After the divorce, I was haunted by the sickly fifth master

Just take a shower.

Fine.

Nanhuang glanced at his plaster and remembered the doctor's instructions, so he said: "There is a bathtub inside. You can fill it with water yourself and wash it in the bathtub. Be careful not to wet the plaster."

Rong Wuye seemed to have just remembered this matter. He looked at the plaster and then at her.

"What are you looking at me doing?"

"I want to..."

Nanhuang interrupted him, "I'll have someone bring you clothes."

After saying that, he threw on a coat and left the room.

Rong Wuye looked at the direction the woman left, then at the cut shirt and the plaster on her hand, and suddenly felt quite regretful.

After washing himself, someone actually brought him pajamas. After putting on his pajamas, he saw a woman sitting on the bed playing with her mobile phone outside.

Just as he was about to sit on the bed, the woman gave him a cold look. Rong Wuye curled his lips, remembering that he had promised her after all. So after looking at her twice more, Mr. Rong Wu left the room.

The cold wind is silent.

Mr. Rong Wu went downstairs and walked in the garden wearing slippers.

Yang Bo followed him and yawned.

"Fifth Master, it's okay, I'll go back."

Rong Wuye said: "Wait."

Yang Bo paused. It was quite a long day of overtime work today.

Rong Wuye turned his head slightly and glanced in the direction of Nanhuang's room: "I want to sleep in that room. Is there anything you can do?"

Yang Bo was stunned.

He didn't know what he heard, or what he heard wrongly.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!" Yang Bo coughed a series of times.

"never mind."

Rong Wuye was worried alone. "You get off work."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to the room alone.

Yang Bo: "..." He hasn't said anything yet.

Time passed bit by bit, and after 1 o'clock in the evening, Rong Wuye finally fell asleep in his bed.

The young man hugged his neck. If he wanted to survive the beating, he could only protect his neck.

I don't know if I heard his prayers and compassion, but the fists and feet on my body gradually became less and less.

Maybe it's because these children are tired from being beaten. Hopefully they'd get tired of it soon so he could end this beating quickly.

Slowly, all the fists and feet disappeared.

But the young man was still afraid that those people did it on purpose, and he always maintained a posture to protect his neck and head.

At this moment, very light footsteps sounded next to him.

The young man pursed his lips nervously.

A voice like clear running water came from above: "Hey, why did they beat you?"

A pleasant voice buzzed in the young man's ears. At that time, he almost thought he was hallucinating.

"Hey, let me ask you, why did they beat you?" A small finger poked him.

The sound that sounded like running water suddenly came closer. The young man raised his head timidly.

He saw a girl in a black dress squatting next to him.

Her skin is a beautiful milky white, so fair that it shines through.

Her eyes are big and bright, more beautiful than the stars at night.

Her eyelashes are so long and her eyebrows are beautifully curved.

In her small cherry mouth, she gently bit a lollipop.

so cute.

He had seen that the lollipops were not expensive, but he couldn't afford them.

"Don't be afraid, I beat them away." The girl squatted down and saw him staring at her mouth. Then she suddenly realized what she was doing and took out a lollipop from behind her. "Want to eat?"

He didn't dare to speak, nod or shake his head.

The girl smiled crookedly, "Here you go."

The young man hesitated, but in the end he could not defeat his desire. He took the candy, carefully peeled off the sugar coating, and put the candy into his mouth.

So sweet, really sweet.

This little bit of sweetness in the bitter fate is particularly amazing.

Like a dream.

"What's your name?" she asked.

He winced and shook his head.

"Where are you from?" she asked again.

No, you can't, don't know where I'm from!

He shrank even more, still shaking his head.

"Don't you have a name and don't you know where you come from?"

The girl held out her hand to him.

She looks so clean, her hands are as clean as herself.

"My name is Nanhuang, and I am the eldest lady of the Nan family."

The eldest lady of the Nan family...

"Come with me, I'll keep you fed and clothed, and give you sweets."

He looked up at her greedily.

She looks like she is ten years old, so small, so clean, so cute and beautiful.

"By the way, you may not know. Many people in the Nan family say that I am mentally ill..." The girl smiled with her eyebrows crooked. "Will you dislike me?"

He shook his head violently.

How could those bad people say that about her, she was good, she was beautiful and good.

"Are you willing to follow me? As long as you listen to me, only listen to me, and only recognize me as your master, I will treat you well, treat you very, very well, and I will love and pamper you. You, give you some candy. No one else can hit you in the future, only me."

The girl tilted her head and smiled, "How about I give you a name? My name is Huang, and you can call me Feng. If you can always listen to me alone, I will give you my last name in the future. You can How about calling me Nanfeng?"

At this time, he seemed to see his pitiful light. His voice was extremely jerky, and he tried hard to make every word clear. "I can……"

"Miss...Master. I only listen to you. I only have...you."

She walked in front of him, squatted down, and stared into his eyes seriously.

The boy ducked suddenly.

Don't look, don't look, everyone will be afraid of me when they look at my eyes. Don't be afraid of me, please, don't even be afraid of me.

"So beautiful." Her hands were so small. Her small hands gently brushed his eyes, and her fingers were so soft.

She smiled brightly, "Feng, I like your eyes so much."

Shock spread in his heart, and her smile was warmer and dazzling than the sun.

…

In the nightmare, Mr. Rong Wu was shivering with cold, and he was shivering violently.

There was an electric blanket on his bed and the floor heating in the room was on.

However, even though he was covered with a thick quilt, he was still shivering from the cold, as if a layer of frost was about to form all over his body.

Finally woke up from the cold.

Rong Wuye sat up, his cold shivers still there.

Take a breath, it's full of cold frost mist.

He put on several pieces of clothing, locked them tightly, and walked in the cold and lonely corridor of the villa at night, until he reached Nanhuang's door.

He hesitated for a moment and opened the door.

He walked to the bed very lightly, restraining himself, and sat on the bed, looking at her with the little moonlight that came through.

Nanhuang...

It's really too much.

If you change your shell, I can recognize you at a glance.

I've just grown up, but you don't recognize me?

Have you really forgotten me? Do you really don’t want me anymore?

So cold...

He hesitated for a moment, then carefully reached into the quilt with his cold hands, and gently held one of her little hands.

I tried it when I was little and it didn't wake her up.

He held her hand with his left hand like a prayer. From the place where he held it, the coldness in his whole body melted away as quickly as spring snow.

He could only sleep without getting cold when he was with her.

However, neither he nor she knows why.