Chapter 74

Joanne's body froze.

mental disease?

Really?

But she felt more like a man's cool fingertips gently rubbing her chin.

It's like a flash of electricity quickly spread from the chin to all parts, and even defeated a little fear in the heart.

Joanne obviously felt that her face seemed red because it was a little hot.

She took a slight step back, withdrew the control range of the man's fingertips, and then turned her face to drink water. She didn't choke unexpectedly.

The man got up again and helped her along for a long time. When her mood calmed down, Huo Chengzhou sat back in his wheelchair and looked at her with his legs crossed: "don't worry, I'm a little grumpy because of lack of sleep and won't inherit."

It took Joanne two seconds to realize what he meant.

Scratching her head, she turned away and didn't look at him: "you think too much..."

"What?"

"Didn't you have a one-year marriage agreement for me to sign before? Why haven't you mentioned it recently?" Joanne's hand reached in his direction: "here, sign now."

Looking at her beautiful little face, Huo Chengzhou was a little blocked: "I didn't bring it. Let's talk later."

Joan's hands are close at hand. They are white and slender. Her nails are trimmed neatly. There is no nail enhancement. The powder is tender, which makes people have the desire to lead them up.

Huo Chengzhou raised his hand. As soon as his fingertip touched her finger, Joan took back her hand and slightly turned her mouth: "I think you like my piano house? You're not willing to sign an agreement with me."

Huo Chengzhou's hand froze in mid air for a while. His sight was unwilling to fall on her hand holding the cup, and his eyebrows were slightly raised: "well, it's good here. It's much better than listening to zhuxuan."

Quiet, elegant, sunny, there is no need to avoid key processing work, and the Internet speed of playing games is also good.

"You can play games with headphones here. Why do you have to turn on the public radio when you return to the house?" Joan wondered and asked him, "listen to zhuxuan. Everyone knows you like playing games."

Huo Chengzhou leaned against the back of the chair and knocked his fingers on his knees: "I liked it."

Joanne covered her eyes, rubbed her fingers on the glass for a moment, and suddenly whispered, "or do you want others to think you like playing games?"

Huo Chengzhou was stunned. His deep eyes looked at Joan without blinking. He saw a smile on her face. He twisted his fingers. The depth in his eyes didn't hide at all, but his tone was casual.

"I am what I am. Don't you think I like playing games?"

Joanne pinned a strand of broken hair on her cheek behind her head and nodded slightly: "I should like it, but I always feel something wrong."

"For example?"

Joanne shrugged: "I don't know. Maybe when my eyes can see it, I can tell what kind of person you are."

She always felt that Huo Chengzhou was so complicated that it didn't make any sense to just listen to others.

Huo Chengzhou's eyes fell on her calm face, and then he closed his eyes. He could feel the heat of the sun in the darkness. In addition, everything around seemed to become uncertain.

He tried his best to stretch his arm and explore the surrounding scenery. The wheelchair moved forward bit by bit. Suddenly, he hit a chair and knocked his knee hard.

Hiss.

He took a breath and opened his eyes. His eyes were the wooden bar chair lying in front of him.

"What's the matter?" Joanne asked.

"Nothing." Huo Chengzhou rubbed his knees, and his sight fell on her beautiful eyes: "accidentally knocked."

"Oh." Joanne propped up her chin and smiled: "it's all a small matter. Is it serious? If it's serious, I'll give you a tube of ointment and you can rub it."

Huo Chengzhou didn't answer. After a long time, he asked, "do you often knock it?"