Reborn as a petite ex-uncle

Jiang Qiaoyue's face tightened.

Li Wenxin also frowned: "He has no name or distinction, what is it to live in our house?"

It was his son's request to call Jiang Qiaoyue over.

Her son was suicidal again, and she dared not refuse.

As an expedient measure, Zong Lu had to ask this woman to come over to persuade his son.

But she didn't expect her son to let her stay in the Zhao family.

Zhao Menglou glanced at Li Wenxin: "It's not that there is no name or distinction, we can get married right away!"

Li Wenxin's face darkened completely: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Jiang Qiaoyue also said: "Zhao Menglou, please stop making trouble? If you do this, I will go back to Tancheng even if I jump off the building a hundred times."

Zhao Menglou knew not to push too hard, so he just laughed:

"Just kidding. Okay, then live in Zhao's house in the name of my private nurse, okay?"

Turning around to look at Li Wenxin again, she shouted:

"Mom! Didn't the doctor just say that if I don't want to be hospitalized these few months, it's better to have someone at home to take care of my injury? I don't want anyone but her. "

Li Wenxin glared at Zhao Menglou.

But he didn't dare to provoke his son anymore, what if the ancestor ran to commit suicide again?

I thought that Jiang Qiaoyue had agreed to leave Jingzhou, so this matter should be over.

I didn't expect my son to come up with such a move.

Jiang Qiaoyue declined: "Fourth young master, I have a serious job, so I can't do nursing care."

"Nursing is not a particularly difficult task. Don't worry, I will compensate you if you can't work for the past few months." Zhao Menglou looked at Li Wenxin again:

"Mom, if Qiaoqiao doesn't stay to be my caretaker, I won't let anyone take care of her. You just let me fend for myself."

Li Wenxin gritted her teeth: "Okay, I don't care about you, it's okay."

Forget it, let her keep it while her son is recuperating.

Zhao Menglou seemed to have made arrangements long ago. With a wave of his hand, he ordered the steward: "Take Miss Jiang to the guest room."

She smiled at Jiang Qiaoyue again and said, "I have all the daily necessities, if you lack anything, I'll let someone buy it for you. If there's anything left in the Zong family, I'll ask the driver to fetch it for you."

Zhao Xige satisfied Zhao Menglou this time, so he pushed Jiang Qiaoyue outside and said, "Go, sister Qiaoqiao, I'll show you the room."

He turned around and cast a wink at Zonglu: "Brother Zonglu, go back and tell Sister Mimi to reassure her that with me here, no one in the Zhao family will bully Sister Qiaoqiao."

……

Jiang Qiaoyue drove the ducks to the shelves and stayed at Zhao's house.

It was late at night, she was familiar with the room, tidied up the daily necessities that Zhao Menglou had prepared for herself, and then sat by the bed, rubbing her temples.

I really don't know what medicine I took wrongly.

He actually agreed to stay in the Zhao family.

They should have returned to Tancheng by now.

Just then, the steward knocked on the door.

She went to open the door.

The steward outside the door is the one who went to the gate of Zong's house to catch Zhao Menglou back. He has a serious and serious expression. He has worked in Zhao's house for decades, so he is considered a part of it. First, he handed over a bank card:

"Miss Jiang, this is your first month's salary, all in the card. Please accept it."

Jiang Qiaoyue frowned, that kid really paid her salary, but she didn't feel shy, and took the card over: "Thanks."

"Miss Jiang, won't you take a look?"

"No." She stayed at Zhao's house to take care of him, not really to make money from him.

The manager didn't force himself, and gave her a stack of A4 papers that had just been printed out: "This is what the doctor told me. The four young masters need to pay attention to the injuries these days, the foods to avoid, and the exercises that can be done in daily life. Miss, take a good look."

Jiang Qiaoyue took it and flipped through it, only to hear the steward say again:

"Miss, have you cleaned up here? If it's all right, please invite Miss Jiang to the fourth young master's room."

Jiang Qiaoyue raised her head: "...What are you doing in his room?"

"...Miss Jiang is the caretaker of the fourth young master now, and you have to take care of many things. The fourth young master needs to take a bath before going to bed."

Jiang Qiaoyue was taken aback, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and go over first.

Entering Zhao Menglou's bedroom, she saw him leaning on the bed and beckoning to her:

"coming."

Jiang Qiaoyue: "If you want to take a bath, I'd better ask your maid to help you."

Seeing her restraint, Zhao Menglou smiled evilly: "Is there anything else on me that you haven't seen? I have a few moles on my buttocks, you probably know about them?"

Jiang Qiaoyue said impatiently, "You don't have a mole on your butt!"

As soon as the words came out, I realized that I shouldn't.

Sure enough, Zhao Menglou became more and more satisfied: "Hey, you even remember so clearly whether there is a mole on my buttocks, little sister, you still miss my body very much."

Jiang Qiaoyue: "..."

But he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

Get a basin of water from the bathroom.

The doctor said that he had better not get out of bed during this time, just scrub.

As soon as he came out, he saw that he had consciously taken off his shirt.

The young and strong body is tight and powerful, and the chest and abdominal muscles are well exercised, which makes people unable to resist stretching out their fingertips to flick.

His body doesn't match his face.

It was obviously a handsome and frivolous face, sword-shaped eyebrows slanted into the temples, and suave peach blossom eyes.

Too pretty for men, too pretty to be unnerving.

But with a hormonal, masculine body.

Holding the basin, she felt that the air in the whole bedroom was several degrees hot: "Zhao Menglou, what are you doing?"

"Don't you need to take off your clothes to wipe your body?"

Then you don't have to take it off so fast, okay?

This is so urgent.

Exhibitionist.

She was speechless, twisted the towel, and bent down to wipe it for him.

He squinted his peach blossom eyes halfway, with a look of enjoyment, and couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh:

"Huh~hmm~hmmmm~"

Jiang Qiaoyue was completely speechless: "...Zhao Menglou, can you stop making such ecstatic voices."

"Why, did you react?"

She resisted the urge to throw a towel on his head, and reacted ass!

When others passed by outside, they thought what she and him were doing!

After wiping his upper body perfunctorily, he saw that she was about to pour water, so he stopped, "I haven't finished wiping yet."

Jiang Qiaoyue knew what he meant, she only wiped his upper body and frowned: "It's alright."

Zhao Menglou insisted: "No, it's not clean. Every detail must be wiped down. I'm an injured person now, and I don't pay attention to hygiene, so I can easily get bed sores."

Jiang Qiaoyue glanced at the evil spirit in his eyes, snorted, and threw the towel on him: "Wipe yourself, your hand is not broken."

Zhao Menglou didn't refute. Holding the towel, he tried his best to lean forward so that she could see his strenuous effort, and then looked at her pitifully, his thick eyelashes flickering: "Pretty. I can't reach it."

Jiang Qiaoyue felt that he was playing tricks on her.

But for some reason, she just couldn't stand his acting like a baby.

That's it!

She is lustful, but there is nothing wrong with being lustful!

Food and sex, sex too!

She walked over, picked up the towel, and began to wipe his feet, calves, and thighs.

The air suddenly became tighter and hotter.

Because of the fracture, he changed into a pair of baggy board shorts.

The loose style can't hide the outline of the sleeping female dragon.

Her heart was beating fast, her movements slowed down, she turned her eyes to one side, did not look, and tried to avoid places she shouldn't touch.

He hung one leg, with his arms behind his waist, with his legs crossed, staring at her nervousness with a half-smile:

"As for it? It's not like I haven't seen it before. Do you want to say hello again?"