Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"If you don't come to pick me up, I have to pick you up."

"My things are still confiscated." One day can be delayed.

Jiang Xiaolin put his right hand in a plaster and hung it around his neck. He told the driver behind him: "Go to Fuxing Peninsula first."

Tang thought: "..."

He couldn't escape, he had to be a cow and a horse for him.

"Mr Tang."

There are acquaintances at the door of the company. Two girls came here. One is the front desk and the other is foreign trade. The front desk is a enthusiastic and innocent girl. When passing by, she has big curious eyes: "This is?"

Tang thought for a moment: "Creditor."

When the girl at the front desk heard this, she immediately asked enthusiastically: "Mr Tang, do you need me to call the police for you?"

"..."

The heart is good, but people are not very smart.

The foreign trade girl couldn't see it: "Goodbye, Mr. Tang." She dragged the person away.

The two walked away.

Front desk: "Why are you pulling me?"

Foreign trade: "Why are you so insightful, don't you recognize that one?"

The front desk did not recognize: "Who is he?" A few days after she first came to the company, the people in her company hadn't recognized it.

Foreign trade: "Does the Jiang family know?"

The look at the front desk: "The Jiang family engaged in medical treatment?"

Foreign trade nodded: "That person was the eldest son of the Jiang family just now."

The front desk was taken aback and thought it was unbelievable: "Did he give us President Tang a loan? He actually came to ask for the debt himself."

Foreign trade is a veteran of the arena: "Let’s find out about love debt."

Front desk: Got it, they have a leg!

The two with one leg first went to Fuxing Peninsula where Tang wanted to live, took the luggage, and then went to Huafu Garden where Jiang Xiaolin lived.

After entering the house, Tang wanted to put down his suitcase: "What do you want me to do for you after I live in?"

Jiang Xiaolin answered the wrong question: "The room is upstairs, the first one on the left."

Tang wanted to put the suitcase on, then changed to his home clothes and came down: "What's for dinner?"

Jiang Xiaolin didn't change his clothes either. He sat on the sofa and didn't know if she was waiting for her: "I ordered a meal."

"Don't need me to cook?" Didn't she come to be a free nanny?

Jiang Xiaolin drew his tie and threw it on the sofa: "There is nothing in the kitchen."

"Then why are you calling me?"

He raised one leg, pressed it on the sofa, stood on one foot, leaned forward, dangled one hand, and lay half prone on the back of the sofa: "After confession, turn someone into the house, you think I want What are you doing?"

Tang didn't want to answer this question that couldn't be talked on. It happened that the doorbell rang, and it was the food delivery person.

Jiang Xiaolin unpacked the package with one hand: "The tableware is in the cabinet under the kitchen."

Don wanted to get the tableware.

He didn't know if it was true or fake. There should be no soup in the rice, so she didn't let her put the vegetables in his bowl. He took a spoon of rice with a spoon and stretched out his hand: "Help me pick the vegetables."

Your ancestors!

Tang wanted to change a pair of chopsticks, and put a chopstick fish on his spoon.

He ate the meal gracefully, chewed slowly, scooped another spoon, and passed it over to let her pick the dishes: "Don't be so troublesome, I don't mind using your chopsticks."

"I mind." Tang wanted to change a pair of chopsticks for him.

Although there is no chopsticks together, it does not affect Jiang Xiaolin's good mood: "It's up to you."

After dinner, Don wanted to wash the dishes.

Jiang Xiaolin also entered the kitchen: "Tang thinks."

"What are you doing?" Tang wanted to squat, looking through the dishwashing gloves in the cabinet. The kitchen on his side seemed to have never been turned on.

He stretched his hand over: "Help me unbutton."

He injured his right hand and couldn't undo the button on his left sleeve.

Tang wanted to unlock it for him.

He didn't leave yet: "Won't I take off my shirt?"

Tang wanted to remind him: "Your other hand is not broken."

Fine.

He went back to the cloakroom and took off himself. The flowerpot didn't have eyesight, so why didn't he smash his left hand at the same time.

Tang Xiang just finished washing the dishes.

Jiang Xiaolin shouted in the bathroom again: "Tang thinks."

After he confessed, this guy has liberated his nature, he has stopped torturing her, he has changed her.

Tang wanted to take a deep breath and endure, she went to the bathroom: "What are you doing again?"

Jiang Xiaolin stood in front of the mirror, the hair on his forehead wet: "Help me twist the towel."

Tang wanted to wring out the towel and hand it to him.

He didn't pick it up, lifted his clothes, and laughed wildly: "You help me wipe it."

The man is well-dressed in front of him, and he is the man who is dressed in beast after him!

Tang Xiang showed a professional smirk: "Should I help you maimed your left hand?"

He spread it out with one hand. The son of a good family, he didn't know where the rascal learned from: "Yes, but you have to take off my pants."

Tang wanted to throw the towel on his face.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Tang wanted to wash up, and came downstairs, wearing a long coat over the long-sleeved trousers: "Jiang Xiaolin, come here, let's make a three chapters."

Jiang Xiaolin put down the computer in his hand: "There are no other requirements. You have to live with me until my hands are healed."

The flowerpot incident can be the first time or there can be a second time. Luo Changfang is cruel, and there is nothing he can't do. He had to find such a reason and abducted her home to watch. There is also his selfishness.

"You have no other requirements, I have." Tang Xiang sat opposite, "I can be responsible for cleaning and cooking. I will help you with things that are not convenient for your hands, but there is a prerequisite. Things you can’t do with one hand, like the buttons on your left sleeve."

Among the things she can help, does not include **** and wiping.

Jiang Xiaolin was thinking.

Seeing that he didn't make a statement, Tang wanted to ask: "What about your opinion?"

He looked at her with a romantic and handsome look: "I was thinking, what is inconvenient for my hands to do, you can help me do it."

Tang Xiang returned his two words: "Shameless."

Shameless?

He froze for a few seconds, then blushed.

Tang thought: "..."

Well, she was shameless this time.

She looked away and stopped talking.

Jiang Xiaolin laughed enough, took the computer and stood up: "You don't have an office desk in your room. You can use my study room." He went back to the room for fear of her inconvenience.

Tang wanted to come in halfway through the study.

He said: "I'm looking for a book."

At that time Tang Xiang was standing in front of the window, the window was open, she was halfway through smoking with a cigarette in her hand: "Please."

He took the book and went out.

five minutes later--

Knocking, knocking, knocking, knocking again.

Tang Xiang just lit the second cigarette: "In."

He pushed the door in, "I want to add one more to the content of the three chapters."

"Add what?"

He posted a piece of paper on the door, and wrote two words with a pen on the paper-No smoking.

Tang thought: "..."

She was addicted to cigarettes. She joined the Luo family as soon as she graduated. Under great pressure, she became addicted to cigarettes.

"I saw an ashtray next to your computer desk, and thought you didn't mind smoking indoors." Obviously, Jiang Xiaolin also smokes.

He said, "I mind now."

Tang wanted to put the ashtray by the window back on the computer desk: "Then I will go out and smoke."

He took away the cigarette she was holding between her fingers and pressed it directly into the ashtray: "Smoking is not only bad for the lungs, but also bad for the stomach. Your stomach disease is already very serious."

Tang Xiang was funny: "You don't smoke too."

He wears off-white home clothes. Unlike usual suits and leather shoes, he is now a bit less formal and rigid, but his temperament seems to be softer. He said, "I can quit."

This sentence is very different. It is not the calm and graceful Jiang Jialin brother, nor the **** who makes things difficult for her, neither pretending nor playing, he is serious.

On the night before graduation, there was a break-up meal, which was organized with two professional classes, and a dozen tables were set up.

He and Tang didn't want to sit at the same table, they were far apart, one at the head and one at the end.

Roommate Guan Pei noticed that he was restless, and asked him in a low voice: "Don't confess?"

He didn't say a word.

Guan Pei is a little literary young man, sighing with emotion: "It's the last meal, and after graduation, I will go away for things, and I don't know when it will be when I see you again."

"She doesn't like me." He said, drinking half a glass of wine.

Guan Pei laughed: "At least let her know that you like her for several years."

He is very proud, because he is the grandson of Jiang's family, and he has been taught since he was a child how to be quiet, how not to show emotions, no matter how turbulent his heart is, he refuses to admit: "It hasn't been for several years."

Guan Pei directly exposed: "The broken computer in your cabinet has been left for four years."

"..."

Jiang Xiaolin, twenty-two years old, hasn't cultivated to perfection yet, after all, his ears are red.

Tang wanted to make a toast. There was a book on her desk. It was a graduation gift from her friend. He walked over, pretending to be drunk, sat down, and caught the envelope that had been in his pocket all day. In that book.

That was the first time he had thought about it and wanted to confess to her.

After putting the letter, he returned to his seat. Tang Xiang's roommate Chen Xiaogui came back with a toast first. After that, Bai Yuqing, the monitor of their class, came and sat for a while.