Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 190 The Child Was Injured?
"Are you the child's assistant?" Lu Jingyan leaned against the door with a calm expression. He had seen the daily photos Song Xiaolin posted on the Internet, and there was this girl in it.

"Ah? Child? Who is the child?" Ji Yu was taken aback, but quickly realized, "Oh, is that Sister Song? That's right, I am Sister Song's assistant. You...why are you here?"

He didn't answer, and pointed to the room, "The child is taking a bath."

The faint sound of running water really came from inside.

She was shocked!
One bite at a time, one child at a time, it's pampering and suave, especially the tone is so natural that it seems like a kind of intimacy between a boyfriend and a boyfriend, and Sister Song is so relieved of this Young Master Lu?

In a trance, Ji Yu suddenly remembered the dinner party three months ago. In the stairwell, he held Sister Song's hand tightly, with endless tenderness in his eyes. Old acquaintances... combined together, she had already faintly sensed something was wrong.

But Sister Song was still unwilling to admit it.

But judging from the current situation, the relationship between them is 100% not simple.

Suddenly, the originally withered flower came back to life.

The cp she knocked on has always been true!
No be! No be!

Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, Lu Jingyan asked a little tiredly, "What's the matter with you?"

"Oh...!" Ji Yu immediately shook the bag in his hand, and said seriously, "I brought something for Sister Song, she was injured during filming today."

Suddenly, his eyes sank, "Is the child injured?"

What is this sudden approaching oppressive feeling...

Ji Yu swallowed his saliva, and answered truthfully: "Sister Song was slapped in a scene today. The actresses in the same group deliberately made things difficult and ng many times. The back of Sister Song's face was scratched by the ring."

The more she spoke, the lower her voice was, just because the sinister aura all over her body was getting heavier and heavier.

There was a brief silence in the air.

"give it to me."

Lu Jingyan's hand had already taken the bag, and there was no chance for anyone to refuse, "Do you have anything else to do?"

She shook her head immediately: "It's okay...it's okay, then Mr. Lu, I'll go first."

After the words fell, she fled away like flying.

Although Lu Jingyan's body is gentle and elegant, but more of it is cold and alienated from the bottom of his bones. Once angry, his gentleness is an invisible knife, which is fatal without blood. The oppressive feeling is really too terrifying.

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Song Xiaolin came out of the bathroom, put on a nightdress and coat, and couldn't wait to come to eat.

Her body is very fragrant, it is a faint milk-flavored shower gel.

Lu Jingyan sat on the sofa, neither reading nor playing with his mobile phone, as if he was thinking about something.

She glanced sharply at the red bag beside her and asked, "What did you buy?"

He looked up at her, "Your assistant sent it over."

assistant?Ji Yu?
Ji Yu!

Damn it, forgot about this!
She suddenly widened her eyes: "Did you open the door?"

He raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and asked, "Otherwise?"

"..." So, he met Ji Yu? ? ?
At that time, Song Xiaolin only had three words in his mind... Sin.

She picked up the phone and looked, as expected, it was all messages from Ji Yu.

In fact, the headache was so bad that I simply turned a blind eye.

Because there are more important things to solve at the moment.

She picked up the fried rice noodles and was about to sit down and have a good meal, but Lu Jingyan hooked her hand, "Sit down."

"..."

She said she was too busy eating, but walked over obediently and sat beside him.

But in the next second, he suddenly pinched her chin, turned his face to him, and looked carefully. There was indeed a slight red scar on her fair and tender face. Although the wound was shallow, he still felt distressed.

Song Xiaolin chewed for a while, met his gloomy gaze without warning, and saw his slightly raised brows, and asked inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

Is she ugly without makeup?

He stroked her face and said in a low voice, "You're hurt."

The warmth came from her palm one by one, and she was stunned.

After a few seconds, she finally realized that she was a little surprised, apparently not expecting him to notice the insignificant scar on her face: "Are you referring to this small scar on my face?"

He defaulted, "Does it hurt?"

She nodded and shook her head: "It hurts a little, but it's gone now."

He leaned over, "I'll apply medicine to you."

"...No need, it's just a small injury, just sleep and it will be fine tomorrow." Song Xiaolin was a little bit resistant, after all, it was really just a small wound, and there was no need to apply medicine at all. First, he felt that it was unnecessary. Exaggeration, the second is that she is not so delicate.

(End of this chapter)