills are relatively rusty, and her toes are slightly numb, and she hasn't fixed it yet.

Right here, a pair of hands grasped Li Yang's hand, leading her to tie her tie step by step.

The last step was completed, and Lu Chimo finally let go of her hand.

She tightened his bow tie, frowning slightly dissatisfied, "Well, it's not very good."

Then I asked him, "Do you want to do it all over again?"

Lu Chimo said lightly, "No need, this is fine."

"Ah?" Li Yang raised his face and asked in disbelief, "Is it really good? I don't think it looks very good."

In the past, if she didn't tie it a little bit to his liking, the mark between his brows could kill a fly.

"real."

"Then let's just make do with it today, and I will learn from it in the future, and I will definitely tie your tie beautifully."

"Li Yang, I want to ask you a question."

Li Yang adjusted his tie, "Well, you can ask."

His voice was very light, and he sounded a little careless, "Little thing, whose child is it?"

But Li Yang's hand froze.