Chapter 19

It's also a coincidence that last night Shang'an packed some dumplings and went back to make a snack for Jiang Muye. He casually said that he would have lunch in qingshuiju every noon.

At noon today, he happened to be nearby, so he wanted to come and have a look. Unexpectedly, he saw the scene just now.

Good!

Jiang Mu Ye's cold eyes looked at Lin Zheng, who trembled: "second master, I'll find out."

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At eight o'clock in the evening, an Xiaoxiao came to listen to zhuxuan. Seeing that her legs and feet were inconvenient, Liu Yuan came to help her: "madam, did you hurt your foot? Do you need a doctor? "

"It's all right. It's been dealt with." An Xiaoxiao changed her slippers: "is Mr. back?"

"I came back early, in my study." Liu Yuan hesitated for a moment and said, "it seems that I'm not in a good mood. I went to housekeeper Zhou for a lecture."

"Is it?"

"Well." Liu Yuan nodded and added: "it seems that he also dropped the cup."

An Xiaoxiao couldn't help asking, "does he often do this?"

Liu Yuan shook his head: "the first time I saw him lose his temper."

"Well, I see."

An Xiaoxiao smiles at Liu Yuan and goes up to the bedroom on the second floor from the elevator. She doesn't intend to provoke Jiang Muye at this juncture.

After a cold compress and plaster in the afternoon, Ann's ankle was not so painful, but still swollen. She took a shower in a hurry and climbed to the bed. As soon as the quilt was covered, the door of the bedroom was pushed open.

When Jiang Muye entered the door, an Xiaowang found that he was still in a gloomy face, and he looked really in a bad mood.

The more she didn't know what to do with herself.

"Back?" An small look as usual asked a sentence.

Jiang Muye ignored it and went straight into the cloakroom. When he came out, he had already changed into a light blue housecoat. Only the button of his coat was not fastened, and his bare muscles were tight

An Xiaoxiao quickly draws back her sight and turns her head over the book.

The voice of Jiang Muye didn't expect: "come here."

Ann put down the book: "what's the matter?" Her tone is particularly gentle, for fear of accidentally touching his scales.

"Button." It's another simple word. It's really cold without any temperature.

Ann small pursed lips to get out of bed, tried to pretend nothing happened, gritted her teeth, endured the discomfort of the ankle and walked towards him.

Looking at the clear textured muscles in his honey skin, Ann's face turned red. She stretched out her hand and buttoned it from top to bottom.

Jiang Mu Ye looks at her carefully, with her reddish cheeks, bright eyes, a nose and red lips

She was wearing a grey cotton nightgown with a high collar, but her bent posture exposed key parts.

Looking at Jiang Muye, his throat tightened.

Anxiao acutely aware of his throat rolling, hand action a stagnation, Jiang Mu wild cool voice will rise: "fasten a button will not?"

Ann small did not answer, just speed up, soon finished, she straightened up: "OK."

Yu Guang glimpses his right hand on the armrest of the wheelchair, his index finger wrapped with medical tape

"Your hand is hurt?" Ann asked subconsciously, and suddenly understood the reason why he asked him to help fasten the button. He hurt his index finger, which seemed inconvenient.

Seeing a touch of concern floating in her eyes, the anger in Jiang Mu's ambition calmed down for a moment, with a light sentence: "well."

"Fortunately, it doesn't look serious." An Xiaoxiao studied it carefully: "should it be just a cut? It's better not to soak in water. It will infect you. "

Jiang Mu Ye looked up at her: "finished?"

"Well." Ann nodded a little.

"I haven't bathed yet." Jiang Muye said faintly.