Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

Judging from her performance over the past two days, it seems that she doesn't have too high requirements for the quality of the material environment.

"of course."

The rich young man who was born in Rome did not understand the importance of money to ordinary people.

Xue Jun recalled, "My mother died when I was very young. I still remember that the neighbors said that my mother's disease could be cured, but we had no money, so my mother had to be discharged from the hospital early and died of illness."

After my mother passed away, it was the landlord who helped with the funeral and sent her to an orphanage.

Her voice was calm, but Huo Dongcheng felt a sense of sadness. "I'm sorry."

He had investigated her background. The simple words on the document, "My biological mother died when I was six years old," gave a completely different feeling when heard from her mouth.

"It's okay. It's been a long time." Xue Jun pulled the corner of his mouth and tilted his head to look at him, "Don't you like money?"

Huo Dongcheng understood that what she meant was, if he didn't like money, why would he fight openly and secretly with Huo Junshan and Lin Jiamin?

"Money is just a number to me," Huo Dongcheng said. "It can be said that what we are fighting for is not money, but rights, the right to live comfortably."

Xue Jun nodded as if she understood, not quite. She recalled that after she pulled Huo Dongcheng into the hotel, he looked around and frowned slightly. Although he didn't say anything, it was obvious that this was the first time he lived in such a shabby and dirty little room. He had no choice but to endure it.

The two chatted idly, and the winter sky soon darkened.

After dinner, Xue Jun applied the ice pack and ointment again.

The swelling in my ankle seems to have subsided a lot.

There was a sound of water dripping in the bathroom.

Huo Dongcheng went to take a shower.

After a few days of being in a miserable state, he finally arrived at a safe and stable environment, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

Xue Jun reminded him of the injury on his shoulder, but Huo Dongcheng didn't care much about it. He took plastic wrap to wrap the wound and went to wash it.

Xue Jun couldn't help but think of the scene he saw last night.

Broad shoulders and chest, well-defined abdominal muscles, and the mermaid line extending down along the muscle texture and disappearing under the belt.

She shook her head, throwing the imagined scene out of her mind.

A message came from WeChat, and Xue Jun picked up the phone and took a look.

It was a message from Xia Chao, "Are you still with Huo Dongcheng? Are you safe?"

Xia Chao is her good friend who grew up with her in the orphanage.

Xue Jun quickly tapped the on-screen keyboard and replied, "Yes, it's safe. Don't worry."

"He didn't suspect anything?"

"No, try not to contact me these days."

"it is good."

After turning off his phone, Xue Jun rubbed his ankle as if nothing had happened.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and after a few seconds, the sound of water entering the washing machine began.

The whirring sound of a hair dryer could be heard.

It blew for a long time.

Xue Jun was a little puzzled. His hair was so short and there was heating in the room. Did he need to turn on the heater for so long?

A few minutes later, Huo Dongcheng came out.

When Xue Jun caught a glimpse of his figure, his breath paused.

His upper body was naked, with a bath towel wrapped around his lower body. Water droplets gathered at the ends of his hair, dripped onto his collarbone, and slowly flowed down along the undulations of his muscles, leaving a faint wet mark.

Meeting Xue Jun's gaze, Huo Dongcheng smiled at her and said, "Sorry, I don't have any other clothes, so this is the only way for now. I washed the clothes, and they should be dry overnight."

"It's okay, I understand." Xue Jun looked at his shoulder, "Do you want me to help you change the medicine?"

"Thank you for your help." Huo Dongcheng took the bag of medicine to the bed and sat down beside it.

Xue Jun unwrapped the plastic wrap and gauze one by one, revealing the wound with several stitches.

She gently wiped the wound and the surrounding area with alcohol cotton, then applied ointment and spread it evenly with a cotton swab.

Huo Dongcheng tilted his head to glance at her, only to see that she was lowering her head with a serious expression. The lines of her profile were smooth and graceful. She was probably only twenty years old, with chubby cheeks and some baby fat that had not yet faded. Her skin was white and delicate, with almost no pores visible.

After wrapping a few rounds of gauze around it, Xue Jun tied a bow. "It's done."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Xue Jun looked at his ankle, "I want to take a shower, too. Can you help me move a stool to the bathroom?"

Huo Dongcheng stood up, took a round stool and went to the bathroom. When he came out, he stretched out his uninjured arm to her and said, "I'll help you."

Xue Jun slowly moved to the bed, put one hand on his arm, landed on his good foot first, and hopped to the bathroom.

After sending her to the bathroom, Huo Dongcheng helped her put the toiletries on the bathroom wall shelf, then stepped out and closed the door.

Xue Jun took off his clothes slowly.

She only had this one pair of underwear. If she washed it, it should be easy to dry it on the radiator, but without drying it, she could only...

It was fine when I was alone the first two days, but now there is a man by my side.

But if she doesn't wash, she feels it's unhygienic.

I should have bought two more.

After thinking it over, Xue Jun decided to wash it.

After washing, you can use a hair dryer to dry it as quickly as possible, and it will be dry in about ten minutes.

Thinking of this, Xue Jun suddenly realized that Huo Dongcheng did not blow dry his hair when he came out just now. He probably blew his underwear.

After a simple shower, Xue Jun washed his underwear, blew it dry, and then simply blew his hair, put on his underwear, and wrapped himself in a bath towel.

Fortunately, the bath towel is long enough to cover from chest to knees.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. "Are you done washing?"

"……alright."

“Is it okay for me to go home?”

"Ah."

Huo Dongcheng pushed the door open and came in. He glanced over her smooth shoulders and extended his arm to her. "The ground is slippery, be careful."

"Well, your clothes are washed. Help me put my clothes in later." Xue Jun held his strong arms and slowly stood up.

"it is good."

When Xue Jun walked out of the bathroom, his toes slipped.

Huo Dongcheng was quick to grab her arm and lift her up. "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Xue Jun breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared me."

After helping Xue Jun back to bed, Huo Dongcheng went to the bathroom again. When he came out a few minutes later, the washing machine began to fill with water.

Xue Jun crawled into the bed and closed his eyes. The warmth of his big hand seemed to linger on his arm, hot and powerful.

When Huo Dongcheng hung up her clothes and came to the bed, he saw Xue Jun's eyes were closed, as if she was asleep.

He turned off the lights, lifted the quilt, lay down next to Xue Jun, and closed his eyes.

A faint fragrance drifted over mischievously, teasing the tip of his nose.

His mind recalled the moment when he held her, her arms were delicate and soft.

I have to say that the old man has a good eye and is very lucky in women.

Xue Jun turned over.

Somehow, she couldn't sleep tonight.

It was fine to sleep in two single beds last night, but today we slept together and Huo Dongcheng’s presence behind me was too strong.

The quiet night will quietly magnify all emotions.