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Chapter 18 Help You Take a Bath

Chapter 18 Help you take a bath

Ning Lan thought that Rong Yu had already put on her pajamas when she let her in.

But who knew that when she opened the door and walked in, Rong Yu was lying naked in the bathtub.

"ah--"

Ning Lan screamed in shock when she saw this scene and quickly covered her eyes with her hands.

Although she was very familiar with Rong Yu's body, the relationship between them was very stiff now, and when she saw this scene rashly, she was still shocked.

"Rong Yu, are you perverted? I thought you were already dressed..."

Ning Lan still closed her eyes, pointed her finger in his direction, and started to scold.

Rong Yu's face turned gloomy.

He didn't want to do this either, and he didn't have exposure.

If he hadn't stood up, how could he be so frustrated!

"Ning Lan, I... can't get up..."

After gritting his teeth, Rong Yu still spoke.

After hearing this, Ning Lan suddenly opened her eyes wide.

She almost forgot that Rong Yu's current physical condition is indeed not suitable for taking a bath on her own.

She quickly walked to the bathtub, and saw Rong Yu's face turned pale, holding the handrail tightly with his right hand, and the veins on the back of his hand were exposed.

It seems like I have suffered a great grievance.

"Sorry, I didn't consider your body. You said it earlier, I can help you take a shower."

Ning Lan sighed and quickly reached out to pull Rong Yu to stand up.

With the help of leveraging, Rong Yu broke free from the constraints of the bathtub and stood in the bathtub again.

Ning Lan looked at him and saw the way he had seen him come out of the bath. Li Chao had long hair, very handsome.

"bath towel."

Rong Yu glanced at Ning Lan and found that she was staring at her straight, her ears turned red unconsciously.

He scolded coldly before Ning Lan came to his senses.

"oh."

Ning Lan responded and quickly pulled over the white bath towel beside him and helped Rong Yu wipe his body.

Rong Yu wanted to snatch the bath towel, but Ning Lan said: "You need someone to take care of now. You don't know how many times you have seen it. You have even studied acupuncture carefully. There is no need to be shy if you wipe your body."

Rong Yu was so angry that he vomited blood.

After taking care of Rong Yu and helping him lie on the bed, Ning Lan was already exhausted and sweating profusely.

"You go to bed, I'll go take a shower."

Ning Lan said, then rushed to the bathroom.

When she came out, Rong Yu had already closed his eyes and looked like he was asleep.

Ning Lan made no sound, and tiptoed to the other side of the bed, then gently got on the bed and got into the bed.

She raised her hand and turned off the light with a "click".

Then close your eyes and go to bed.

At the moment the light went out, she didn't know that the man beside her was opening her eyes.

Rong Yu did not fall asleep.

Ning Lan's various performances kept popping up in his mind, and he finally decided that she had really changed.

...

Ning Lan got up early in the morning, took care of Rong Yu, washed and put on clothes, and left hurriedly.

Sister Yan asked her to sign a variety show contract at the company this morning.

The contract for "Idol Games".

When she arrived at the company, she walked into the elevator and happened to meet a familiar face.

It was her colleague who recommended her to participate in the figure skating competition, the popular idol - Dingxiang.

"Oh, who is this? Our Miss Ning Lanning, a live broadcast has opened up its popularity. Congratulations!"

Dingxiang raised his hand that had just done the manicure last night, and the diamonds on the manicure exuded the dazzling light of Bring Buling.

She reached out and took off the famous brand sunglasses she wore on her face, revealing her small eyes with delicate eye makeup, and looked at Ning Lan with contempt and disdain.

Ning Lan didn't want to pay attention, but just curled her lips slightly.

"Ning Lan, are you really getting married or fake getting married? I see that you performed last night, was it a drama? Or is it that your husband who has been secretly married for five years, is he a must-have?"

Dingxiang continued to be aggressive in her sarcastic tone.

Ning Lan only felt that her voice was particularly harsh.

With a cold look at her, Dingxiang was stunned and immediately glared at angrily: "Dare you looking at me like this? Ning Lan, you just have some popularity. Do you really think you have become a phoenix when you fly up the branch?"

"You don't even have a representative work, you can't sing, dance, dance, dance, and dance. Do you think those fans who have been attracted by your honest fans know that your so-called husbands are all made by you in acting. What do you think they will think?"

Dingxiang still believes that Ning Lan is not married at all.

Ning Lan just said coldly: "Miss Ding, it's not your turn to worry about my business."

The elevator door slowly opened. She said this and then walked out of the elevator and walked towards the conference room.

Dingxiang stomped her feet, glared at her back angrily, and followed closely behind.

In the conference room, Sister Yan was already waiting here, and in addition to Sister Yan, there was also an agent present.

It is Dingxiang’s agent, He Qiulian, known as Sister Lian.

He Qiulian has a wide connection and strong means, which has made several well-known artists famous. Dingxiang is the youngest artist she has brought now.

"Sister Lian, I just told Ning Lan that I took the initiative to fight for the quota for her this time, and she has to thank us well." Ding Xiang walked towards He Qiulian and held her arm affectionately.

Ning Lan frowned.

Dingxiang continued to laugh and said, "Ning Lan, I gave you the quota of the figure skating group, because I heard that this "Idol Games" will be broadcast live throughout the entire process, so you don't have to worry about your shot being cut off, and all the audience will see your performance in full..."
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