That's right. This is why he never touched his sister's snow-raising.

He refused to comment: "It's not serious. Just go back and apply some medicine."

She gasped.

He was obviously allergic to cat hair, so he chose cats for himself early in the morning and brought the cat back...

Just because I know I like cats?

Watching him leave, he hurriedly followed him out, watching him leave.

…

night.

Lan Youci politely declined Aunt Hong's help and took a shower by herself.

Afraid that Aunt Hong found out that her injuries had healed, she did not remove the gauze on her hand.

Let's talk about it in a few days.

She was in front of the mirror on the bathroom and was about to pick up the hair dryer to blow her hair when she heard the bedroom door open and someone came in.

In the mirror, Jin Zhanheng's figure is reflected in it.

She was stunned: "Mr. Jin, why are you here?"

"Come and have a look."

“…You are allergic to you.”

"It's okay." He put his hands into his trouser pockets, "I'm blowing his hair?"

She nodded and could only use her left hand to pick up the hair dryer and blow up her hair.

As a right-handed man, blowing his hair with his left hand is a bit troublesome to be honest.

In particular, the hair dryer rack is just on the right hand side.

Seeing that she was struggling, he walked into the bathroom, stood behind her, pressed against her body, and took the hair dryer in her hand not easily noticed.

She was stunned. Before she could say a word, he lifted her hair with one hand and blew her with the other.

Just like when she was having dinner today, she didn't dare to speak out.

After his hair was blown dry, he put it back on the hair dryer.

She recovered and lifted up a strand of her hair. In addition to the fragrance of shampoo, it seemed that the breath of his fingers remained. Suddenly her heart beat faster and she quickly broke the embarrassment: "Thank you, Mr. Jin."

He approached her ear, and blew air as if nothing had happened, burning like a hot air blowing from the hair dryer:

"Master Lan is my distinguished guest. My hand is injured. I will take care of you. I will take care of you. If you have any other needs, I can ask you if you want, I will definitely satisfy you."

need……

satisfy……

Why does this word sound so...

Well, ambiguous?

She hurried out of the bathroom.

After walking a few steps, I stopped and turned back:

"So, can Mr. Jin do me a favor?"

Jin Zhanheng also slowly followed into the bedroom with his eyebrows raised.

She calmed down: "I want that crazy kidnapper to meet. I wonder if Mr. Jin can arrange it?"

The kidnapper is currently being treated in a designated hospital for police and is under custody.

Because he is a serious criminal, most people cannot get close to him. Let alone have close contact with him.

but……

Perhaps the status of the Jin family in the south of the city can be arranged?

Jin Zhanheng's eyes moved, but he didn't expect that the request she made was actually this: "Why do you want to see the bandit who kidnapped you?"

Of course she couldn't say it explicitly, and just quietly looked up: "If Mr. Jin feels troublesome, forget it."

He realized that she didn't want to say more about the reasons and pondered for a while:

"I'll notify you after the arrangement."

Without saying anything extra, I said a word and left.

...

Perhaps she got Jin Zhanheng's promise that she knew that she was not surprised and could meet the kidnapper. She felt much more relaxed and went to bed early.

She wanted to confirm from the kidnapper's mouth the specific details of the day she was stabbed several times.

I fell asleep very quickly today.

Until a meow sounded in my ears.

Huh?

Could it be that butter comes in?
Chapter completed!