MTL - Morning, the Heir-Chapter 7 Firmly relying on her

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Chapter 7 is determined by her

Leng Yuhuang did not do anything bad to be caught in the bag. He smiled calmly and took out two teeth: "I am bothering you."

Lin Xiaomi was laughed at by him. To be honest, she had never seen a man who smiled so beautifully.

It’s just a enchanting!

Lin Xiaomi groaned and raised her hand to touch her nose, for fear that she could not help but spurt nosebleeds.

Finally, I helped Cool Xiaohuang to the bed. Lin Xiaomi was too late to catch his breath and heard him ask: "Is it tired? I am quite heavy."

Lin Xiaomi politely waved his hand: "Not tired."

"Is it? It is too much trouble for you to go to the basin to wipe me."

Lin Xiaomi: "..." She is just a polite one, he really took her as a care worker!

Leng Yuhuang faintly glared at her, not sighing lightly: "Hey, I said that you are using a little girl..."

His "pet" word has not been said yet, and Lin Xiaomi has already got into the bathroom.

Wipe...

Lin Xiaomi really feels that he is going to have a nosebleed.

There are solitary men and women in this room, they just have not known for 48 hours, she is going to wipe the man.

Forget it, Lin Xiaomi comforts himself in his heart, don't treat him as a man, just treat him as a piece of pork.

Give him a cleansing, just as washing pigskin.

Leng Yuhuang did not know the thoughts of Lin Xiaomi's heart. If she knew, I would probably take her out of the window and who is pork!

Even if Lin Xiaomi didn't want to see it, he inevitably saw the man's symmetrical and seductive lines. The eight-packed abdominal muscles were under the well-defined chest, and the messy bruises on his body made him more manly.

Lin Xiaomi wiped her out of the thick, and even the water was too late to fall, and she rushed out of the ward.

When she walked to the window and blew the wind, the temperature on her face was high, she was almost burning.

The phone rang at this time, and when it was quiet, she picked it up.

"Millet, why don't you come to work today! The editor is angry!"

Lin Xiaomi slaps on the forehead, she is tossed, and even forget the leave.

"I have a car accident. You can help me with the editor to take a vacation and say that I will go to work in two days."

When Wen Jing heard it, he picked it up: "Car accident?? How are you? Is anyone okay?"

"...nothing." Lin Xiaomi replied with powerlessness.

She is okay, something is someone else.

Lin Xiaomi had no spirit, so Wen Jing assured that he had hung up the phone. This was hard to scalp and drilled back to the ward, packed up the water stains on the ground, and went to buy him lunch.

Leng Yuhuang looked at the fast food in front of him, and the brow could pinch an ant.

"What is this?" He just thinks that he wants to vomit, what is this dark black thing!

"What's wrong? Fast food." Lin Xiaomi is not clear, so burned eggplant and ribs potatoes, one by one, nutritional mix.

Leng Yuhuang: "..."

He really couldn't eat it. He only took two meals, so he could make his stomach a bit east.

Lin Xiaomi looked at it but was anxious: "How to eat so little, how much do you eat, how does the body recover?"

Cold and beautiful, the look of powerlessness: "It's too hard to eat, I can't eat."

Lin Xiaomi didn't know what to do. He rushed home in the afternoon and went to the kitchen to personally give him a kitchen.

Scallions mixed with tofu, ribs stewed yam and chicken soup with a strong taste.

"Trying to see if you don't have an appetite? You have to eat a little more, and your body will recover faster."

"What did you do?" Leng Yuhuang tasted a bite and tasted very good.

"Yeah." Lin Xiaomi saw that his eyes were bright and somewhat proud, and she was very confident about her cooking.

" Eat more." Her thoughts are very simple, I want to raise his body as soon as possible, so that they will not owe each other, she will be liberated.

But she didn't know that the idea in her heart was cold-blooded at the moment—the cooking was good, and she stayed at her house and couldn't hungry.