Chapter 10

In the meantime, she couldn't control what she met.

After hesitation, she still wrapped a bathrobe on her body. In the middle of the night, no one would find anything when she went out in a bathrobe, would she?

But... She got tangled again.

Do you really want to dress like this?

She looked at her thin body covered with a robe which was obviously a man's style. How could she feel uncomfortable? She could not help pouting. She was so embarrassed. What should she do?

She anxiously circled back and forth in the bathroom, looking at the torn clothes, hoping to find a tape to stick them.

"What? Are you going to walk like this? "

Ling shaotian didn't know when he was pestling at the door, which made an Xiaoqiao jump. As soon as his feet slipped, his buttocks suffered again, and he bumped into the washing table.

"Hiss!" She took a breath of cold air and stood firm with her body. Looking at Ling shaotian's eyes, she said, "you, how can you be here?"

Suddenly, a rolling thunder accompanied by lightning hit down, according to the dark room a bright light.

"Ah

An Xiaoqiao is not afraid of nature, but only afraid of thunder. As soon as he hears the sound, he takes the initiative to get into Ling shaotian's arms to seek protection.

The soft girl looks like a clever cat. She immediately "forces" Ling shaotian to stop. She lifts her chin to look at herself and laughs: "afraid of thunder?"

"Yes." An Xiaoqiao nodded honestly, "I..."

Before her words were finished, her body was lifted up again. Ling shaotian strode towards the bed, and her action was very gentle.

When the hand unconsciously to grasp the quilt, he was surprised by his own behavior.

Is he so gentle to this woman?

Patta, he grabbed the quilt from his hand and covered an Xiaoqiao, "I'm afraid to cover my ears!"

Ah?

At this moment, thunder can't resist Ann Xiaoqiao's surprise, this man let himself go?

Because you're afraid of thunder?

And she even obediently put out her hands to cover her ears.

This obedient appearance let Ling shaotian lips overflow a smile.

After the thunder and lightning, and then the storm came, Ling Shaochen rudely took out a shirt from the wardrobe and threw it on the bed, frowning, "put it on!"

The shirt was right beside Ann Xiaoqiao's hand. She felt it as soon as she reached for it. It was very soft. It seemed to be softer than modal cotton, and it also had a fresh smell of soap.

She likes the feeling of clean, holding the shirt can't help but smell the smell, but also feel too abnormal, and quickly let go.

Ling shaotian stands aside and takes all her actions into her eyes.

Because the bathrobe was uncomfortable, she decided to change it.

"You are not allowed to see it." She grabbed the shirt and covered the quilt again.

"Hum!" Ling shaotian coldly and arrogantly glared at her one eye, noble and rampant tight, "only I don't want to see, no I'm not allowed to see."

The numbness on his legs reappeared, and he didn't want to watch an Xiaoqiao change his clothes.

But an Xiaoqiao obviously didn't feel at ease with the animals in front of him. Finally, he went to the bathroom to change his clothes.

Ling shaotian is very tall, 20 cm higher than her. Although she doesn't wear her shirt as a skirt, she can at least cover her buttocks. Her legs with perfect proportion are exposed, which makes her more charming.

Looking in the mirror, after trying to restore himself to his normal appearance, looking back, I don't know when the heavy curtain will be pulled open, and it's already slightly bright.

She stayed here all night. It was like a dream. It was faster than gambling. She owed 10 million overnight. She didn't know how much Yan Xi was doing in the hospital.

She only remembers that on the way she was brought by Ling shaotian yesterday, she was confused to see a small video sent by her colleagues and friends. It is estimated that from today on, everyone will look at her with colored glasses.

I've never had a good day, but a bad one is coming.

"Alas."

She sighed decadent, regardless of the whereabouts of Ling shaotian, turned downstairs to find her bag.

I remember when I came yesterday, it should be in the living room.

……

The pouring rain on the windowsill is like a disaster sweeping around the castle. Although every room is equipped with good sound insulation cotton, Ling shaotian is still sensitive to the rain.

"Young master, it's raining. Do you want to..."

"And she?"

Ling shaotian's face is cold. In the afternoon, he orders his servant to prepare clothes for an Xiaoqiao, but when he comes back, the woman disappears.

What should he do if he lost his castle?

"Ah?" The first time he brought a woman back, uncle Xiang didn't respond for a moment. After two seconds, he remembered that what he asked was an Xiaoqiao. He quickly replied, "miss an is downstairs, calling."

"On the phone?"

Ling shaotian twisted his eyebrows, and his voice became colder and sharper. Before uncle Xiang spoke, he got up on his own, and the numbness on his leg twisted like a tendon.

Before I went downstairs, I heard the voice of the woman's distress. "Now I don't know how to do it well. The whole hospital knows it. I think the director is also angry."

She is discussing yesterday's matter with Xia Yuanyuan, her wrist is leaning on her cheek, and her small face is covered with sadness.

At that end, Xia Yuanyuan didn't know what to say. She pressed her eyebrows with her backhand and pursed her lips. "Don't mention it. I'm really loveless now."

She looked at the castle, which was almost the same as the castle in her dream, but she didn't feel as excited as in her dream.

In her dream, she is a romantic and cheerful princess, and here... She is probably a trapped Canary... No, it should be a sparrow.

The rain outside the window is falling more and more. It hits the French windows, accompanied by Ling shaotian's footsteps. It is not as powerful as before, but still with pressure.

When the iceberg face appeared on the top of his head, an Xiaoqiao threw his cell phone in fright, shrunk twice into the sofa with a shake, and panicked in his bright eyes.

"Well, I didn't find you in the room just now, so I came down by myself." She blurted out.

Then watching Ling shaotian walk around the sofa to her side, her nerves are taut again.

According to experience, every time he gets so close, it's no good.

But what about his legs?

She looked at Ling shaotian's body a little unsteady, eyes just noticed his legs, and according to her rich clinical experience judgment, Ling shaotian legs sick.

"Is your leg cramped?" She asked tentatively.

"Miss an, our young master's legs are very good."

Ling shaotian doesn't speak, but Uncle Xiang is anxious to get rid of it, because few people know Ling shaotian's leg injury, and no one dares to speak to him like this.

Isn't it three hundred taels of silver here?