After the stand-in resigned

After a bowl of hot hangover soup, he was still dizzy, but psychologically he always felt that he wasn't that dizzy. Taking advantage of this confidence, An Fan said goodbye to Aunt Yu and went upstairs to take a bath.

Ling Ran waited behind the person, turned on the water in the bathtub, and prepared to change the laundry. After busying herself, she didn't forget to help An Fan, who was about to enter the bathroom, untie the straps on the back of his dress.

Ling Ran asked while explaining, "Can you do it yourself?"

An Fan closed his eyes and stayed for a long while before nodding independently: "I can."

Ling Ran was worried, and helped her into the bathroom.She tested the temperature of the water, dripped essential oils, and put the toiletries in An Fan's hand. When she turned her head, An Fan closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, half asleep. She finally said, "How about I help?"

An Fan opened his eyes, subconsciously lifted the dress skirt on his body, and insisted: "You go."

It's useless to be strong with a drunkard, Ling Ran turned around and wanted to leave, but she was still worried, she warned: "Call me if you need anything, I'll be right at the door."

The bathroom door was closed from the inside, and there was no sound at all for an instant. Ling Ran hated that the soundproofing of the house was too good. Maybe Anfan didn't hear her, so she didn't dare to stay away.

She stood guard at the door, staring at her phone to see the passage of time.

1 minute and 2 minutes, time passed very slowly under the high attention. Ling Ran clicked on the mailbox to approve a few documents to pass the time. When she saw the title, her head hurt and she was infected by Anfan, and she also fainted.

Simply doing nothing, Ling Ran waited, afraid that An Fan would annoy her and dare not knock on the door.

After waiting like this for half an hour, An Fan still didn't come out, Ling Ran was a little anxious.

There were thousands of thoughts in her mind, and what she was most afraid of was Anfan's accident. Ling Ran tentatively knocked on the door, but there was no sound. She called again, but still no one answered.

Ling Ran opened the door and went in.

The dress skirts were piled up against the wall like white flowers, the bathroom was silent, and there was no heat in the surroundings. Ling Ran's heart rose to her throat and rushed towards Anfan.

An Fan in the bathtub closed his eyes, Ling Ran was impatient, and was about to fish him out of the bathtub, but he didn't want to touch him, An Fan opened his eyes again, and gave a suspicious "hmm".

The atmosphere is weird.

Ling Ran withdrew his hand unresponsively, and his heart was beating violently after going through ups and downs.The tightly clenched legs lost their strength, and she fell directly to the floor next to the bathtub.

"What are you doing?" An Fan asked, with a bit of laziness hidden in his voice.

"I saw you didn't move. I thought something was wrong with you. Come in and have a look." Ling Ranhou said fearfully, "I was scared by you."

An Fan opened his sleepy eyes, feeling unable to open them. She said, "I'm a little sleepy."

So is sleeping.

The temperature of the bathtub is constant, and Ling Ran has also tried that the water temperature is not cold, so she doesn't worry about An Fan catching a cold while taking a bath and sleeping. She is concerned about a question: "Have you taken a bath?"

Anfanmo...

Ling Ran didn't care what An Fan had to say, but stood up from the floor while supporting the edge of the bathtub, and said, "I'll wash it for you."

"No need." An Fan hurriedly stood up and refused, not caring that she was half naked and unable to move, she fell back to her original place limply.

Ling Ran turned around holding the shower, glanced at the situation first, then closed her eyes ladylikely, and said, "I won't touch you, I'll wash you with this."

An Fan insisted again: "No, I'll do it myself."

But at this time Ling Ran didn't listen to her anymore, she turned on the shower directly, and the water flowed straight to the ground, the sound of dripping water forcefully showed her attitude, not to mention she also verbally emphasized: "I won't wait until you come!" If you know how long it will take, if you catch a cold if you wait any longer, I will help you."

An Fan looked slowly at Ling Ran who had his eyes closed.

She was still wearing a shirt and black trousers that looked like she had just come off from a meeting. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and there were colored ropes tied around her wrists. , The pants with a neat shape and first-class texture have piled up wrinkles after a lot of tossing.

Ling Ran's appearance was strange, but somehow it moved her heart.

When An Fan still had fantasies about Mu Ai, she thought that Ling Ran, who had a cold voice, would give her tenderness, just like now.

Unexpectedly, An Fan agreed: "Okay."

Ling Ran stayed for two seconds, licked her lips, and announced: "Then I will start."

The shower was slowly aimed at her. This feeling was very strange. An Fan felt like a fish on a chopping board for a moment. The fish had to flop around in the water. past.

The subtle sound of water attracted Ling Ran's attention, she was concentrating on it, and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Anfan replied slowly.

The water flow from the shower was not very strong, but it wasn't gentle either. It was also strange to wash his back with such force, as if someone was touching, touching, it was very itchy, An Fan couldn't help but shrink back.

Ling Ran coughed.

Anfan was a little uneasy: "What's wrong?"

Ling Ran asked: "Where am I washing?"

An Fan pursed his lips, and struggled to utter a word: "Back."

"Turn around when you think it's almost done..." Ling Ran said, "Order me, otherwise I don't know where I'm washing."

Ling Ran kept asking the same question, but An Fan always felt ashamed and didn't say anything more. She barely raised her lead-filled arm and scrubbed it casually. When she realized that Ling Ran's shower was about to go down again, she coughed and said: "Okay."

"Have you finished washing?" Ling Ran asked.

"Yeah." An Fan said, "Help me get the towel."

"Then I have to open my eyes." Ling Ran maintained her ladylike demeanor.

An Fan gave up: "Open it."

Ling Ran moved swiftly, wrapped her in a bath towel in a short while, and An Fan walked out of the bathtub with the support. The floor was like cotton, and when she stepped on it, it softened to the side. Ling Ran simply picked her up and said, "Hold you go to bed."

An Fan's heart was pounding, the frequency of her heart beating made her feel like she was going crazy, or it was going too fast.

Being carried back to the bed, the situation improved a lot. Anfan pulled the quilt to cover himself, lay down with a bath towel to wipe here and there, his hands were weak, the process of drying the water was slow, his mind was not spinning fast, and he was very slow to notice. Ling Ran had been looking at her all along.

An Fan stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ling Ran didn't dare to say what was wrong with her. Seeing An Fan lying on the quilt like this, what could happen to her, Ling Ran looked at it for a few more seconds, and said hoarsely, "Tomorrow, you can do whatever you want."

As he spoke, before Anfan could react, he stepped forward and kissed him with the back of his head.

An Fan opened his lips slightly in surprise, making it easier for Ling Ran to plunder.

Concerned that An Fan was still dizzy, Ling Ran didn't dare to kiss for too long. She shifted her position while breathing, and gently landed on the corner of her mouth. She was not curious and wondered: "Why is there a fragrance of flowers? I seem to have tasted it wrong, I try again."

Forced to grind together, the apex of the heart itches.

An Fan was gradually aroused, and he groaned involuntarily, and then, as if thinking of something, he dragged his weak body and turned his back, pressing his head deeply against the pillow.

Ling Ran was taken aback by this gesture of resistance, followed by overwhelming panic and heartache. Witnessing An Fan's instinctive movements in an unconscious state, Ling Ran even thought of slapping himself in an instant.

She landed light kisses on Anfan's round shoulders, one after another, coaxing patiently against the ear: "The voice is very nice, don't hide, don't hold back, okay?"

An Fan still buried the pillow deeply, refusing to cooperate, as if he didn't hear.

Ling Ran stepped up her attack until she saw the man's back straightened and his exposed ears flushed red. Then she placed a light kiss on the back of her neck and said, "Can I lick it for you?"

The first thing An Fan did when he opened his eyes the next day was to stretch out his hand to see if her arm was still there.

Without him, her whole body was sore and limp as if soaked in vinegar, and even her dull brain couldn't feel the existence of the arm. She had to see with her own eyes that the hand was still in good condition before she could let go of this heart.

The curtains were drawn to avoid light, and in the not-so-bright room, An Fangao raised his hand and stared blankly, looking over and over, swallowing his heart back into his stomach.

"what happened?"

The sudden voice startled his hands, An Fan turned his head to look at the speaker, his eyes widened immediately, and a question was written all over it: Why are you still here?

Ling Ran could read her mind at this time, and said slowly, "Lay in bed with you."

An Fan blinked, blinked again, and asked after understanding the situation, "What time is it?"

It wasn't until he opened his mouth that he realized that his voice was slightly hoarse, and An Fan couldn't help recalling last night in his mind, and sighed in his heart.

How could other people get fragments when they were drunk, but when she came to her, she could even remember the details so clearly, and she still remembered what Ling Ran said to coax her out.

Detective Ling Ran holds the mobile phone in his hand: "Eleven o'clock."

Ling Ran's flat tone didn't look like a person who wanted to work at all, An Fan couldn't hold back and asked, "Don't you have to go to work?"

"It's not important to you."

"Go to work." An Fan said.

Ling Ran looked over at this moment, stared at Anfan for a few seconds, and asked in surprise, "You want me to go to work? Don't you want me to accompany you?"

Ling Ran's tone sounded hurt, An Fan didn't understand it, she just wanted to leave quickly, she nodded and urged: "Go, go."

"Do you really want me to go?" Ling Ran asked again uncertainly.

"Go!" An Fan ordered.

Ling Ran got up and walked away step by step. An Fan felt that Ling Ran was weird, but she didn't think about it. She lay on the bed and kneaded and pressed. Too tight.

An Fan closed his eyes, feeling that she couldn't stay in this bed anymore, so he sat up with his hands, hangover and indulgence, this limp body didn't look like her own.

The dressing process was slow, and the top was still loose. Ling Ran pushed the door in. An Fan pulled the quilt and looked at her: "Why are you back?"

Ling Ran said in a high voice, "I don't go to work today."

An Fan was stunned for a moment: "Are you... taking a break too?" Strange, did the boss of the company also mention not going to work?

"Well, I take turns off." Ling Ran didn't blush and was out of breath: "Get dressed? I'll help you."

"No need." An Fan shook his head, clutching the quilt tightly and not letting go, fearing that Ling Ran would force him to help, he calmly raised his eyes to look at Ling Ran at this time.

In just a few seconds, Ling Ran shifted her gaze as if unable to hold back, and she asked uncomfortably, "What's wrong?"

An Fan was a little surprised, Ling Ran seemed to be afraid of her, although she didn't know the reason, but the result was very satisfying to her, and she could still make Ling Ran afraid one day.

An Fan didn't speak, just stared, and soon Ling Ran was defeated, and changed the topic first: "Auntie made noodles, do you want to try it?"

"Okay." After agreeing, thinking about the current situation, An Fan said, "I will dress myself."

"Okay." Ling Ran immediately turned her back, looking at the lady from her back.

Anfanahan dressed slowly, thinking, although Ling Ran was obedient before, but she felt that it was more like pretending to achieve the purpose, not like now, there is a kind of meekness exuding from the bone.

But it seemed strange that the word meek fell on Ling Ran.

An Fan thought, she has to do something.