Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

There was silence all around, only the sound of wind.

Suddenly, the phone rang and it was Mrs. Jiang's call.

"Ice and snow."

"Auntie, you said." He stepped aside to answer the phone.

Fang Ideal stood there for a while, took out his mobile phone, found the number of the big boss, and dialed it.

Knocking, knocking, knocking.

Jiangweier opened the door, and the waiter stood at the door and handed the medicine box: "The spare medicine you want."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Jiang Weier closed the door and walked to the bedside carrying the medicine box: "Nothing to tell me?"

From entering this room to now, he hasn't explained a word, and has been silent.

"Lin Shu——"

He raised his head to look at her, his eyes flushed.

The medicine box in her hand fell to the ground and suddenly panicked: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Weier had only seen Xiao Linshu shed tears on TV. This was the first time that he blushed in front of her.

She couldn't see him like this, and her eyes turned red: "Don't cry, I won't ask, I won't ask."

"Vill."

"Ok?"

He reached out and tried to touch her face, but there was blood on his hand, which was very dirty, so he lowered his head and kissed her eyes: "Don't you like wearing white skirts?"

As soon as he bowed his head, tears fell on her face.

"I like it if you like it." She grabbed his hand and pressed it against his face, not too dirty, and let the blood from his palm touch his face. "Before we were together, I had seen a lot of your interviews. , You said you like girls in white dresses, they will smile very tenderly."

At that time, they weren't together yet. She tried her best to become everything he liked. She began to grow long hair, began to wear skirts, and began to sit upright and walk neatly.

"Then do you know why?"

She shook her head.

His voice was choked and hoarse: "Because of you."

There is no ideal type, it has always been her.

"Xue Bingxue said you never wear skirts before, no, you wear them."

He didn't know that she didn't love skirts, but when he saw her for the first time, she was wearing a white skirt. From then on, the person in his dreams and all his preferences were her.

At that time, he was only eighteen years old, and in the most embarrassed manner, he met her.

"Sorry, did you fall anywhere?"

He staggered and ran into her.

He could not stand and fell to the ground. She went to help him, but he yelled, "Don't touch me!"

At that time, Jiang Weier, who was only eighteen years old, was frightened by the guard in his eyes. He got up on his own and stumbled out.

There was the entrance of the hotel. On that day, it was Jiangweier's coming-of-age ceremony. The lobby of the hotel even had a banner wishing her a happy birthday.

The banner was made by Xue Baoyi. He has always been exaggerated. He was only fifteen years old. He perm a very non-mainstream hair, pulling it like two to five eighty thousand.

"Where is the mad boy, being so unreasonable to our aunt." Xue Baoyi was still a young boy, like a little ruffian, and raised his chin towards Jiangweier, "Hey, your skirt is dirty."

She touched the red spot.

"is blood."

It was the young man next to Xue Baoyi who was still very immature, but he could see that he had given birth to a good skin, but his body looked weak, sick, and very thin.

That was 14-year-old Jiang Zhi.

"Why isn't my uncle here yet? Weir finally lost a bet and wore a skirt. I shouldn't let him come and look at her so awkwardly that she can't walk this way."

"roll."

Xue Baoyi snorted. She was from Jiangweier. She loved kicking people when she was young.

"You go in first and wait for me." Father Shou Xing suddenly changed directions and walked out.

"Where are you going?"

She waved her hand back and ran across the road.

There is a park on the other side of the road. Turn left for 500 meters in the park. There is a pharmacy. She ran to and back, panting and sweating profusely.

"Hey!" she shouted.

The young man sitting by the fountain stone looked up. He was wearing a mask all the time, only showing a pair of very beautiful eyes. It was the person who hit her in the hotel just now.

It is 18-year-old Xiao Linshu.

In the summer, he wore long clothes and trousers. There was not much exposed skin. It was just a little bit big. There were all wounds, cuts, and burns. Most of them were scabs, only the left wrist was still there. bleed.

His eyes are red and he has cried.

"Why are you crying?"

He said nothing.

She shook the medicine bag in front of him: "Here, here it is."

He didn't answer, turned around and ignored it.

The eighteen-year-old girl was at the age of sharp-edgedness. She had another good birth. She hadn't met anyone who gave her such a face. She was amused: "You soiled my skirt. Why are you so tempered?"

Still silent.

After a long time, he turned his head and looked at her skirt. The white skirt was stained with blood, which he rubbed against her just now.

The wound on his wrist looked like a sharp knife, still bleeding.

She looked miserable, eh, she sighed, took out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide from the bag, and was about to pull his hand over to disinfect it. He hadn't touched it yet, and he reacted a lot. Back.

"I am dirty."

There was still youthful clarity in his voice, just as if he had torn his throat, dry and dumb.

His shoulders were trembling, and he repeated dumbly: "I am dirty."

"I'll wash it for you and it won't get dirty." She grabbed his hand directly and poured the diluted hydrogen peroxide on it.

He flinched.

"pain?"

He avoided her probing gaze and said nothing.

She dipped some ointment, wiped his wound, and finally wrapped him with a bandage, which was messed up: "If it hurts, you can cry."

She saw it, the sadness and despair in his eyes.

Perhaps the girl’s voice was too gentle, and he passed his defense line silently. He bowed his head, his tears hit the ground, then hugged his knees, howling...

The sun was very big and there was a little wind. In his teary eyes, only the girl's skirt was swinging.

She buckled her peaked cap on his head and pressed it, almost covering half of his face.

"So that others can't see it."

He cried for a long time, until there was no sound behind him, and she did not leave. She sat on the rock next to him silently. After he finished crying and raised his head, she stood up, and the sun blushed her face. . Tears muzzled his eyes, and he could still see her clearly, with short hair and ears, delicate and beautiful.

She said, "Then I'm leaving."

"Vill! Jonville!"

In the distance, the teenagers were calling her.

She turned around and responded: "Don't rush, just come." Then she threw the medicine to him, "This medicine is rubbed three times a day, and once this day."

"Vill!"

"I'm coming."

She ran into the crowd, a corner of the white skirt dangling in his sight for a long time.

Jiang Weier.

Her name is Jiang Weier.

That day, it was Jiang Weier's eighteenth birthday. She lost the bet and put on a white dress that she would never wear. Xue Bingxue was absent from her coming-of-age ceremony and did not see her walking awkwardly in a dress.

That day, Xiao Linshu went to Jin Song for the first time. He sold himself for one hundred thousand yuan, but she appeared when he was most filthy.

See you again, six years later, he is an actor, she is the coach of the Taekwondo gym, and his martial arts instructor. She didn't recognize him, she didn't even remember a teenager crying in front of her six years ago.

"Did you recognize me when you were in the Taekwondo Gym?"

Xiao Linshu nodded.

How could I not recognize it, I recognized it at a glance, and then...every step is wrong.

He put the USB flash drive that he had held for a long time in her hand.

"what is this?"

"It's evidence."

It's evidence of his insatiable greed and error.

He didn't know how long he held this metal USB flash drive. It was hot and sweaty on it. Jiangweier's heart beat so badly that he panicked, "Is that why the ice and snow acted rough to you?"

He said: "Xue Bingxue is not wrong, I made the mistake."

"you--"

Suddenly, the alarm went off.

Immediately afterwards, Jonville's cell phone rang.

She swallowed the words back and answered the phone first.

It's Xue Baoyi: "Weir, something happened to Jiang Zhi."

Fifteen minutes back in time.

The wedding march just sounded, and Xue Baoyi received a strange call.

The other party's voice was a little shaky: "Boss."

This chirping voice Xue Baoyi didn't recognize who it was for a while: "Who?"

‘Haggling’ said, "Boss, it’s me."

Damn, Xue Baoyi is impatient: "Who are you?"

The ‘chigging’ on the other end of the phone said dryly, "I’m Fang Ideal, the newly promoted weaver girl, don’t you remember me, boss?"

Xue Baoyi took a shot at the wine glass and smiled: "Remember, I am very impressed." The guy who likes to curse people and Caibi the most in playing games.

At this moment, the guy who likes to curse people at the game is very respectful on the phone: "This is the boss, your uncle fought with someone, oh, don't worry, it was your uncle who single-sided assaulting others, and then I hurt my hand. Are you free? Can you come and pick up the wounded? The wounded looks emotionally unstable. Here is the stern again. In case of any short-sightedness..." She paused, "Boss , Are you listening?"

Xue Baoyi knocked on the table: "Listening."

Fang Ideal asked for instructions: "Will you come here?"

Xue Shengshang Baoyi: "Yeah."

Fang·Lady·Ideal: "Then I will welcome you here."

Actress!