After ye wanluo left, Huo tingshen called Huo tingchi.
“Second brother, have you eaten yet?”
“Eat it, do you want to tell me that Wan Luo went back?”
“Yes, is there something awkward between you two?”
“She didn’t say?”
“No, she only said that she would come back to stay for a few days. If we don’t take her in, she will go to live in a hotel. I think if you let her live in a hotel, I’m afraid you won’t be at ease, so I asked Butler Tong to clean up your yard and let her go back to your place.”
Huo tingchi murmured, “that’s fine.”
okay? Huo Ting was a little surprised: “don’t you come to pick her up?”
“She probably wants to be alone. Let her live there for a week. I’ll go back to pick her up in a few days. Remember to let Butler Tong take good care of her. Don’t miss three meals a day.”
Huo Ting frowned deeply, the second brother was so relieved to leave Ye wanluo here alone?
He nodded: “I see.”
After hanging up the phone, Huo tingshen went upstairs.
When he entered the room, Wen Qing was taking a bath in the bathroom.
Huo Ting smiled ambiguously, went to the bathroom in the next room and took a shower.
When he came back, Wen Qing was wearing pajamas, sitting in front of the vanity mirror and blowing his hair.
Seeing him, her warm face was slightly red.
After all, there were only two people left in the room now, and she could easily recall the incident when they were interrupted just now.
From the mirror, she watched him approaching her step by step.
When she was about to stand up, he quickly pressed her shoulders and took the hair dryer from her hand.
He brushed her hair with one hand and helped her dry it with the other.
Sitting in front of the vanity mirror tenderly, her heart is beating wildly.
He even blow-dried her hair…
Huo Ting smiled deeply: “this is the first time in my life that I blow someone else’s hair.”
She looked at him in the mirror, and when the two looked at each other, she felt awkward and hurriedly looked away.
She reached out to pick up the hair dryer in his hand.
But he raised his hand high, avoiding her hand: “I’ll do it.”
“I can do it myself.”
“When I’m here, my hand is your hand.” He stared at her in the mirror and smiled evilly: “Don’t be polite to me.”
Warmth hurriedly lowered his eyes.
He dried her hair and turned off the hair dryer.