Chapter 013

"That's not necessarily true. As long as you persist in doing rehabilitation, you will definitely be able to stand up. Don't give up!" Yan Xiluo forgot that she was still sitting on the man's lap.

If you can help him restore his legs and let him stand up, even if he knows that she is not his sister in the future, he will forgive her.

"You want me to stand up? Are you not afraid that I will snatch the family property with the person you like?" Qiao Moli looked at her coldly.

Yan Xiluo looked at his suddenly cold expression, and then remembered that she was still sitting on his lap, this posture was very ambiguous.

She immediately stood up, "Of course I want you to stand up. Even if you want to fight... Second Young Master's property, you still need a healthy body. Don't you?"

"I read this book, and it said that as long as you work hard to recover, your legs will definitely stand up one day."

After Yan Xiluo finished speaking, she picked up the tea on the table and handed it to Qiao Moli.

The man took the tea, took a sip and put it down, then slid the wheelchair out of the study. Yan Xiluo sighed, picked up the book and went to the balcony to continue reading.

After a while, Uncle Lin came up and asked her to go down for dinner.

She went down and saw a table full of dishes, "Where is Third Young Master?"

Uncle Lin said, "The young master has gone out and will be back at night."

Yan Xiluo was taken aback, "Then so many dishes are wasted, let's eat together."

This is the habit of rich people, and they throw away after the first meal.

So many dishes are really too wasteful.

After eating, Yan Xiluo spent the whole afternoon reading, and in the evening, after eating casually, she walked into the bedroom and continued reading.

As the sky gradually darkened, she still sat motionless on the chair and studied the massage techniques in the book.

The night was very quiet, Qiao Moli never came back, the girl on the balcony leaned back on the chair and fell asleep when she was tired from watching.

The weather in April was neither hot nor cold, Yan Xiluo slept deeply.

At ten o'clock in the evening, a car stopped on the beach. The man opened the car door and saw a quiet villa.

He stepped out of the car and walked directly into the villa. The car behind him disappeared into the beach in an instant.

Qiao Moli walked upstairs gently, the tiredness on his face was obvious. He walked to Yan Xiluo's door and stopped. He stared blankly at the door handle.

He pushed lightly, the door was unlocked, and it was pitch black inside.

He walked in quietly without turning on the light, and by the moonlight, he saw that there was no shadow of the girl on the bed at all.

He was shocked, where did this girl go in the middle of the night?

He was about to put on the mask when he saw the sleeping girl on the balcony out of the corner of his eye.

He walked over gently and saw her lying quietly on the chair, holding the half-read book in her hand, her long hair scattered on the back of the chair like a waterfall.

Under the moonlight, the snow-white little face was suffocatingly beautiful under the black hair. Qiao Moli held her breath and took off the book in her hand, knelt down to pick up the girl, and strode towards the bed.

This girl is very light and has no weight at all. Sleeping deeply in his arms, her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyelids.

Qiao Moli put her on the bed, seeing her sleeping soundly and defenseless, his heart was slightly moved.

Looking at her appearance and attitude these days, she doesn't look like Miss Yan's family at all. Even if they pretend, they can't pretend to be so similar. Maybe their family's war shouldn't involve women.

She was just a victim. It was right that she fell in love with a man, but it was Qiao Mochen who was wrong! So in this life she is doomed to sacrifice her own happiness.

Qiao Moli quietly looked at the girl on the bed, under the moonlight her little face was like snow, glowing with soft beauty. He sighed, helped her cover the quilt and turned to leave.

The next day, before Qiao Moli woke up in a daze, she felt something crawling on her leg.

He opened his eyes abruptly, almost kicking him.

But he saw the dark head squatting beside his bed, and the two small hands on his legs were slowly massaging.

It turned out that the girl came to give him a massage again, how dare she.

He didn't even wake up, but she came to touch his leg.

Her small hands are much stronger than yesterday. Touching his legs was like an electric current spreading through his legs.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. Yan Xiluo didn't know that he was awake, so he kept massaging him. Anyway, he didn't feel it, let alone wake him up.

She just wanted to do something for him. If it can make his legs a little better, even if she can massage him like this every day, she is willing.

She suddenly felt that his legs were extremely hard and very hot. Slightly taken aback.

She looked up at the man, and met his dark eyes.

The man looked straight at her, and Yan Xiluo stood up suddenly in fright, "Third Young Master... I want to give you a massage. I didn't mean to disturb you on purpose. Because I read the book yesterday, and I need to strengthen my body before getting up in the morning. Massage. I only came to give you a massage when I knew you had no feeling in your legs, sorry."

She was standing in front of Qiao Moli's bed, wearing a plain white dress, her petite body was trembling slightly, and there was fine fluff on her small face. The sun shines directly on her face from the slit of the pentagonal window, coating it with a layer of fluorescent light.

Her clean eyes looked at the man on the bed quietly, afraid that he would get angry and that he would pinch her.

Qiao Moli got up and sat up, supported her hands, sat smoothly on the wheelchair beside the bed, and slid gently towards the bathroom.

Stopped at the door of the changing room, looked back at her, "Come and help me change."

There was no anger in his deep eyes, with a light expression, he entered the bathroom gracefully and skillfully.

"...Okay." Yan Xiluo hurried over, helped him get his clothes in the changing room, and waited at the door of the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped and the sound of the door being opened.

Yan Xiluo looked up and saw the man in the wheelchair. He was wearing a black bathrobe, and his wet black hair was dripping water.

He exposed most of his chest, and his bronzed skin glowed bright red under the light. His eyes were as deep as the sea, and he stared closely at the girl standing blankly at the door.

Yan Xiluo immediately lowered her head, "Third Young Master, your clothes." She handed him both hands. But the man slid the wheelchair and walked right past her.

"Come here and help me change." He slid to the bed and turned his head to wait for Yan Xiluo to dress him.

"..." Yan Xiluo looked at his wet hair, and when she heard that she was going to help him change his clothes, she felt a thud in her heart.

She immediately took a towel to help him dry his hair. Then hand him the shirt and shorts.

"Third Young Master, you should wear the close-fitting clothes yourself, I..." She lowered her head. I don't know how to dress him.

"What? You don't want to help me wear it?" The man looked straight at the girl.

She wore a white dress today, showing her petite body exquisitely. I have to say that her figure is so good that any dress can show her style.

She was as clean as a snow lotus in a lake, and her voice was similar to that of a mosquito, but Qiao Moli could hear her clearly.

"Can't wear it?" The man's face darkened, "Will you or don't want to?"

"Don't forget, you are already my wife, and you should do all these things. Or do you regret marrying me as a disabled person, and want to go back to be with your beloved? Huh?" His voice suddenly froze. High and low, low and indifferent with sarcasm.