Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Xiao Jun sat on a small cabinet next to him, closed his eyes and unbuttoned it. After a long time of fiddling, he managed to untie one piece. Then he dropped his arms to one side in frustration, and leaned back against the wall to rest.

He was already poor in self-care ability, but when he was drunk, he became a cripple, only his eyes could move.

So his eyes turned with the movement of the girl in front of him.

After Ruomu let go of him, he went to help him open the bathtub water inlet, and now he is helping him prepare things for bathing.

In terms of personal life, Xiao Jun really doesn't know how to take care of himself, even if he doesn't drink, these things have to be done by the servants at home.

If he travels far away, such as holding an art exhibition abroad some time ago, without a personal assistant and Uncle Wei, he doesn't even know how to stay in a hotel.

He often has a feeling of being out of touch with society, and he can't catch up even if he tries his best. There are checkpoints everywhere, so he likes to stay at home, because home is the safest and most comfortable.

It was in order to be with Xiaojiu like a normal person that he forced himself to go out, get in touch with people, and overcome all kinds of fears.

He almost succeeded, but was suddenly beaten back to his original shape by Xiao Jiu.

Xiao Jiu doesn't like him at all, no matter how he changes...

Xiao Jun pulled back his thoughts, returned to the bathroom, and continued to look at the girl beside him.

At this time, there was only the slight sound of Ruomu preparing daily necessities for him in the room.

She has quick hands and feet, and it can be seen that she is not as clumsy as she was when she first came.

In fact, she is not stupid. She will remember what I told her once, and after she is proficient, she will never make mistakes again.

Xiao Jun once again firmly decided to keep Ruomu, because after driving away Uncle Wei, he needed such a person by his side.

After Ruomu put all the things where he could reach for a while, he bent down and exposed a section of his arm, and tried the water temperature with the inside of his forearm.

"The water is ready, you can wash it." After she finished speaking, she turned to look at him.

And at this time, Xiao Jun didn't even take off his shirt.

Ruomu smiled and came directly to him, "I'll do it."

After speaking, she began to unbutton him.

She only did it the second time, but she is very skilled.

And didn't even ask him.

Xiao Jun grabbed her hand, and wanted to say that I could do it myself, but thinking of myself fainting in the vineyard two days ago, and because of drinking something that Uncle Wei had tampered with, my lower body couldn't stop.

It was this girl who helped him undress and wipe his body.

It was worse that day than it is now.

Well, let her come.

He continued to sit, and Ruomu stood in front of him, helping him unbutton one by one.

The distance between the two was so close that he seemed to be able to hear Ruomu's heartbeat and feel her warm breath.

She never looked up, but through her fluttering eyelashes and her tight lips, Xiao Jun knew that she was also nervous, but she was just pretending to be calm.

What is she afraid of?

Afraid that he would use the strength of alcohol to get his head dirty and break her body, turning her into a money loser?

As soon as this idea came out, Xiao Jun almost relied on the instinct of a man to imagine some strange scenes in his head, and many indescribable things also appeared.

In the inner world that no one knows, he is his own general, controlling thousands of troops, holding a long sword, and fighting a thousand with one.

In his military tent, there is a woman with tears in her eyes looking forward to his return. She has a pair of gentle hands, a pair of passionate eyes, and a graceful body that fascinates him.

When he came back from victory, the brothers who were born and died together lit a bonfire in the snow and drank heartily, but he returned to the tent early and embraced his woman in his arms with endless love and lingering love.

Then she would warm a jug of wine for him and whisper in his ear, and he would wrap his fox-fur cloak around her smooth white shoulders.

Xiao Jun's eyes fell on Ruomu's shoulders, he didn't see the fox fur cloak, but saw the frayed collar again.

"Have you no other clothes?"

Ruomu paused her hands, raised her eyes to look into his eyes, blushed embarrassingly, touched her neck with her hands, as if she wanted to cover it with her hair, but her hair was not long enough to cover her shabby dimples. collar.

She said in embarrassment: "I have washed both work clothes, and I only have this shirt..."

Xiao Jun's shirt had been completely unbuttoned by her, he stood up, his footsteps staggered, if Mu wanted to help him, he waved his hand.

"Wait here," he said, and he emphasized again, "Don't follow."

Ruomu obediently stood where he was.

Xiao Jun walked out of the bathroom. Although he was still very drunk, he rested for a while, so he wouldn't stumble when he walked.

Shaking his body, he came to the walk-in closet.

He walked through his own cloakroom to the innermost part, pressed the button on the wall, and an invisible door opened.

In front of you is a hostess's cloakroom, with all kinds of women's clothing and accessories hanging or neatly stacked in the surrounding cabinets.

Long skirts and short skirts, trousers and shorts, outerwear and underwear, dark and light colors, warm and light...

And handbags, and jewelry, and beautiful shoes...

Xiao Jun looked at everything in the room indifferently, Uncle Wei said that women like these things.

Chu Lingfeng also said that his wife Mu Ying thinks that there is nothing in the house without beautiful clothes, and a big room that can hold all her beautiful clothes.

The only woman he knew, his sister Han Lu, went shopping for clothes when he was in a bad mood...

So he prepared this cloakroom.

It's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to show her all this.

No one dancing happily around him, putting their arms around his neck and saying thank you for making this for me, I love it...  

He lived in his fantasy love story and did too many ridiculous things.

Xiao Jun walked into the cloakroom, brushed his fingers over each piece of clothing, and finally landed on a small high-necked sweater, grasping it in his hand, he liked the soft texture very much.

Then he staggered out of the cloakroom and returned to the bathroom.

Ruomu really stood there, not even moving a step.

He stuffed the clothes into the girl's hands.

"Wear this."

Ruomu nodded and said thank you, young master, I will help you undress first.

Then she put the sweater on the hanger and turned back to help him untie his belt.

"Change it now." Xiao Jun said.

Ruomu paused, let out a muffled "hmm", turned around and picked up the dress, and stood in front of him hesitantly.

Xiao Jun pressed his painful temple, "What are you doing in a daze."

She lowered her head and asked in a low voice, "Are you changing here?"

Xiao Jun frowned, "What do you think?"

She didn't dare to look at him, she took a step back silently, put her hands behind her back, untied the bow of the apron, took off the apron and put it aside, revealing the clothes inside the apron.

The lower body is a black half skirt, and the upper body is her shabby yellow floral shirt, with the hem of the shirt tucked into the skirt.

Probably because the waist is too thin, there is a black fishtail clip on one side of the skirt, which seems to help narrow the waistline of the skirt.

Xiao Jun obsessively observed the details of her body until she pulled the hem of the shirt out of the skirt and unbuttoned it one by one from top to bottom...