High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 405 Taking care of the sick Xia Dian (2)

Within 10 minutes, there was a knock on the door outside Lin Zhaoxia's small apartment.

Yang Moyan stepped over and reached out to open it.

An assistant dressed in a suit and leather shoes appeared outside the door, followed by a few people, carrying some other things.

The assistant wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Even though it was winter with the first snow, the breeze outside would make it cold, but the assistant felt all kinds of sweating profusely.

As soon as the door opened, the assistant raised his eyes, and when he saw the indifferent and dignified person standing behind the door, his eyes widened.

"What about things?"

It's just that the indifferent and noble person standing behind the door didn't feel at all how unexpected he was standing here in the eyes of others, but still asked what he wanted concisely and carefully.

The assistant paused for a moment, and after finally digesting whether his young master was at someone else's house, or bought some things for others, he turned his body there, but it still felt a bit incomprehensible, "Reporting, young master, the things you want It's all delivered."

Yang Moyan heard the words, moved away, and motioned for them all to come in.

In fact, the phone call just now was nothing special.

It's just that Yang Moyan called his assistant and asked him to buy some household appliances for the kitchen.

Of course, by the way, I also asked the assistant to go to the mall and bought some rice noodles.

The assistant greeted people who were carrying various large boxes with various kitchen utensils in them, and then closed the door of the apartment.

"Master, where is...?"

The assistant just wanted to ask and look forward to it. Could it be that this is the new settlement that my young master has found for nothing?

It's just that before he finished speaking, he was swept over by his young master's cold eyes, and everything was quiet.

Afterwards, the young master of his family seemed to pause for a moment, then looked at the few people who were walking into the kitchen carrying things and said, "Be gentle, don't make too much noise."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Yang Moyan glanced at the bedroom with the closed door, and there was warmth in this glance.

Even her lips, which were always thin and cool, curved.

Coincidentally, the assistant saw this scene clearly, and his eyes widened again.

The noble and indifferent young master of his family... actually laughed? ?

What is even more noteworthy for the assistant is——

The room that his young master's eyes averted unexpectedly.

Who is in that room?

Male or female?

To make his young master care so much?

Moreover, this is really someone else's house!

But what the assistant saw next made him refresh his impression of his young master even more...
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In the bedroom, Lin Zhaoxia woke up again, and finally felt better this time.

He wanted to reach out and touch his forehead, but he didn't expect that as soon as he reached out, he touched something a little wet.

When I took it down, I realized it was a wet towel.

Needless to say, this must be Yang Moyan's masterpiece.

After all, even if she is asleep, some of Lin Zhaoxia's senses are still there.

What's more, he was extremely familiar with Yang Moyan's taste.

Throwing the towel to the side, Lin Zhaoxia sat up slowly supporting the edge of the bed.

There were some small sounds coming from outside the bedroom.

Someone's talking, very lightly.

But that indifferent and familiar voice made Lin Zhaoxia distinguish immediately.

(End of this chapter)