Contract and love, Mr. Lu's male god

Yang Leyong looked at himself in the mirror, wondering what he was thinking.

Being in the Lu family mansion made him feel a little dazed, he glanced at the bottom of the mirror, this was the second time he stepped into this bathroom.

But only now can he look at his surroundings with peace of mind, like a little rabbit who has confirmed the safety of the territory, looking around to inspect the surrounding environment.

He saw some railings in the bathroom.

These are all prepared for Lu Yuanqing, this scene is the same as the bathroom he stayed on the Lijing.

I can't stand on my feet, it's really hard.Could it really be cured?

Afraid of staying in the bathroom for too long, Yang Leyong wiped his body and prepared to go out.He took a set of nightgowns from the shelf, which Gao Song specially brought for him when he knew he was going to take a shower.

Yang Leyong pushed open the door and went out. He saw Gao Song and Lu Yuanqing both sitting on the sofa in the living room talking to the computer. Lu Yuanqing even put on a pair of glasses, which covered his sharp eyes. The eyes, on the contrary, give people a gentle feeling.

Soon, Yang Leyong was caught staring at Lu Yuanqing.

As soon as Lu Yuanqing's eyes swept away, Yang Leyong was like a bamboo rat waiting to be slaughtered by fate's neck, not daring to move.

Lu Yuanqing took off his glasses and asked, "Are you full today?"

"Eat...you're full."

"Come and sit down, let me tell you." Lu Yuanqing pointed to the chair in front of him for Yang Leyong to sit on.

Yang Leyong hurried over, and before sitting down, he tugged on his nightgown to prevent revealing the spring.

Lu Yuanqing ignored this and asked, "What did you notice at dinner today?"

With the serious face of the high school head teacher, it seemed that Yang Leyong didn't answer the correct answer, and the next second he was going to pick up the ruler and beat Yang Leyong to death.

Yang Leyong swallowed, and said hesitantly, "Miss Xing, I'm not very satisfied with our marriage."

Marrying these two is too shameful, Yang Leyong blushed unknowingly.

Gao Song promptly handed Yang Leyong a cup of tea at this time, but Lu Yuanqing didn't have any cups left.

"Well, Xing Yan...Miss Xing, she is my biological mother, and Qiu Baihe is only my adoptive mother, but I am Lu Qisheng's seed, so you don't have to doubt it. I'm going to explain these things to you now, it's not I said I want you to please Miss Xing, she is only a guest of the Lu family after all. Of course, you don't need to show it in front of Qiu Baihe, understand?"

"Understood!" Lu Yuanqing was his food and clothing parents, and there was nothing he didn't understand when beating him now.

Lu Yuanqing told him these things now because he wanted him to understand the current situation, and he didn't want him to explore too much about the Lu family.

Yang Leyong nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice, Lu Yuanqing had nothing to say after confessing some things, so he waved him back to his room to sleep.

Gao Song pushed Lu Yuanqing's wheelchair into the bathroom, and when he came out, he saw Yang Leyong standing at the door of the room waving to him.

Gao Song asked: "Mr. Le Yong, what's the matter?"

"That... am I going to share a room with Mr. Lu from now on?"

Gao Song said with a smile: "Yes, Mr. Le Yong, in the Lu family, you should be more careful in everything. Although the suites here are all big and small, it's hard to say that someone else will come in suddenly."

"I understand, I understand." Yang Leyong said.

Gao Song continued: "Eldest Young Master said that I will wrong you first at Lu's house. Can you sleep on the floor tonight? I'll help you lay the floor, and it will be more comfortable with the quilt."

Being soft on people and short on mouth, Yang Leyong must have no objections at all. He followed Gao Song into the room and worked with Gao Song by the way.

After finishing his work, Yang Leyong sat on the floor and played with his mobile phone.

After a while, Lu Yuanqing was pushed in, Yang Leyong was like a mouse after seeing a cat, and he was a little bit restrained when he saw Lu Yuanqing coming in.

He wanted to help push the wheelchair, but he was afraid that people would dislike him and get in the way, so he could only stand aside as if being punished by a teacher.

Lu Yuanqing looked at the things on the ground, moved his mouth, and finally remained silent, pretending that he didn't see anything.

Before Gao Song left, he lit the aroma diffuser on the bedside, and Yang Leyong took a sneak peek at Lu Yuanqing, who was leaning on the bedside and resting his eyes with closed eyes from the corner of his eye.

There were too many sneak peeks, and Lu Yuanqing couldn't ignore the hot eyes.

Then he closed his eyes and asked leisurely: "Is it good-looking? Have you seen enough?"

Yang Leyong, who was still peeping, didn't know which muscle was wrongly placed, so he said directly: "It's beautiful, I haven't seen enough..."

He didn't know what he said until after answering, and he was about to shame himself to death, he was ashamed.

The corners of Lu Yuanqing's mouth curled up, and he smiled silently.

Under the light, Yang Leyong looked up at Lu Yuanqing, as if he was looking at a god, because Lu Yuanqing was so handsome, his eyelashes were really long, as if he had put a fan on his eyelids.

It should be because he just took a shower, Yang Leyong felt that he could smell the shower gel on Lu Yuanqing's body, as if he could still feel the touch of his skin.

Lu Yuanqing's hair had been washed, but not dried.His hair, which has never been gelled, is lying limply on his head, looking easy to touch.

How about a metaphor?Like a lazy sleeping cat.

"Mr. Lu, let me blow dry your hair."

"What did you call me?"

Yang Leyong's face was flushed by this question, it was difficult for him to be so shy in the past, but when he met Lu Yuanqing, his face would not listen to him at all, and his face would be flushed anytime, anywhere.

"Lu Yuanqing..." Yang Leyong's voice was like a mosquito, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

"I didn't hear you, speak louder." Lu Yuanqing's request was not excessive at all, but it still made Yang Leyong feel his face blush and his heart beat faster.

"Lu Yuanqing, Yuan Qing!" After taking a deep breath and hinting, Yang Leyong finally said it.

"Well, remember not to call me wrong in front of my family from now on. It's late, go to bed."

After Yang Leyong called out the other party's name, he began to think about helping Lu Yuanqing blow-dry his hair.

"But your hair is still wet, let me blow it for you, or you will have a headache before going to bed at night, soon, you wait for me."

Without giving Lu Yuanqing any chance to refuse, Yang Leyong jumped up from the ground and ran out of the room. Gao Song seemed to hear something, and opened the door.

"Mr. Le Yong, what are you looking for?"

"Hey, do you live in the suite too?"

"Yes, it's convenient for me to take care of the young and old. What are you looking for?"

Yang Leyong was a little embarrassed. The master didn't ask him to help dry his hair, so he was the only one who wanted to help.

"I want to find a hair dryer. I'll help Yuan Qing... blow his hair down."

Gao Song, who was helping with the hair dryer, froze for a moment where Yang Leyong couldn't see it, then took out the hair dryer and handed it to him.

Gao Song smiled: "Then Mr. Le Yong and the young master should go to bed early after they are done."

"Yeah." Yang Leyong took the things and left.

After entering the room, he felt a little shy, Lu Yuanqing looked at him with his eyes open.

"Yuan Qing... let me blow it for you."

Lu Yuanqing straightened his waist slightly, showing that he could do it.

Yang Leyong was encouraged, but he felt that the distance was too far to blow while standing by the bed, so he glanced at Lu Yuanqing who had his eyes closed, and boldly climbed onto the bed.

Lu Yuanqing felt the sag and vibration of the bed, but his eyes were still tightly closed, and he didn't speak.

Yang Leyong adjusted to the mid-range, and then tried the temperature, and then began blowing on Lu Yuanqing's hair when he felt that there was no problem.

In order to let the hair dry faster, Yang Leyong dared to touch Lu Yuanqing's hair with his hands, and flipped it from time to time.

Lu Yuanqing didn't reprimand him, but gave him enough confidence.

"Yuan Qing, is this strength okay?"

Lu Yuanqing never thought that Yang Leyong was quite good at blowing his hair, so that he wouldn't burn it or pull his hair.

It was rare for Lu Yuanqing to feel satisfied, so he let out a soft "hmm".

With encouragement, Yang Leyong worked even harder.

Yang Leyong touched Lu Yuanqing's hair, feeling a little distracted.Looking at the man covered in thorns, his hair is no different from others, it is also soft, even Lu Yuanqing has no attack power than anyone else at this time.

After blowing for a while, Yang Leyong was about to blow the end of Lu Yuanqing's hair near the back of his neck, so he reached out to brush the hair there.

But as soon as his fingers touched Lu Yuanqing's nape, his hand was knocked off by Lu Yuanqing.Because Yang Leyong didn't knelt hard on Lu Yuanqing's bed at first, but now he didn't kneel firmly, and fell directly onto the bed.

Yang Leyong didn't dare to stretch out his hand to pull Lu Yuanqing, so he could only let himself fall on the bed, holding the hair dryer in his other hand, Yang Leyong also tore the hair dryer off the bed.

The plug of the hair dryer was pulled out from the socket, which also involved some things on the bedside table, and there was a lot of movement for a while.

Although there was Yang Leyong's floor not far from the bed, and he didn't hurt himself, but Yang Leyong felt very painful at that moment.

He wanted to get angry at first, so what did Lu Yuanqing push him to do?

But when he looked up and saw Lu Yuanqing's hurt eyes, he couldn't say anything.

Lu Yuanqing's deep eyes were full of pain, just like a drop of blue ink dropped into calm and clear water, but the ink gradually scattered and polluted the clean water.

Yang Leyong could only say submissively: "Yuan...Yuan Qing..."

"Get out!" Lu Yuanqing said without any ups and downs.

Yang Leyong's face turned pale in an instant.