Allure: The Man God's Love Wanted

Chapter 70 Am I Shy? 【04】

God, let her die.

The matter didn't end there, and soon she felt cold and wet on her calf.

The water poured on her hand flowed down, flowed over the tea table and down again, dripped on her calves, and slipped into the white carpet.

"Ah..." She screamed, jumped up and rushed towards the tissue box in the distance.

He grabbed the tissue box, pulled it out one by one, and pressed all of them onto the carpet that was as big as a wet fist.

Then came the coffee table, and then the laptop.

a mess.

……

"What are you doing?" Nie Jiajun's cold voice sounded from behind.

His voice is very special, it should be a haughty and ruthless voice, mixed with the not-so-fluent Chinese pronunciation, sometimes it is very pleasant, and sometimes it is chilling.

Just like now, Lu Xiya, who felt ashamed in her heart, felt particularly creepy after hearing this.

Miserable, more than [-] Persian carpets, his beloved, are gone and destroyed.

Holding a dozen or so pieces of tissue paper in both hands, she felt guilty and scared like never before, and slowly turned around: "I..."

Nie Jiajun walked over quickly, reached out and grabbed her arm, his face darkened, and he growled, "What did you do?"

Angry, he was really angry.

Lu Xiya hurriedly lowered her head: "I'm sorry, I will be responsible for cleaning it, and I will take the computer for repairs, and I will pay for it myself. I'm sorry, don't be angry."

Some people are never angry, but that doesn't mean they won't be angry.

It's just that this kind of anger is often more ferocious and terrifying than those who usually lose their temper.

When this kind of person loses his temper, it means that the matter has become too big, so big that this kind of person cannot forgive and appease his anger.

Inexplicably, she was afraid that he would be angry. As for why she was afraid, she thought it was because she was dependent on others, and food, clothing and housing were all his, so she lacked confidence.

Nie Jiajun pulled her arm very hard, pushing her down on the sofa next to her.

At this moment, the contents of the soap opera appeared in her mind, the female protagonist was pushed down on the sofa by the male protagonist, and then slapped on the head and face.

The slap made the heroine dizzy, and the corners of her mouth were bloodshot.

With such blood, could it be that she wants to be the heroine of a soap opera?
Just when she instinctively covered her face with her hands and struggled to escape, Nie Jiajun squatted down in front of her.

Hold her left calf and order: "Don't move, let me see your wound."

"Wound?" Lucia was stunned.

"Can't you take good care of yourself? Hurt yourself in the blink of an eye, and don't forget that your right foot isn't healed yet."

"I...." When did she hurt herself?
She put her hand down, and saw Nie Jiajun stretched out his right hand and wiped it on her knee.

A pool of red liquid was wiped away, revealing intact skin.

No wounds.

Now, Nie Jiajun was stunned: "No wound?"

He took a tissue to wipe off the liquid on his finger, pulled her to check carefully, and found that there was indeed no trauma on the knee.

Then he didn't give up and went to check elsewhere.

It is possible that the blood on the knee dripped there from somewhere else.

After searching for a while but not finding it, he raised his eyes to look at her: "Do you feel any pain?"

She shook her head, looking through his body, looking at the coffee table behind him.

There were French fries there, when the water stains were wiped just now.

The fries were far away and the ketchup seemed to be partly missing.

(End of this chapter)