"Brother Chen, you..."

Jiuyan didn't believe what she felt.

Yun Yichen is actually rubbing her hair?

You're right.

Why is it so good today? I help her with medicine and wash her hands. I even help her with hair now.

Are you sure the sun rises from the west today?

"No, Brother Chen, I can do it myself."

As he said that, Jiuyan reached out to take a towel from Yun Yichen's hand.

But Yun Yichen did not give her this opportunity: "There are still water droplets until now, are you sure you can?"

Jiuyan:...

What do you mean to be sure you can?

It was obvious that she was wiping, but you came over. It was just a coincidence that she didn't wipe it dry. Maybe it would be gone after a while.

"How old is that I can't even wipe my hair. No wonder Grandpa Jun is worried about you when he goes out to play. He is worried that you won't take care of yourself. It seems that he really can't do anything, can't wash his hands, and can't wipe his head."

While Yun Yichen rubbed Jiuyan's hair softly, he did not forget to poison her a few more words.

Jiuyan no longer wants to speak.

The feeling of being sold by my grandfather again is really...

It's so heartbreaking.

Who is the grandfather’s grandson?

Can you stop such behavior of being sold from time to time?

At this time, Mr. Jun, who was thousands of miles away, suddenly sneezes: "Ah, cut it."

It was afternoon here, so Mr. Yan was sitting next to him, and they were doing their daily tasks – playing chess.

Although the two old men fought from time to time, they still care about each other very much.

Just as he was playing chess, he suddenly heard Mr. Jun sneezing, and Mr. Yan was a little worried.

"Old man Jun, why are you still sneezing and having a cold?"

"Tsk, I'm in good health, why do I catch a cold? I just have itchy nose and sneezing. It's nothing."

"That's fine."

As he said that, Mr. Yan wanted to move a chess piece, but Mr. Jun stopped him.

"It's time for me to move. It's not you, don't move around."

Mr. Jun held Mr. Yan's chess and began to move his own chess.

"What, it's obviously my turn to get it."

Mr. Yan began to stop Mr. Jun's movements again and wanted to move his own chess.

"It's my turn. Don't talk nonsense. You're about to lose, deliberately attracting the topic."

"You did it on purpose, I care about you."

"I'm in good health. What can I do if I sneeze? You did it on purpose."

"You're talking nonsense!"

"No nonsense!"

"Just talk nonsense!"

"I'm not talking nonsense!"

“…”

“…”

The two old men started arguing over a chess piece again.

In an instant, the rest of the room heard the debate without any nutrition again.

–

Jiuyan felt uncomfortable because of Yun Yichen's words and didn't want to pay attention to him.

So while Yun Yichen was rubbing Jiuyan's hair, Jiuyan was extremely obedient and didn't even move.

Yun Yichen looked at Jiuyan so obedient and obedient, and his hair was much gentler.

Seeing that the wipe was almost done, I took out a hair dryer from the bathroom cabinet.

The warm wind blew slowly, and the feeling of Yun Yichen's fingertips inserted into his hair was very gentle and comfortable.

Before he knew it, Jiuyan was a little sleepy, and her starry eyes blinked up and down.

Finally, before Jiuyan completely closed her eyes, Yun Yichen's hair blowing mission was finally completed.

Looking at the blown dry hair, drooping softly on Jiuyan's head, Yun Yichen suddenly reached out and rubbed it with a bad taste.

Jiuyan, who was enjoying a bit drowsy, woke up directly after being rubbed by Yun Yichen.
Chapter completed!