Mr. Shen’s soft rose is a bit cold

Chapter 36 Ruan Qingmeng, don’t you want it anymore?

Shen Xinghe stood up suddenly, walked around the coffee table to her side, raised his hand and touched his smooth forehead, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Otherwise, I'd better go to the hospital."

"No need." Ruan Qingmeng shook her head, "It just hurts a little, and the doctor said it's fine."

Shen Xinghe pursed his lips, hummed slightly, and was about to retreat to the other side. He tightened his grip and lowered his eyes to look over.

A green and delicate hand grasped his little finger, and his heartbeat suddenly lost control.

Ruan Qingmeng looked up at him, "Can you talk to me? Maybe it can divert some attention."

Her eyes were as gentle as water, and her dark eyes were full of water, filled with pleading, which made people feel soft.

Shen Xinghe's Adam's apple rolled, after all, he couldn't refuse her like this.

He sat down on the side, with a pair of interlocked hands separated by two palms in the middle.

Ruan Qingmeng let go of his hand as if she was awake from a dream, with a hint of embarrassment on her face, "I'm sorry, um... is grandma okay?"

Shen Xinghe felt the warmth on his hand disappear and tightened his hand slightly, "Okay."

"Where is grandpa's body?"

"it is good."

"What about you?"

"..."

Shen Xinghe opened his mouth, realized what she said, and immediately closed it again.

Ruan Qingmeng was silent for a while, then leaned forward to pick up the water glass on the coffee table, lowered his head and took a few sips.

Shen Xinghe controlled his body and sat steadily.

Ruan Qingmeng looked at the slightly trembling water waves in the water glass and said softly: "I heard from my sister today that you saved me and got sick. How are you now? Are you feeling better?"

"It's okay." Shen Xinghe cherished his words like gold and didn't seem to want to speak.

"It's okay."

Ruan Qingmeng put down the water glass, and Aunt Xu said in the restaurant: "Sir, Miss, it's time to have dinner."

"Oh, here we come." Ruan Qingmeng stood up and walked over from the other side.

Shen Xinghe looked at her figure and was dazed for a moment. In his memory, it was as if she had never left and they were still the same as before.

Ruan Qingmeng looked back and saw that he had not followed, so she walked back and took his wrist, "It's very late, come and eat."

She walked in front and didn't see the astonishment and dullness in the man's eyes.

Ruan Qingmeng sat at the dining table, took the wet wipes handed over by Aunt Xu and wiped his hands: "Thank you Aunt Xu, I really bother you today, it's so late. Uncle Xu, let's sit down and eat together."

"No trouble, no trouble, miss, don't be so polite, this is what we should do." Aunt Xu said with a smile: "Old Xu can make food by himself, miss, don't worry."

Ruan Qingmeng knew that she wouldn't sit down, so he said, "Aunt Xu, you should go and eat too. You don't have to work here. It's getting late. You and Uncle Xu should have a rest early."

Aunt Xu looked at her master and saw that he didn't say anything, so she continued: "The lady and husband should go to bed early. Just leave the things here. I will come and clean them up early tomorrow morning."

As soon as Aunt Xu left, the only sound left in the restaurant was the occasional crisp sound of chopsticks and spoons hitting the dishes.

Ruan Qingmeng's right hand was not convenient, so she took a sip of porridge with a spoon in her left hand, and ate two bites of vegetables with a fork. After all, her left hand was not as flexible as her right hand. She dropped a piece of the dish, and she took out a napkin to wipe it with one hand. Make a deal.

Shen Xinghe couldn't stand it anymore, so he held down her hand, took away the wiped dishes and threw them away, then picked up the dishes with chopsticks and put them on the spoon in front of her.

"Thank you."

Ruan Qingmeng ate very little. After the injury, he could not eat food with too strong flavors. There was no taste in his mouth, so he ate even less.

She put down her chopsticks and looked at the man opposite her, "Can I ask you a favor?"

Shen Xinghe raised his head and said, "Go ahead."

Ruan Qingmeng hesitated to speak and avoided his sight unnaturally, "I haven't taken a shower for several days. I still can't use my strength in my right hand, and I can't see the water... Forget it, I'll let Mu Yan come over in a few days. Help me."

Shen Xinghe looked at her steadily, and after a while he looked away, "Let Mu Yan help you."

"Yeah." Ruan Qingmeng nodded quickly. After eating, Ruan Qingmeng returned to the bedroom. There was still a piece of waste drawing paper scattered on the ground. Just as she was about to bend down to pick it up, a slender hand picked up the piece of drawing paper faster than her.

Shen Xinghe glanced at the outline drawing on the drawing paper, frowned unconsciously, and ordered in a cold voice: "Go to bed and rest."

Ruan Qingmeng sat down on the bed obediently, "I thought you were gone."

Shen Xinghe's face darkened every time he picked up one. When he picked them all up, he smiled coldly and said, "If I leave, how can I see your drawings all over the floor?"

He slapped the drawing paper on the table, with a gloomy expression and anger in his voice: "Ruan Qingmeng, don't you want it anymore?"

"Left, left hand." Ruan Qingmeng raised his intact left hand to show him, emphasizing: "The left hand painted it, really."

Shen Xinghe was filled with inexplicable anger. He immediately stopped and turned to look at the drawings on the table. He felt that he really had no sense of control. He thought it was due to an injury to his right hand. He pursed his lips and asked, "Do you still want these? "

"No more."

"How to draw in the bedroom?"

"Ok?"

Ruan Qingmeng didn't seem to understand what he meant and tilted her head to look at him.

Shen Xinghe stiffly threw out three words: "There is a studio."

Ruan Qingmeng was a little surprised, "I don't know."

Shen Xinghe threw away the straw paper and walked over to pick her up.

Ruan Qingmeng was so frightened that she grabbed his clothes and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you say you want to take a shower?" Shen Xinghe picked her up and walked to the bathroom.

Ruan Qingmeng swallowed, "Do you really want to help me?"

Shen Xinghe did not answer the question and asked her to sit on the stool. He turned around and closed the bathroom door. He unbuttoned the cuffs and rolled them up to his elbows. He removed the shower head, opened it to test the water temperature, closed it again and put it aside. .

After Shen Xinghe finished all this, he walked over and bent down to unbutton her buttons. Looking at her delicate collarbone, some indescribable details flashed through his mind one by one, and his breathing became heavier.

Ruan Qingmeng looked away, her ears feeling hot, and she grabbed his hand holding the button, "How about I ask Mu Yan to come over tomorrow and wash it again? I'll just bear with it for one more night. It'll be fine."

Shen Xinghe's voice had a hint of deep hoarseness, "Let go."

Ruan Qingmeng persisted, "Let's forget it."

Her heart was beating fast, not because she was afraid of what he would do, but because she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to help kissing him.

"Heh." Shen Xinghe smiled briefly, "What else can't I see?"

Ruan Qingmeng stared at the shower gel on the side and said harshly: "That's a lot."

Shen Xinghe's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Really? Where are they? Let me take a look."

As he spoke, he exerted force on his hands and the buttons fell apart, revealing a piece of snow-white skin.

Ruan Qingmeng looked at him in panic, their eyes met, their breathing paused at the same time, their hearts beating, something was pulling the two of them closer and closer uncontrollably.

The cell phone rang suddenly, breaking the silence in the room.

Shen Xinghe suddenly took two steps back, picked up his cell phone from the towel rack, took a look at it, and pressed the answer button by accident.

Bai Anqi's sticky voice came out, "Xinghe, I'm a little drunk, can you pick me up?"

Her words were like a basin of cold water in winter, instantly freezing the ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

"Okay, I'll be right over."

Shen Xinghe responded, hung up the phone and said without looking back: "Let Mu Yan come over to help you tomorrow. In fact, Aunt Wu can do it too."

After saying that, he left directly.

Ruan Qingmeng sat quietly for a long time before taking a long breath and murmuring: "Is this your new life?"

(End of this chapter)