Qin Haoran patted the chair next to him, "I'm confessing, are you respecting you enough? You can sit down and have a meal now, right?" Ling Yiren hasn't moved for a long time, so he turned to the kitchen, "Aunt Chen, come here to have a meal."

Ling Yiren sat down diagonally opposite him, but she didn't see Aunt Chen behind her stopping in that position. Qin Haoran glanced at him and understood that this was Aunt Chen's seat. Ling Yiren stood up awkwardly. Aunt Chen pulled the seat next to her and sat down. She kept lowering her head and squeezing the rice in the bowl throughout the meal.

"I'll eat it, you guys eat it slowly, Aunt Chen, you have worked hard today, I've been cooking so many dishes, so go back and rest early." After saying this, Qin Haoran's eyes immediately moved from Aunt Chen to Ling Yiren, "No need to push me, I can do it myself."

He patted his butt and left. The half-squatted Ling Yiren was either standing or standing. The large table of dishes in front of him basically didn't move.

Ling Yiren picked up a piece of braised pork, "Aunt Chen, eat more, I think you didn't seem to move your chopsticks."

"Thank you, I'm full." The sound of the chair wiping the floor was very harsh, and Aunt Chen didn't even look at her.

The chopsticks were stopped in the air, and the braised pork was not sent out, Ling Yiren had to stuff it into her mouth and tasted something different from the past.

Aunt Chen didn't look good until she left. Ling Yiren blamed herself for not saying anything different from the master and servant. It was all caused by Qin Haoran, but in the final analysis, it was her fault, alas.

Qin Haoran seems not to go out today. In the afternoon, Ling Yiren used the excuse of having a lot of luggage to pack up and go back early, mainly because he didn't want to meet Aunt Chen, so he could hide for a while. It was only 3 o'clock in the room after cleaning the house. He felt that there was nothing to do after leaving the sanatorium. Ling Yiren fell asleep in a daze.

This was quite at ease. When Ling Yiren woke up, she was already covered in black. At 19 o'clock...19 o'clock! She suddenly bounced off the bed, grabbed her suitcase and stuffed two clothes randomly. Anyway, she was so close that she found something missing and then came back to get it.

The doorbell was pressed several times but no one opened. Ling Yiren tiptoed to approach Maoyan, and there seemed to be one eye staring at her inside, which scared her to take a few steps back. Qin Haoran opened the door and saw her pale face, "What's wrong?"

Thinking of his reminder when she opened the door last time, Ling Yiren glanced at his eyes, "Nothing."

The 22-inch suitcase was placed next to her, and Qin Haoran looked at the box, "Is this your big luggage?"

"Yes, it's just a big luggage to me." Ling Yiren felt a little guilty, so his tone was very natural. Qin Haoran looked at her and smiled. She pulled her suitcase to hide her at a loss.

Behind her, those smiling eyes gradually turned sharp.

Their room was separated by a wall, but Ling Yiren could not hear the sound next door at all. The sound insulation effect was good, and she also liked a quiet environment. In fact, there was nothing to clean up. After all, it was hard to say that she was hiding in the room with a salary. Ling Yiren passed by the master bedroom, and the light inside was on. She was sitting in the living room. Qin Haoran was a well-organized person, and he would naturally make a sound if he needed help.

There was a crack in the master bedroom. Ling Yiren heard the sound of bathing inside. How did he take a shower? There were wounds on his body? Ling Yiren couldn't help but imagine that scene. She swears that she had no other thoughts, which was entirely the cause of occupational diseases.

With a loud bang, Ling Yiren rushed into the master bedroom without thinking. Qin Haoran was lying on the ground without covering his body, and the wheelchair slid to the corner. He obviously didn't expect her to rush in, tightening her dispersed bathrobe in a panic, looking so embarrassed.

Setting up the wheelchair, Ling Yiren struggled to help him up, eager to pull out the bathrobe to check if he had fallen. The already loose bathrobe became even looser. Qin Haoran held the bathrobe with one hand and grabbed her wrist with the other, "Nurse Ling, I'm fine."

After calming down, there was a long silence. His hair was not blown dry, and he was still dripping wet. His chest muscles that were faintly visible under the half-open bathrobe looked more ambiguous. Ling Yiren stood up with a cramped back to him, "What are you going to take?"

"The clothes I prepared fell to the ground and wet. Please help me get a white vest." He pulled open the white shirts and vests in the cabinet. Ling Yiren picked up a vest and threw it to him, and then escaped as quickly as possible.

People have three urgent needs, so they can't hide for the rest of their lives. Open the curtains and there is no movement in the next room. Maybe they are asleep. Ling Yiren tiptoed to the bathroom at the end. When she saw the toothpaste in the storage box, she remembered that she forgot to bring toiletries. She always felt that she had forgotten something and turned out to be this!

Ling Yiren picked up the towel and smelled it. This set of toiletries was new. Was it prepared for her?

Should I ask its owner? Ling Yiren hesitated and found it ridiculous when he saw himself in the mirror. How could he get along with him in this state of fear of being indifferent? It was just a patient and nurse living together. Thinking of this, Ling Yiren was much more relaxed in an instant.

"Qin Haoran, can you not scare people without saying a word every time?" Ling Yiren was startled by Qin Haoran at the door.

Qin Haoran was actually scared, just a stubborn duck, "What are you afraid of if you didn't do anything wrong?"

I was too lazy to talk to him, "What are you doing? Don't you have a bathroom in your room?"

"The hair dryer in my room is broken, and it will take a long time to dry your hair naturally." Qin Haoran was about to come in. Ling Yiren lowered his head and searched for the cabinet. He pointed to the cabinet above his head, "On it."

She had to tiptoe to get it, and a disabled person had to show off, "Mr. Qin, I am your nurse. You can come to me for anything you want to take or need help in the future. You can't get your salary for nothing."

"Then will it be convenient for you to dry my hair for me now?"

Ling Yiren nodded, "Of course."

Her fingers were flexibly interspersed in the roots of her hair, and her palms rubbed against her forehead one after another. "Nurse Ling seems to be very skilled. Do you often help people blow their hair?"

I felt the fingers on my head pause for a few seconds, "Hmm."

"Okay, I want to rest." Qin Haoran's sudden request made Ling Yiren confused. The roots of his temples were still wet, but he was asked to go into the bedroom to rest at his request.

Forgot the initial question, Ling Yiren asked with a toothbrush: "By the way, Mr. Qin, are the toiletries in the bathroom outside prepared for me?"

"Or what?" Qin Haoran's tone was very strange. I don't know where he got offended him again? Ling Yiren decided to do it first.
Chapter completed!