C58

Swoosh.

Lin Ange snorted lightly, her stomach full of anger.

Waiting for his breathing to calm down slightly, he let out a furious roar.

"Lu Yiyao, you bastard!"

"Where did I get into this mess?"

"You … You... You... Here... Here... Bastard from head to toe … "

Lin Ange raised his head and pointed at him.

"What about here?"

Lu Yiyao grabbed her little hand and pulled her downwards …

Unspeakable touch.

Lin Ange's fingertips ignited, and every cell in his body began to heat up.

Her back tightened and she felt a little stiff.

There was a smell in the air.

Lu Yi looked at her embarrassed appearance, resisted the urge to eat her, and pulled back his blanket to get up.

Lin Ange's ears were so red that it seemed that blood would drip out at any moment when he saw Guang Long's bare back. He hurriedly turned his head away, refusing to look at him.

The sound of the flowing water pierced her eardrums, making her unable to calm her heart like still water.

He was her first man.

She was also the only man that had been close to her before.

More importantly, he was the little bun's father.

Lin Ange lay on his side, his head still a little heavy.

Even though the symptoms had lessened considerably, they had not yet fully recovered.

She coughed lightly and struggled to sit up. Then, she lifted the quilt to get up.

"Lie down."

Qing Han's order caused her to subconsciously stop in her tracks, raising her head to look towards the source of the voice.

The washed Land Wing had changed into a new set of clothes.

White shirt with dark blue trousers.

It was so flat that not a single fold could be seen.

His body was tall and straight, and his facial features were deep and solid.

It had to be said that a man like this was indeed very attractive.

However, Lin Ange did not want to waste too much time with him.

He had a girlfriend.

His rumored girlfriend was Xu Jianan, the little flower that became a hit.

Whether their relationship was real or fake, it was still the same for her.

These two days, the two of them had been very intimate and ambiguous. Lin Ange was ashamed and angry, but also helpless.

Accidents were hard to guard against.

After being stunned for half a second, Lin Ange curled his lips, put both of his hands on the edge of the bed and got down.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and go back to bed. "

Lu Yi strode in and grabbed her slender arm. The light in his dark eyes was very tight.

For some reason, these words carried a trace of concern to Lin Ange.

She lowered her head and put on her shoes, her cheeks still smeared with blood.

"Let me go."

"Let's go up."

Lu Yi Yao's thin lips slightly pursed as he spoke in a strict tone.

Lin Ange stood there without moving, staring at him. The comb-like eyelashes trembled as she licked her lips. Her face became even redder.

"You want me to carry you up?"

Lu Yi stared at her with his pitch black pupils.

What?

Lin Ange stared at him in disbelief, a trace of astonishment flashing across her eyes.

At this moment, was the man standing in front of her still the aloof and aloof CEO Lu?

Lu Yi loosened his grip on her arm and rushed towards her waist.

Lin Ange quickly moved to the side and leaned to the side. His cheeks were still blushing red.

"I... I want to go to the bathroom... "

The corners of Lu Yiyao's eyes revealed an unnoticeable smile. He pursed his cold lips and coldly replied before releasing his hand.

"Yes."

Lin Ange's legs felt weak and he barely took two steps forward. His body staggered and he nearly fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Lu Yiyao's gaze never left her, and his large hand held her firmly. Then, he directly carried her across his arms and walked into the washroom.

This was a scene.

As awkward as it was.

Lin Ange pursed his lips and laughed awkwardly.

"You can put me down now."

"Call me when you're done."

Lu Yiyao gently put her down, supporting her slender arm until she was completely stable before withdrawing his hand.

"Mhmm …"

Lin Ange hurriedly nodded his head with a red neck.

Lu Yiyao did not say anything more, but just opened the bathroom door and walked out.

Pata.

After confirming that the bathroom door was locked, Lin Ange slowly sat down on the toilet.

A strange feeling welled up in his heart.

It was warm, but also sour.

It was unknown whether it was because Lin Ange was thinking too much, or because he was sick. His thoughts were softer than usual and easier to be moved.

Although Lu Yiyao's words were short, there was also a trace of arrogance in them.

But she had an inexplicable feeling.

He seemed a little concerned about her.

She pouted her lips and shook her head, while a cold sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

He was probably thinking too much.

There had been no other contact between them except the night of her eighteen-year-old bar mitzvah.

How could he care about her?

Lin Ange was done with his work. He walked to the glass counter and poured some water on his hands, carefully cleaning them.

He suddenly saw himself in the mirror.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were rosy, but both were unhealthy.

She smoked a washcloth and washed her face. Seeing that his hair was messy, he picked up a comb and began to comb it.

Seeing that she still hadn't come out even after such a long time, Lu Yi's heart sank. He walked over and knocked on the door.

Bang bang bang.

Lin Ange, who was deep in thought, was startled by the sudden knock on the door. The comb in his hand fell to the ground.

Before he could pick up the comb, he angrily opened the bathroom door.

"Lu Yiyao, what are you doing?"