MTL - After the Divorce, I Was Entangled By the Sick and Charming Fifth Master-Chapter 33 ……Shut up

  Chapter 33...shut up

  Rong Fifth took off his black coat.

  Actually, it is not without benefits for her to pretend to be Bai Yueguang's double.

  Just like now, he has an aboveboard identity to serve her food.

but…

  Rong Wuye looked at his right hand in distress.

  At this moment, the right hand has been tied with plaster, which is not easy to use.

  I can't even hold the chopsticks steadily.

   Master Rong Wu was holding the chopsticks, and he felt a little anxious while holding them, and threw the chopsticks out of his anxiety.

   Nanhuang looked up at him.

  He was wearing a snow velvet shirt. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up for plastering. After taking off his coat, he undid a few buttons on the top of the shirt.

  The customary abstinence no longer exists, and there is a bit more unruly and perverse.

  Everyone calls him fifth master, but in fact he doesn't look much older than her.

   At most two or three years older.

   I don't know what method he used to conquer so many people's hearts, so that everyone in country Z respectfully called him, Fifth Master.

   Except her.

  He seemed to prefer her calling him crazy.

   Overall, he is a very strange man.

   Nanhuang glanced at the pair of chopsticks that had been thrown aside, and then glanced at the arm covered with plaster. She suddenly wanted to laugh.

  Thinking that he was injured in order to save her life, he felt heartless for laughing like this.

  So, she suppressed a smile in her heart, and then, she sandwiched a piece of braised pork ribs for him.

  Rong Fifth Master was annoyed when suddenly there was a spare rib in the bowl, he was stunned for a moment, and found that it was given by Nanhuang, so a gleam flashed in his eyes.

  He wanted to hold chopsticks again, but after trying, he simply switched to his left hand.

  My left hand grasped the size and got used to it, and soon I was able to eat with chopsticks.

   Not long after, Nanhuang picked another piece of fish for him, "Eat it, to replenish calcium."

  Master Rong Wu raised his head.

  When he is quiet, his face is indescribably beautiful. The outline is deep and handsome.

  He lowered his head, looked at the food in the bowl seriously, and frowned again. The inexplicably focused appearance made Nanhuang stare at it for two or three seconds.

  Afterwards, Nanhuang looked away.

   "I'll help you cut the clothes later." She said.

   "Reduce clothes?" Rong Wu raised his head to look at her, "The little thing wants to help me undress?"

   "..."

  He looks so good-looking, why did he have a mouth?

  Nanhuang calmly said: "Your arm is in plaster, and this shirt is not elastic, can you take it off by yourself? I will cut it for you with scissors later."

  Master Rong pursed the corners of his mouth lightly, raised the corners of his lips, stared at her with his black eyes for a moment, and then said meaningfully.

   "The little thing wants to tear Lao Tzu's clothes."

   "Shut up." Nanhuang took a few mouthfuls of rice, "Take it off yourself!"

  Looking at Nanhuang's deflated appearance, Fifth Master Rong felt that the more he used his left hand, the smoother it became, and the food in the bowl became more and more delicious.

  Well, today’s cook can get a little more salary.

"I'm just thinking, how can you tear one piece of clothing enough? Get a few more." As he spoke, Fifth Master Rong raised his head and said to Yang Bo: "The last time that famous designer, what hundreds of people hand-sewn, Bring that dress to me!"

   Nanhuang's back teeth were also sour. "...shut up. Eat yours!"

After finishing her meal, Nanhuang went back to her room. After checking that all the cameras in the room and the bathroom were removed, she took a relaxing bath and walked out of the bathroom. She saw the man sitting on the red leather sofa in her room. superior.

The man is as unrestrained and unrestrained as before, with his long legs crossed casually, lazily and freely. He is hanging a plaster cast in one hand, and rolled up his shirt sleeve a few times in the other hand. He is holding a mobile phone and looking at it seriously. Frowning slightly.

  This expression...

   Nanhuang stared again.

   "What are you doing?" Nanhuang stepped forward.

  The man raised his head, glanced at her for two seconds, and then hurriedly lowered his head.

After there was no monitoring, Nanhuang was obviously much more relaxed in the room. The young and elastic body that had just bathed was slightly steamed. The wine red high-end silk pajamas were close to her skin, and her milky white skin was fair. Set off more moist.

   "I'm waiting for you to cut the clothes." The man's slender long legs twitched and pointed to a direction, "the scissors are there. If you don't cut the clothes for me, I can't take a bath."

   Nanhuang looked along, and saw a pair of high-end tailoring scissors lying on a red cloth.

   It seems that cutting clothes has also been made a sense of ritual.

   He took the heavy pair of scissors and walked over. When she got closer, the man raised his head to look at her.

   "You are playing chess." Nanhuang glanced at his phone curiously.

  The Go game she played was the same net that she usually used to play chess.

   "New ID?"

   "Yes." Fifth Master Rong answered frankly.

  He watched her play chess online on the surveillance camera, so he also wanted to try playing Go online.

   Very good, can play with one hand.

   Nanhuang glanced at his ID, fifth master. It's really simple and easy to remember.

   "You and I are in the same region server, I will pull you down together in the future." Nanhuang said.

   "Okay." Fifth Master Rong smiled, he stretched out his right hand to her, and with a wink in his eyes, motioned for her to do it.

   "So generous, aren't you afraid that my scissors will pierce it directly?" Nanhuang said.

  Rong Wuye frowned again, as if thinking seriously. He said solemnly: "That's not good. I'm afraid of pain. Maybe I'll cry."

   Poof.

  He will cry? He was broken and didn't see him frown.

  After that, Fifth Master Rong seemed to be still thinking seriously, as if he had thought of something, and his expression was a little dull.

   "..." For some reason, Nanhuang didn't want to laugh anymore.

   "Just kidding. If you don't move around, I won't be able to hurt you."

  In order to cut his clothes, Nanhuang got very close, and the milky white piece directly hit the man's sight, delicate skin, slender neck, looking down along the delicate collarbone...

  The man's Adam's apple rolled up and down.

   "It's finished." After cutting, Nanhuang was a little tangled again. She looked up and saw the man staring at her deeply.

   "Is your shirt expensive?" Nanhuang immediately lowered her head.

   It seems too late to realize after cutting.

  The man curled his lips into a smile, and turned his head. "Of course it won't be cheap, you want to pay it back?"

   Nanhuang didn't want to talk to him anymore.

  Rong Wu stood up and began to take off the cut shirt in front of Nanhuang.

  In her closed room, an adult, extremely attractive, and extremely aggressive man was taking off his shirt.

   This really aroused Nanhuang's vigilance.

"what are you doing?!"

   Fifth Master Rong lowered his head, stared at her seriously, and finally curled up his thin lips.

   "Now in this villa, the bathroom in your room is not monitored. I take a shower here."

   Nanhuang opened her mouth to argue.

  Unexpectedly, Fifth Master Rong leaned over slightly, and his deep voice hit her ears. "After all, the monitoring of the vineyard is under the control of the eldest lady. What if the eldest lady wants to watch me take a bath, what should I do? I am not a man who is willing to let others watch me take a bath."

   "..." Nanhuang was speechless.

  (end of this chapter)