Lovesickness awaits

Chapter 313
Mao Tuan gave Mo Yan a sad look, you only eat grass, your whole family eats grass!

Mr. Li said lightly, "I have licked the fur too much, let it spit it out."

There is no need to supervise cats eating cat grass, but this fat man in my house has no self-consciousness at all. If you don't feed it, it will never take the initiative to eat it.

Mo Yan had no experience in keeping cats, but she was very curious. She took the cat grass from Mr. Li and fed it to the little guy.

Due to the gloomy eyes of the owner, the hairball kid could only bite the bullet and finish eating the cat grass in Mo Yan's hand, and immediately jumped away when the other party pulled the second wave.

Mo Yan sighed in disappointment, feeling a little unfinished.

Mr. Li looked at her, narrowed his eyes, and calmly reminded, "It's time to change the medicine."

Mo Yan blushed, and stammered, "You, um... aren't you going to take a bath?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Mo Yan wanted to slap himself. When can he get rid of the habit of talking nonsense when he is nervous!
Looking at Mr. Li again, sure enough, a dark green light flashed in the other person's eyes, he smiled lightly, his chest vibrated slightly, his voice was hoarse and magnetic, he raised his eyebrows, and said ambiguously , "I haven't showered for a long time, later, you have to help wash it, especially those places that are not easy to clean."

Mo Yan's face turned into a pig's liver, but some charming images involuntarily appeared in her mind, she stretched out her hand to her forehead, with a look of lovelessness: Mo Yan, you are hopeless!
There is a saying, if you are ugly, if you talk to you like this, it is a hooligan, but if you are good-looking, that is called flirting, and Mo Yan is so worthless that he was flirted with.

When she helped Mr. Li upstairs, she kept fantasizing about some restricted-rated images in her mind. No matter men or women, there are some things that are easy to understand once you taste the sweetness. Along the way, there was no heat on her face. Xiao Xiao, when we got to the bedroom, Mr. Li was lying on the bed, and said, "The medicine box is on the top floor of the locker, in the third compartment."

Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, his head was a little dizzy, and he said stupidly, "Shouldn't you take a bath?"

The line of Mr. Li's lips rose slightly, and he stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek. The smooth and delicate touch passed between his fingers, and he looked at her with a half-smile, and his deep voice gently touched his heart like a feather.

"You look...disappointed."

Mo Yan's cheeks became hot, and she pretended to be calm, "No, it's too late for me to be happy!"

As she spoke, she turned and ran to the locker, reaching for the medicine box on her toes.

Mr. Li looked at her back gently, a man has the dignity of being a man, his injuries would make it very inconvenient to take a bath, he didn't want Mo Yan to see him look weak and unable to control himself.

The wound was on the shoulder close to the chest. Before Mo Yan took off the gauze, she was not so nervous. After the gauze was taken off, she saw the centipede-like wound on Mr. Li's shoulder, and her heart trembled.

She still remembered the scene at that time. When Mr. Li was pulled out of the car, the sharp glass almost pierced his shoulder, and the blood almost dyed the short sleeves on his body red. The wound was stitched up, and she could still see the bloody mess in front of her eyes.

Her eyes were sore, she turned her eyes away, took the ointment, and applied it gently, patiently and meticulously.

Mr. Li looked at her drooping eyebrows, and his heart suddenly felt full. When Mo Yan bandaged the wound and went to pack the medicine box, he came to open the bedside table, took out a delicate box from it, and waved at Mo Yan. Say hello, "Come here."

Mo Yan walked over while wiping her hands, "What's wrong?"

Mr. Li patted the place beside him, and said in a low voice, "Come up."

Although Mo Yan was suspicious, he climbed onto the bed and got under his quilt.

Mr. Li took her hand, put it on his chest, and then unscrewed the small delicate box. Inside was a milky white ointment, which smelled a little strange, like Chinese herbal medicine, bitter, but not bad at all.

Mr. Li reached out and dug some out of it, applied it on the back of her hand, and then spread it carefully, covering all the fine and dense wounds, rubbing with jerky fingers.

Mo Yan took the small bottle and found that there were no words on it, and asked a little strangely, "Where did you get the ointment?"

Mr. Li didn't look up, and while massaging, he replied, "I asked someone to get it from abroad."

Mo Yan couldn't see Ming Tang, so she put the bottle aside again, seeing Mr. Li's appearance, she felt very happy again, and she whispered, "The doctor prescribed some medicine for me, don't you think it's much better? What a waste of money."

"It's for removing scars."

Mr. Li raised his eyes, looked at her, and said word by word, "In this world, except me, no one can leave marks on your body, not on your body, not even on your heart!"

Mo Yan was amused by his serious look, and poked his nose with his hand, "Comrade Li Jingyu, I have to say, your idea..."

She elongated her tone, narrowed her eyes, and said slowly, "It sounds quite comfortable."

Mr. Li curled up his lips, smeared her other hand, and said, "The old man granted me a month's vacation, where do you want to go?"

Mo Yan was overjoyed at first, and then thought of Mr. Li's injury, and suddenly became sluggish, "You should take good care of your injury, your father was very angry with me at first, I will abduct you again at this time, in case something happens If something happened, I would really have no face to see her."

"He's not mad at you."

Mr. Li pulled her over, pillowed her on his lower abdomen, and ran his fingers through her hair from top to bottom. The silky touch made him unable to put it down.

"He's mad at me."

"Why is he mad at you?"

Mo Yan said strangely, "I think he really cares about you."

Mr. Li paused with his fingers, lowered his eyes, "Tell me where you want to go, I'll let someone prepare in advance."

Such a deliberate skipping of this topic, obviously because he didn't want to continue, Mo Yan wisely didn't ask again.

"For me, in China, Lijiang, Yunnan, I haven't been to many places, we can live in a small town there for a month, the air is good, and there are local characteristics, while playing, I will nourish your body , very good, if you want to go abroad, go to Italy, see the water city of Venice, the ancient ruins of Rome, and then go to Glucose Manor to buy a few bottles of good wine for my dad, there are too many interesting places in Europe..."

Mo Yan turned over while talking, lying on his lower abdomen, and said suddenly, "By the way, there is something I forgot to tell you."

"what?"

Mo Yan sat up, raised his chin with his hand, frowned and looked at this face carefully, and said in a low voice, "Are you just Li Qiyun as a sister?"

Mr. Li took off her little hand, "Why do you ask that?"

"I met a woman in the supermarket today. I went to the supermarket to buy something with euros. The cashier refused to check out, so I settled for her."

(End of this chapter)