Chapter 1892

Ying Feifei holds the medicine box and sits beside him, slowly shaking his head, "no, I'm thinking about things."

"Oh..."

Mo Liangyu looked at her with a serious look and pursed his mouth.

Next time, Ying Feifei did a simple disinfection treatment for the wound on Mo Liangyu's cheek. His eyes fell on his dark blue eyes and said with a little worry: "what's wrong with your eyes? Do you want to go to the hospital for examination? "

Mo Liangyu touched the corner of his eye heartlessly, "no, I'll be fine in two days!"

See him so don't care attitude, should Feifei mouth words also timely swallow down.

After disinfection, she closed the medicine box, and Yu Guang scanned his trouser legs with shoe prints. Then she remembered vaguely that he had not changed his clothes for several days.

Ying Feifei looks at Mo Liangyu's black and blue face, sighs, puts down the medicine box and goes to the bedroom.

And Mo Liangyu is looking at her back, feeling a little low.

He seems to have caused a lot of trouble to Ying Feifei. She suddenly becomes so silent. Maybe she also dislikes herself?!

Mo Liangyu was soft all over, and he sat on the sofa, drooping his eyelids, feeling the depression he had never felt before.

After a while, Ying Feifei came out of the bedroom.

Mo Liangyu immediately looked up at her, and her eyes also fell on her blue robe.

"I didn't wear this nightgown. I bought it before. Although it's female, the number is too large. Go and change your clothes. I'll wash them for you!"

As soon as Feifei said that, he handed him his nightgown, and nodded to ciwonu.

Seeing this, Mo Liangyu didn't dare to delay, and then walked into the second bedroom.

The Nightgown is made of dark blue coral velvet. Although it's a woman's style, it's a bit of a mother to wear, but Mo Liangyu knows that he is not qualified to be picky. Naturally, after putting it on, he takes a photo in front of the changing mirror.

Well, it's not ugly!

Mo Liangyu took the clothes he had changed and walked out of the room to see Ying Feifei pouring washing liquid into the washing machine. He thought, standing behind her, he suggested, "I'll do it myself."

"Never mind, give it to me!"

Ying Feifei naturally took the clothes from his hand, and before throwing them into the washing machine, he stopped again, looking for the label and asked, "can I wash them?"

His clothes are definitely not ordinary brands. If they can't be washed, they can only be sent to dry cleaners!

Mo Liangyu hesitated for a few seconds, "OK, it seems that he can't!"

Smell this, should Feifei look at him, "that send to dry cleaner, if urgent, tomorrow should be able to take out!"

Mo Liangyu stood at the door of the bathroom and watched her take out the paper bag and put the clothes neatly in it. Her eyes flashed again and again, which was a bit awkward.

After all, it's all his clothes. It's very embarrassing.

In less than three minutes, Ying Feifei plans to go out with her overcoat. Mo Liangyu follows her to the porch, like a thousand li farewell.

Ying Feifei turns around and catches his expression of desire to talk and stop. A smile blooms between his silent eyebrows and eyes. "What are you doing? I'll go to the dry cleaner, and I'll be back in a minute! "

At this time, Mo Liangyu, wearing her nightgown, stood in the porch, her hair drooping in front of her forehead in a mess, and a pair of eyes that had lost her look were full of complicated words she couldn't understand, "please

Ying Feifei was stunned and couldn't help laughing, "no trouble, I'm waiting for you to treat me to Japanese dessert."