Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

Rong Xianyi regained his breath, dodged his palms left and right, just not to be caught by Lin Shuyang, and slightly opened his thin lips and whispered: "What a beautiful idea."

Lin Shuyang made a move, his eyes were shining, he stared at the reddish thin lips of the person under him and smiled evilly, "If you hide again, do you believe I will kiss you?"

"Do not believe."

"Okay, then let's try to see - ah!" Before he could finish the last word, Lin Shuyang was knocked over by Rong Xianyi and fell to the ground. He covered his painful ribs and gritted his teeth and said: "Rong Xianyi, you are cruel."

Rong Xianyi sat up from the sofa, straightened his messy shirt, half-crouched in front of Lin Shuyang, half-smiling, "Well, I just have a problem that I need you to help me solve. After it's done, I will definitely How about giving it back to you?"

"No matter what, do you think I will still believe you?"

Rong Xianyi said matter-of-factly: "Yes."

"Are you taking me for a fool?" Lin Shuyang got up and glared at Rong Xianyi, "I tell you, I won't be fooled again no matter what you say this time!"

Rong Xianyi stood up, walked over and picked up the wooden box next to the wardrobe, "It doesn't matter, take your things and go back and think about it carefully. Come to me when you have figured it out."

Lin Shuyang snatched the wooden box angrily, "You can rest assured, I will never come back to find you!"

"By the way, Chen Ziqian said that he still owes you an explanation, but he will be busy recently. He will come to find you in a few days. Your injury is not healed, so don't think about running around."

Lin Shuyang paused and listened to Rong Xianyi's words before slamming the door and leaving.

After returning to the room, he lay on the bed feeling angry no matter what he thought about, and his ribs were still aching.

As he thought about it, he thought of something that could alleviate his anger a little.

Lianyi said that Rong Xianyi's mysophobia was very serious, but just now he deliberately threw the blanket on the ground, shook it casually and threw it to Rong Xianyi. Although there was not much dust on it, a person with severe mysophobia would definitely not It will be covered directly on the body like Rong Xianyi.

Therefore, he speculated that Rong Xianyi did not have the so-called mysophobia at all. As for why he always wore gloves, there might be another reason.

......

One night two days later, Lin Shuyang found a piece of black cloth to cover his face, then quietly climbed up to the window of Rong Xianyi's room on the third floor, opened the window with a wire and climbed into the room, and then tiptoed to Rong Xianyi's room. Xianyi stood beside the bed.

The light was dim, and he could only see the slight bulge of the quilt on the bed and the general position of the pillow.

He raised the handkerchief soaked in anesthetic in his hand and raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, Rong Xianyi, you forced me to do this.

As a result, just when he was about to take action, the lights in the room suddenly came on.

Rong Xianyi stood next to the closet, holding the cord that controlled the light in his hand. He looked at Lin Shuyang with a relaxed attitude, "Lin Shuyang, what are you planning to do with the handkerchief?"

Lin Shuyang pulled off the black cloth from his face and stuffed it into his pocket, thinking that everything on TV was indeed a lie, and just covering his face was useless!

The moment he turned his head, he grinned, raised the handkerchief in his hand, and said, "I'm not worried that you didn't wash your face clean at night, so I came here to wipe your face! Haha~~"

Such a poor reason.

Rong Xianyi sneered: "Do you think I can believe it?"

Lin Shu raised his head and said, "Yes."

Rong Xianyi hooked his fingers, a dangerous message flashing in his eyes, "Then come here."

Lin Shuyang's hand shook and the handkerchief fell to the ground. "Oh, I'll wash it and come back. Wait for me."

As he spoke, he picked up his handkerchief, opened the door and ran out.

As for coming back after washing? That's impossible.

Rong Xianyi locked the doors and windows, turned off the lights, and lay down directly. He didn't think Lin Shuyang had the guts to come back again.

Early the next morning, Lin Shuyang was waiting at the entrance of the stairs early. When he saw Rong Xianyi coming downstairs, he bent over, holding on to the handrail on the stairs with one hand, and wailed, "Hey, it hurts!"

When he raised his eyes, he saw Rong Xianyi coming over and waved quickly: "Young Master Rong, come and help me, I can't stand anymore."

Rong Xianyi raised his eyebrows and said nothing. He walked to him and stretched out his arm.

Lin Shuyang immediately climbed onto Rong Xianyi's arm, looking like he was struggling, "Thank you, Mr. Rong."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly grabbed the rope with Mo Yuhuan tied around Rong Xianyi's neck, and pulled hard.

Not broken.

No matter how hard he tried, it still didn't break.

On the other hand, Rong Xianyi had a red mark on his neck.

Raising his eyes, he met Han Tan who was suppressing his anger. He quickly let go of his hand, took two steps back, and solemnly apologized: "I'm sorry, my hand cramped accidentally just now."

Rong Xianyi had a straight face, stuffed the Mo Yuhuan he pulled out into his collar, turned around and went downstairs.

Du Qing, who was downstairs, saw him standing on the corridor and shouted: "Mr. Lin, come down for breakfast soon. Miss Liu specially brought plum blossom cakes to the young master today. Come and try it too!"

When Du Qing spoke, his tone was full of joy and his voice was loud, as if he was afraid that no one would be able to hear the words "Miss Liu specially gave the young master a plum blossom cake."

Lin Shuyang raised his eyebrows, "Okay, Uncle Du, I'll be here right away."

At the dining table, Rong Xianyi sat expressionless, and next to him sat a sweet-looking woman. She was dressed in a similar style to Chen Zixin. She had permed European-style palace curly hair and liked to wear pink clothes.

She was sitting in her seat, but her eyes were glued to Rong Xianyi, and she kept talking. Her face was full of expressions, and she seemed to have an unusually lively character.

But Rong Xianyi didn't even open his mouth stingily, only nodding lightly or saying "hmm" from time to time.

Chang Yu on the other side suddenly stood up and walked outside without saying a word.

Lin Shuyang stood at the door and watched all this. When he saw Chang Yu coming over, he rolled his eyes, stretched out his arm and put it on Chang Yu's shoulders. As he walked, he said: "Brother Chang Yu, I think your face is not very good. Maybe It’s caused by staying up late, I’ll give you some medicine to take!”

Chang Yu pushed his arm away and said coldly: "No need."

"No, my medical skills are very good, you trust me." Lin Shuyang followed Chang Yu all the way, turned on Tang Monk mode, and kept talking.

In the cold winter morning, people shivered, and the breath they exhaled was shapeless. Lin Shuyang tightened his collar, "It's such a cold day, why are you here in the backyard pavilion if you don't have a bowl of hot porridge inside?" !”

Chang Yu leaned on a pillar with his eyes closed. Originally, he didn't want to talk to Lin Shuyang, but the other party kept nagging in his ear, and finally annoyed him. He opened his eyes and stared at Lin Shuyang, "What do you want? What are you doing!"