President's Runaway Lover

"Enron, wake up and hurry up." Cheng Xiaoyu is an acute child. He doesn't care. He goes up directly and pinches Enron's cheek.

Bursts of pain came from his face, tightened his eyebrows, shook his head, and looked at everything in front of him faintly.

"What's the matter with you? Are you trying to kill me?" Cheng Xiaoyu is even more worried when he looks at Enron and can't find the north. He won't be knocked on the back of his head.

Lu Jingxiao shakes Cheng Xiaoyu's arm and signals her not to rush. Looking at Enron's expression, it seems that it will take some time.

"Sit down and speak slowly." Lu Jingxiao took Enron's hand and walked slowly to the sofa.

Enron just walked in the direction of Lu Jingxiao's traction. He didn't make a sound until he sat down. Maybe the corner of the sofa touched her wound.

"What's going on today?" Lu Jingxiao brought Enron a glass of water and motioned her to moisten her throat first.

Seeing that Enron still has a cloudy expression, Cheng Xiaoyu is really worried. If she goes on, she can't talk about monkey years and horses.

So he took Enron's left hand and put it in front of her. He asked angrily, "what's the matter with you today?"

Enron was obviously startled by his hand wrapped into pig's feet. After he quickly took his hand back, he seemed to wake up for more than half, and said leisurely, "I seem to have been hit by a car today."

If it's not against the law to beat a sick man, Cheng Xiaoyu really wants to slap Enron on's forehead. What's it like being hit by a car? Don't you know.

"Don't worry, don't worry, speak slowly." Still Lu Jingxiao was careful and immediately noticed Cheng Xiaoyu's impatience. She had to comfort Enron slowly.

"Well, after I was hit by a car, the owner took me to the hospital and bandaged me." Enron paused when she said this, because she thought of the man and the tenderness when he picked himself up.

"I was hit by a car. Why are you so happy? Was it hit by a pig?" Cheng Xiaoyu really wants to take Enron's head out and see if it's made of bean curd. If she's hit by a car, how can she let that person lose all her money.

"Well, well, drizzle, don't interrupt. Let's go into the house safely and have a rest." Lu Jingxiao continues to play the role of peacemaker. It used to be like this. Cheng Xiaoyu's temper is too easy to quarrel with others. Generally, she can only hold it when she is nearby.

"I see. Let her in." Although Cheng Xiaoyu still has a lot of questions to ask, Enron is not suitable to ask any more.

The two of them said good or bad things before they got Enron into the bedroom. When Lu Jingxiao covered Enron with a quilt, she sighed gently. Looking at the scar on her arm, it was estimated that she would leave a scar, but the girl was not interested at all.

"Sleeping?" Cheng Xiaoyu stood at the door and looked hard into the crack of the door.

"Well, go to bed. Don't quarrel with her. Let's cook some porridge for her." Lu Jingxiao rolled up her sleeves and went to the kitchen. Now Enron is weak. It's better to eat porridge.

Cheng Xiaoyu leaned against the door frame, looked at Lu Jingxiao and said, "what's the matter with Enron?"

Grains of slender rice fell off Lu Jingxiao's hands and fell on the porcelain plate, making a nice crackling sound.

"When she wakes up, let her say it herself." Lu Jingxiao smiled. She knew Enron's character best. Although she didn't speak at ordinary times, she was extremely persistent in her heart. What she identified was easy to refuse to let go. Coupled with Enron's expression just now, it seems that Enron also encountered something this time.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to care. It's annoying." Cheng Xiaoyu pushed the door frame with his palm and left angrily.

Lu Jingxiao shakes her head. Cheng Xiaoyu is like this. She can't stand it every time.

In the evening, there was a popping sound on the kitchen stove. A burst of rice fragrance spread to the living room. Lu Jingxiao got up and went to the kitchen.

In the bedroom, Enron straightened up. Now the whole body is soft. Enron held his forehead and looked at the watch on the wall. It's already nine o'clock in the evening. It's dark outside. Only the moon is still hanging obliquely in mid air.

"Wake up?" Cheng Xiaoyu chews a cucumber in his mouth, pushes the door open and comes in half.

"Yes." Enron has no spirit now, and his voice is soft and weak.

"Come out and eat. Lu Jingxiao made it for you." Cheng Xiaoyu opens the door to ventilate the bedroom.

"Wake up? Come here quickly. " A bowl of white porridge was just brought to the table by Lu Jingxiao. The rich rice fragrance immediately opened Enron's appetite.

After pulling two spoons with a spoon, Enron felt better in his stomach.

"Eat slowly." Lu Jingxiao looked at Enron and felt a little relieved.

"Now can you tell me how you were hit by a car?" Cheng Xiaoyu asked leisurely on his chair.

Enron put down his spoon, stared at the bowl of porridge, as if remembering something, and said, "I was accidentally hit by the car behind me when I turned the corner."

Without much explanation, Cheng Xiaoyu still feels that Enron is hiding something from her and Lu Jingxiao, but Lu Jingxiao winks at her, so Cheng Xiaoyu has to give up the idea of asking.

"You, how old are you? You don't watch when you walk." If you don't ask the exit, you have to turn it into nagging. Anyway, Cheng Xiaoyu talks a lot.

"Well, I see." Enron's head is a little open. It may be because she lost blood this morning. Now she just wants to go back and have a rest.

"Well, Xiaoyu, let Enron go back to the bedroom and have a rest. You and I clean up the dishes and chopsticks." Lu Jingxiao stood up and said.

"Aren't you surprised?" Cheng Xiaoyu stops the tap and looks at Lu Jingxiao and asks.

Lu Jingxiao glanced at her and then

The action in his hand said, "I think you think too much. Besides, Enron is an adult, and we don't have to intervene in some things."

A word blocked all the words behind Cheng Xiaoyu. She had to turn on the tap and continue to brush the dishes.

Lu Jingxiao has a lot of worries here, and Si Nanyuan has a hard time there. This morning, he received news that Lu Jingxiao didn't find. He felt that he must have raised a group of waste.

"Mr. Si, tea." Qi Mei came in, shook his tall horse's tail and quietly put the tea cup on the table.

Si Nanyuan looked at her and said, "it's hard."

Normally, Qi Mei would leave when she heard this, but today, when Qi Mei turned around, she was stopped by Si Nanyuan.

"You said, where do your women usually go when they run away from home?" Si Nanyuan beat his knuckles with a pen, clattering.

Qi Mei's delicate long eyebrow finally waited for an opportunity. It was an opportunity to bring Si Nanyuan closer to himself.

Looking back, he said, "I guess it's my best friend's house."