Zhimian also forgot when the registration form was put in his pocket two days ago, and forgot to take it out.

She listened to Duan Zhuo's replies and felt amazement.

It's over...

Still found.

Zhimian's cheeks were red. She looked away, and she was not good at lying, and she was hesitant but couldn't explain a word. She also knew that she could not hide it at this moment, so she lowered her head: "I was wrong."

Duan Zhuo looked at her, took a deep breath, and the eyebrows were cold.

When he walked up to her, he threw the registration form in front of her, his voice softly:

"I sprained my ankle two days ago?"

She agreed.

Duan Zhuo licked his alveolar and smiled: "So he deliberately hid it from me and lied to me that he wanted to go shopping in D City? Don't you want to come back to see me? Or don't you want me to find you?"

"No," Zhimian explained anxiously, "I just don't want to affect your work, so I didn't tell you..."

"Then you chose to lie to me and lied to me for so many days?"

“…”

Knowing the Smile, he knows that he is incompetent, and he droops his head and can't speak.

His tone became a little serious: "You think I won't worry about this? Am I still your boyfriend?"

Zhimian's lips were buzzing, wanting to apologize to him, but the next moment Duan Zhuo turned around and walked out of the bedroom, not even giving her a chance to listen to her.

Zhimian was stunned.

I didn't expect him to be so angry.

She really didn't want him to worry too much...

She buried her head and gently tugged at her palms with her fingers. She felt warm water vapor overflowing into her eyes, accentuating a sour meaning.

On the other side, Duan Zhuo went to the kitchen downstairs, just trying to turn off the heat of the porridge cooking.

He uncovered the lid of the purple clay teapot, briefly prepared the ingredients, then scooped out two bowls, placed them on the dining plate, and then placed two plates of side dishes, and finally turned back to the upper floor.

When he walked into the bedroom, he saw Zhimian sitting down with his head hanging down. He put the plate on the coffee table, and his tone was natural: "Are you hungry? Do you want to come over to have a meal first?"

The girl did not respond.

Duan Zhuo walked to her again. Seeing that she was motionless, he noticed something. He raised his hand and gently picked up her face. He saw the little girl's eyes red, tears rolling, feeling aggrieved.

His eyebrows sank, "Why are you crying?"

Zhimian lowered his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered. The man sat down and immediately hugged her in his arms. His fingertips wiped off her tears. He had no choice but to raise the corners of his lips: "Child, let me say a few words to you, why did you cry?"

Zhimian's mouth sagged, and then a burning and warm kiss fell on her wet eyes, coaxing her with an extra gentle touch.

After a while, Duan Zhuo looked at her and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Stop crying, huh?

He laughed, "How did it turn out to be like I bullying you?"

Zhimian muttered in a low voice: "You are so fierce..."

Duan Zhuo couldn't help laughing, "Why, are you still afraid of me?"

When quarrels, her temper is even more stubborn than his.

She hummed softly, Duan Zhuo rubbed her head, feeling that she was as cute as a child when she was angry, and he coaxed:

"Okay, my fault, I shouldn't betray you. I know you are afraid that I will worry, but if you don't tell me like this, I find that you will be even more worried. If I hide the news of your injury, won't you be angry?"

Zhimian thought about it, it was true. She felt uncomfortable when he pushed her away and refused to let her see the bandaged wound.

"I won't do this next time." She said.

"Hmm." He looked at her ankle, "So your feet are like this now, or are they the result of two days of rest? How serious was it before?"

"I can hardly leave anymore. I can't come back, I lied to you."

Duan Zhuo sighed, "I'll go to the hospital with me tomorrow. Have you heard?"

“Aren’t you busy with training lately?”

"It doesn't matter if you take a leave occasionally. Keep your feet first and don't think about others."

Zhimian hugged him tighter and leaned against his shoulder: "Duan Zhuo, then aren't you angry?"

He sneered, "I don't care about the children."

“…”

She was so angry that her face was pinched, and he asked, "Come here to drink porridge?"

"Okay...what did you do?"

"Ripe porridge, there are only some things in the refrigerator," he picked her up and put them on the sofa. "What do you like to eat these two days, please order your phone and let someone bring the ingredients here."

Zhimian thought that he was busy recently and had to cook for her was too hard, so he said, "Actually, I can order takeaway?"

He glanced at her, and a look directly wiped out her courage.

Zhimian drank the hot porridge and thought for a while, "Duan Zhuo, can you invite an aunt? You just need to help with cooking, and you don't have to stay at any other time."

In this way, he doesn't have to worry too much, and he can have food when he gets home.

Duan Zhuo thought for a moment, called Zhuang Jiarong and told him about this.

A few minutes later, he hung up the phone and put his phone on the coffee table: "Lao Zhuang said he would arrange for a chef and aunt to come over, and he would take care of your life normally, so he didn't have to worry about three meals."

Duan Zhuo thought that it was not because he was worried, but because he asked an aunt to take care of Zhimian when he was not at home, so as not to accidentally bump into the girl when she walked alone. And if she needed to boil some Chinese medicine, someone could help.

Zhimian sighed, this seems to be a bit of a big deal...

She is not that serious.

However, she didn't dare to object, for fear that she would make the man unhappy again later.

After the meal, Duan Zhuo helped her apply medicine, and then gently pressed her. Zhimian leaned against the bed so comfortably that he leaned against the bed, and his heart was so happy that he bubbled up in his heart: "Duan Zhuo, are you the only one serving me like this?"

Duan Zhuo smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Do you feel very honored?"

“A little bit.”

After all, he rarely used to be so gentle.

Zhimian looked at him and said, "Do you remember one time when I was fighting in a bar, and then you took me away and scolded me?"

Duan Zhuo vaguely recalled, "What's wrong?"

"You were so fierce to me at that time."

He curled his lips, "You're such a revenge?"

Zhimian hugged the pillow and touched the rabbit ears of the pillow, "I know you sometimes do it for my own good, but I hope you don't always betray me, just like that time, in fact, I don't want to fight with others. You are afraid that I will be hurt, but you are raped by me, which will make me feel even more sad..."

Zhimian is a person who is soft but not hard, but Duan Zhuo is just a person who is hard-mouthed and soft-hearted.

So sometimes there will be friction when two people communicate.

Duan Zhuo thought for a moment, licked his lips, looked up at her, "Then I won't be cruel to you anymore, okay?"

Since his little girl doesn't like to listen, he controls his temper.

Zhimian nodded, "If you are bullied me in the future, I will remind you."

Duan Zhuo smiled, "Okay."-

At night, after Zhimian applied medicine to her feet, she drew in the room.

Duan Zhuo went to work and went to the gym to exercise for an hour before returning to the bedroom until nearly ten o'clock.

He walked in, saw that she had just closed the computer, and asked, "Have you finished drawing?"

"Actually, I was staying in the hotel two days ago and drawing drafts. Then it became easier. Have you finished your work?"

"Um."

"I want to take a shower." She put the computer next to her.

Duan Zhuo walked to her, hugged her, and a low voice fell into her ears:

"I'll take you to wash?"

Zhimian was stunned. Seeing his slutty smile on his face, he knew that this person's purpose must be more than simple. Duan Zhuo explained loudly: "Your foot is injured now, and it is inconvenient to take a shower alone. What if you slip? "

“Um…”

This is indeed a problem.

Duan Zhuo didn't give her a chance to hesitate, so he picked her up and walked towards the bathroom, then turned outside and took a high stool to let her have a place to sit.

Zhimian sat down, Duan Zhuo first lifted up his clothes and placed them aside.

Men have excellent figures, smooth muscle lines, and strong strength. They have been trained for a long time at first glance. Moreover, their muscles are not exaggerated, and they will not make people feel terrifying, but they only feel male hormones that are exposed to A-explosive.

I don’t know how many fans of Duan Zhuo want to see this scene with my own eyes.
To be continued...