Dong--

A loud sound.

All the busy people in the kitchen turned their heads.

"Miss Tong, are you okay?!" Butler Zhou arranged flowers on the shelf next to the stairs. Since Tong Ran used the soil to run coffee for Mo Nanjue, he issued an order. All decorations can only be arranged in vases, and nothing related to soil is allowed.

"I... it's okay..." Tong Ran rubbed her knees, trembling in pain, but shook her head, "Don't bother me... I'll just ease it here."

If it is not necessary, she really doesn't want to bother anyone.

But it's the opposite every time.

"Do you like lying on the ground?" Suddenly, a cold male voice came into your ears.

Although it is cold, it has a little magnetic properties, which sounds very nice.

This is Monanjue's voice.

Tong Ran wanted to find a hole to get into... It turned out that he was in Dihao Dragon Garden?

Seeing that the lights in the study were off and there was no one on the sofa, she thought he was out.

"Butler Zhou, go and take down everything she has and throw it at the door," the man above his head said coldly again, "Since you like lying on the ground so much, it is the most suitable place."

"..." She just fell down. Is it necessary for him to be so fierce?

Besides, didn’t he know that her feet were inconvenient?!

"Young Master, this..." Butler Zhou spoke carefully, looking at the young master's expression, it seemed that he was here to be a real person?

But Miss Tong...

"Wait," Tong Ran raised his head in the pain, and Mo Nanjue said his true character. What if she really lives at the door, she gritted her teeth and said, "Why do you get angry when I fell? You don't know that my legs are inconvenient..."

This bite almost bit off the teeth.

She blinked her eyes in disbelief and found that the tall man in front of her... was actually wearing an apron and gloves?!

The apron is dark blue and the gloves are dark gray.

Judging from the material and workmanship... it seems that it is not an ordinary apron glove?

No…what did he do in such a dress?!

Could it be that she had to have surgery in person to cut off her legs?!

She thought about it and shrank her legs. A tearing pain came. The next moment, her whole body was picked up horizontally by her powerful arms.

When his body was placed flat on the sofa, Tong Ran opened his eyes wide and saw the man bent down, Armani was printed on the upper right corner of the apron.

...He actually had to go to Armani to customize even his apron and gloves?!

"If you smile a little more, I'll cut your mouth off."

Tong Ran curled her lips, and she laughed and got in the way of him again?

Does this man have obsessive-compulsive disorder?

Mo Nanjue got up and sat on the edge of the sofa, lifted her feet, and cut her blood-seeking white gauze to replace it with a new one.

When applying the medicine, Tong Ran still grinned in pain, but she didn't dare to scream again this time. If Mo Nanjue had to touch her feet in public again... she would have really jumped off the building.

"Sit here and don't move," the man shook her wrapped legs on the sofa, turned around and walked, "If I find that you move even if you move, I will take your legs off."

Tong Ran hurriedly closed her eyes and bounced her right leg onto the sofa, but because the sofa was soft, there was no expected pain.

This bastard!

If you have the ability, come and quit!

"Miss Tong, please drink some water." Butler Zhou carefully brought the water cup to Tong Ran.
Chapter completed!