"Dimitated?" Jiang Zuo quickly put Xiaochu down and immediately reached out to stroke her cheek, "What about now? Are you still dizzy? Can you see clearly that the man in front of you is a handsome guy?"

"..." Xiaochu burst into laughter again.

Xiaochu has been surrounded by dark clouds these days. Today, it seems that she has seen the sunshine through the clouds. In this dark night, a warm light shines into her heart, and her heart is warm.

Xiao Chu always felt that he had a dream, an unreal dream.

Until she entered the bathroom connected to the master bedroom, Xiao Chu looked at herself in the mirror and reached out to pat her red and swollen cheeks, which would hurt...

It seems that none of this is a dream.

But this unreality made Xiaochu feel like he was in a dream.

...

After Xiaochu took a shower, as soon as she walked out of the bathroom, she saw Jiang Zuo's long legs overlapping and a small laptop on his legs.

After seeing Xiaochu coming, Jiang Zuo closed the laptop directly and placed the small laptop on the bedside table on one side.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

He had already changed into his pajamas and was sitting on the bed waiting for her. Lin Xiaochu looked at Jiang Zuo in front of him. Why did he look so much like a male lover who was serving in bed in ancient times?

If it weren't for the calm and elegant layout around this, Xiao Chu would have thought that she had traveled through time and had time to an era where she could have male favorites. As for what era it was, she would have looked at her eyes...

"come over."

Xiaochu shook his head, "President, I'm still sleeping on the sofa, sleeping on the sofa." As he said that, Xiaochu pointed to the sofa not far away.

Jiang Zuo frowned in dissatisfaction, "Do you rather sleep on the sofa than sleep beside me? Is this what you... give me a chance?"

"I……"

"Do you know that no matter how powerful your president is, he is still flesh and blood? He will be sad and sad?"

Xiaochu nodded, "I, I know, I know." Then, Xiaochu quickly walked towards Jiang Zuo, but stood stiffly by the bed.

Seeing Xiaochu's actions, Jiang Zuo reached out and grabbed Xiaochu's slender wrist with some amusement. The next second, Xiaochu was pulled onto the bed by Jiang Zuo...

"General, President?!" Xiaochu glared across his eyes and looked at Jiang Zuo in front of him in shock.

Jiang Zuo reached out and held her slender wrist and applied the cool ointment to Xiaochu's injured arm.

"Are there any wounds on your body?" Jiang Zuo asked her very carefully.

Xiaochu was stunned, then shook his head quickly.xdw8

"You are lying." Jiang Zuo immediately realized her and reached out to pull her clothes.

Xiaochu was at a loss and immediately reached out and held Jiang Zuo's hand.

"President!"

"Don't move around." Jiang Zuo pulled the wide clothes slightly down and could see her back.

"Don't, don't look, don't look!" Xiaochu panickedly pressed the clothes on her back, preventing Jiang Zu from seeing them.

But it's still a step slower...

Jiang Zuo looked at the scars on Xiaochu's back, and his heart suddenly contracted. This feeling of heartache was about to suffocate him.

"How did you get the injury?"

Jiang Zuo asked Xiaochu, "There was no good treatment for such a serious scar at that time, right?"

"Mom has tried her best, but she really has no money. It's not good for me."

"Tell me, how did you get the injury?" Jiang Zuo examined the new wound on her back and applied some cool ointment to her wound.

"Not long after my father passed away, my mother got up early and went to bed late to sell breakfast in order to save my tuition. I wanted to help my mother, but I didn't pay attention that day. When I was filling breakfast for the guests, I hit the cabinet behind. A large pot of hot soy milk slid on my back. The uncle next to me quickly pulled me away, but I was still burned."

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts very much at that time, and I was crying all the time. Many kind-hearted people took me to the hospital, and my mother hurriedly followed me, but the treatment cost was too high and I couldn't take it out at all. At that time, the neighbors felt sorry for us and organized a donation, but the people living there were not rich, so when the injury improved slightly, my mother handled me inpatient surgery. My mother kept apologizing to me and kept saying sorry for me, but I knew... Mom really tried her best."

"Chuchu, the first time I hate myself so much."

"President?"

"I hate that I can't get to know you earlier."

"..." Xiao Chu was shocked again when he heard Jiang Zuo's words. No one had ever said such a thing to her, and even Gao Mingkun had never had it before.

Jiang Zuo threw the ointment on one side casually, then reached out and held Xiaochu's hand, connecting her fingers.

"President?" Xiaochu immediately pulled out her clothes, not wanting Jiang Zuo to see her scalded scar. "Actually, I don't feel any pain anymore. Many years have passed, but the back is a bit ugly. You can't wear clothes like suspenders and strapless clothes in summer."

"You can't wear suspenders and strapless clothes, probably the only benefit of this injury, right?"

"ah?"

"I'll be jealous of other men looking at you, but it's not impossible if you want the scar to disappear. I can have someone arrange surgery for you."

Xiao Chu shook his head, "It's been more than ten years and has long become a part of my body. Now I'm still a little reluctant to let it go. As long as the person I like doesn't dislike me, it doesn't matter." That's right, but Xiao Chu still doesn't want this scar to appear in front of the person she loves the most. She knows that the scalded scar is ugly and ugly.

Jiang Zuo pulled her clothes directly, lowered his head and kissed her back.

"I don't dislike it." His voice was full of pity.

Xiaochu was stunned, and Jiang Zuo naturally substituted for what she said just now, "I like", so he used this method to show that he did not dislike her.

Xiaochu's heart felt warm again, and her eyes suddenly turned red again. I really wanted the mist to linger, and her tears began to drip.

Jiang Zuo has long been used to crying Xiaochu. It’s better for her to cry, at least it’s a way of venting, but it’s not good for her health if she keeps it in her heart.

He reached out and hugged Xiaochu and let her lie on the bed.

"Don't cry." He wiped her tears with pain, then kissed her forehead, "It's very late, go to bed?" Jiang Zuolla crossed the quilt on one side and covered Xiaochu.

Xiaochu nodded, stopped crying, but instead smiled at Jiang Zuo.
Chapter completed!