The male nanny is so fragrant

Lian Zhao fell into a drowsy sleep. He was so sleepy that he didn't know when he fell asleep. Halfway through, his throat felt like it was going to fire, and he yelled unconsciously: "Water...I want to drink water..."

Someone moved upon hearing the sound, and after the rustling sound, that person gently lifted him up and fed him water.

Lian Zhao was like a fish stranded on the beach, gulping down his drink, ignoring the water flowing down the corner of his mouth, and continued to fall asleep after drinking.

Someone wiped his mouth vaguely, and seemed to touch the back of his hand, and then stuffed his hand into the quilt, and I can't remember it anymore.

When he woke up completely, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. He was lying on the bed alone, and there was the sound of water splashing from the bathroom.

Lian Zhao was sore all over his body, as if he had been run over by a steamroller. He was clearly awake, but his body made him want to continue lying on the bed, and he didn't even care whether it was a blackboard or a whiteboard.

The whole person is lazy.

However, he had observed it secretly, and felt that his body should have been tidied up, and the quilt seemed to have been changed, and everything was refreshed.

This blackboard has a conscience and knows how to help him deal with the aftermath.

Lin Che came out of the bathroom and found that Lian Zhao was awake, and said in a more gentle tone than usual: "You're hungry, get up and eat. I haven't eaten for so long, my stomach will feel uncomfortable."

As soon as Lian Zhao heard the tone of the speech, he knew it was a whiteboard. He sat up with his exhausted body and said: "Boss, when did you wake up?"

Lin Che said calmly, "I'm only half an hour ahead of you."

Lin Che didn't ask why he was here, and Lian Zhao took the initiative to explain without changing his face: "He woke up last night, he dragged me to exercise, and gave him a massage. It took a long time before he fell asleep, that's why we all slept for so long. Wake up." Consciousness is an unassailable reason.

"Really?" Lin Che looked at Lian Zhao meaningfully, and wiped her hair with a towel.

Lian Zhao said: "Yes." Then he got off the bed, prepared to go to the bathroom to wash up, and prepared to change clothes after eating. He resisted pressing his waist, feeling like he was about to fall apart.

When passing by Lin Che, he didn't notice that Lin Che glanced at his neck.

After Lian Zhao walked to the bathroom, he quickly closed the door of the bathroom. Just as he was about to turn on the tap to wash his face, he found an obvious hickey on his neck.

This looks like a hickey!

Lian Zhao subconsciously rubbed the red marks on his neck with his hands, thinking wildly in his mind, wondering if he saw the whiteboard.

Damn blackboard, always leave me a mess!

Lian Zhao cursed in his heart, didn't stop his hands, and rubbed the red marks more red and more obvious, making the marks look like scratch marks, then stopped, brushed his teeth and washed his face, brushed his hair, and patted his cheeks to cheer himself up stand up.

When Lian Zhao came out of the bathroom, Lin Che had already dried her hair and was changing clothes in the cloakroom.

Lian Zhao stood outside the cloakroom and said, "Boss, I'm done. Do you need help?"

Lin Che came out of the cloakroom in home clothes and said, "I'm fine too." After speaking, the two walked out one after the other.

When the two were seated, Lin Che didn't ask Lian Zhao what happened to the red marks on his neck, but he brought it up himself.

"I don't know if it's because the weather is too dry. My neck is very itchy." He said and scratched a few times, with a face full of 300 taels of silver.

Lin Che took a drink from the water glass, looked at his neck and said, "It's red, do you want to apply some medicine?"

Lian Zhao waved his hands carelessly and said, "No need." Seeing that Lin Che had no doubts, he ate with peace of mind.

While Lian Zhao was eating, Lin Che kept serving him food.

This made Lian Zhao feel even more guilty. He always felt like he and the blackboard had betrayed the whiteboard.

But how can I talk to the whiteboard about this kind of thing?

He was worried about being hated by the whiteboard.

But to be honest, it's kind of exciting.

Is this the pleasure brought by immorality?

Lian Zhao couldn't help but condemn himself when he thought of this, Lian Zhao, don't do this, this kind of thing will be discovered one day.

Alas, I didn't know what to eat in an instant, so I ate something hastily to fill my stomach, Lian Zhao was going to change clothes and then went upstairs to clean up.

But Lin Che suddenly said: "You don't need to clean up today, you can move around freely, you have not been relaxed these two days, take a good rest."

This time Lian Zhao broke the defense.

The whiteboard is really nice, although the whiteboard doesn't know anything, maybe he thinks he is too tired to serve the blackboard, so I want him to rest.

This blackboard only knows how to ask for it, act like a baby, look at other people's whiteboards, how considerate, gentle and kind.

woohoo-

Lin Che looked at Lian Zhao looking at her, eyes that seemed to have a thousand words to say, raised her eyebrows slightly, wiped her hands and said, "What's the matter, looking at me like this?" After speaking, Lin Che dropped the napkin and stood up.

Lian Zhao walked up to Lin Che and said, "Boss, why are you so nice? Actually, I don't need to rest, and I'm not tired from work. I just clean up, and it will be done in a while."

Lin Che reached out and rubbed his head and said, "If you are told to rest, you can rest. It's okay if you don't clean up once in a while. You have worked really hard these two days. Be obedient."

"Boss, can I give you a hug?"

"of course."

Lian Zhao took the initiative to hug Lin Che, put his cheek against his shoulder, sniffed and said, "Thank you boss, I'll change my clothes first, then I'll practice more calligraphy today." After speaking, he let go of his hand.

"Happy as you want, you can do whatever you want."

Lian Zhao went back to his room and looked at himself in the mirror after getting dressed. His eye sockets were black and blue, and he hadn't had a good rest. No wonder Baiban felt distressed.

Why is he so addicted to this blackboard, and his physical strength is so good, he really took it for two days.

On the third floor, Lin Che was reading in the study. When Lian Zhao walked in, he raised his eyes.

"What snack do you want to eat later, I'll let the kitchen prepare it, do you want black tea?"

Lian Zhao said, "I just had a meal, so you can drink tea if you have some snacks."

"Okay, the staff will bring it later, you practice calligraphy first?"

Lian Zhao said: "Mmmm." Then he came to the desk, in order not to arouse suspicion, he reluctantly sat down on the chair, then sat upright stiffly, picked up the brush and began to practice calligraphy stroke by stroke.

The two of them were very quiet, and after a few minutes, the staff downstairs brought the black tea.

Lin Che picked up one of the cups and put it on the desk, watching Lian Zhao's handwriting practice by the way.

Lian Zhao's body is still sore, and his arms are also a little sore, so the handwriting is a little trembling, not as smooth as before. Normally, Lin Che would definitely point out his problems and ask him to correct them, but today it seems that there is no Seeing the same thing, he instructed: "Take a break after practicing for a while and drink some black tea."

"Okay boss." Lian Zhao put down the brush, watched Lin Che return to sit on the sofa, took a sip of black tea, and instantly felt warm and comfortable all over.

I was even more moved.

Whiteboards are so nice.

Lian Zhao drank his tea and looked at Lin Che's handsome profile, he was so handsome.

Out of the corner of Lin Che's eyes, she could feel that Lian Zhao was looking at him. She didn't seem to care, but she didn't turn over a single page of the book in her hand. Which page was she just now? Float away long ago.

After a few minutes, Lian Zhao looked away, and a few more minutes later, the book in Lin Che's hand turned a page.

Of course, Lin Che noticed these subtle changes and concerns.

The nervous Lian Zhao didn't notice where the book in Lin Che's hand was. He drank a few sips of tea, admired Lin Che's side face for a while, and continued to pick up the pen to practice calligraphy.

This time, it may be because of the power of the black tea, or it may be the power of the boss's face value, the hands are much stronger, and the handwriting is not as trembling as before.

After he finished practicing the five big characters, he picked up the best practiced one and showed it to Lin Che.

"Boss, what do you think of my writing?"

"That's right, if you take out the ghost drawing talisman you used when you first practiced calligraphy, you will find that you have made great progress." Lin Che looked at it seriously and gave her affirmation.

Lian Zhao smiled and said: "It's also thanks to your advice and teaching, boss, otherwise how could I have made such great progress, I can even sing English songs now, if I tell my parents, They probably couldn't believe that I had changed so much."

"I said that your aptitude is not bad, but you are lazy and not self-disciplined. As long as you persist, you will make greater progress."

Lian Zhao took out his mobile phone and said, "I took a photo and sent it to Moments, but no one would believe that I wrote it." He said so, so he took a photo of this copybook and sent it to Moments. He wanted to show it off. .

While shooting, he sighed, "I write really well."

Editing content: recent handwriting practice results.

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Within a few minutes, several netizens and colleagues who actually worked together commented.

Netizen: I'm dizzy, I didn't expect you to be joking and laughing, but you can write well.

Netizen 2: Wow, that's not bad, looking at my primary school chicken handwriting, lost in thought.

Ex-colleague 1: All right, Lian Zhao, you can set up a stall to sell couplets during Chinese New Year.

Ex-colleague 2: Where did you find the internet map? I don’t believe you wrote it.

It can be seen how much Lian Zhao has changed, and if you don't believe it, it can be regarded as an affirmation of his progress.

Lian Zhao didn't explain much, put down the phone happily, and said affectionately to Lin Che, "Thank you, boss. When you let me practice calligraphy at first, I thought you were annoying. Now..."

"Ok?"

"It's so delicious now!" Practicing calligraphy is very boring, but after sharing the results and being praised, he feels a sense of accomplishment, which motivates him to continue practicing calligraphy more.

Lin Che suddenly asked, "Does your waist still hurt? Shall I give you another massage?"

Lian Zhao's expression froze, how could he dare to ask Lin Che to give him another massage, and immediately said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it's okay, I'm not so fragile."