"Did you guys suddenly fill your heads with soy milk?"
Zhou Xian and Chu Ji exchanged looks and said in unison, "Why are you dissing us?"
"If other people’s houses are small, then they’re small. What’s it to you?" Saying a little less won’t kill you.
Zhou Xian never thought he’d be mocked by Jun Mochan one day for this. He muttered, "I was just stating the truth."
"What if soone said you were small, how would you feel?" Jun Mochan’s gaze swept over a certain area deliberately.
"Damn, you’re savage!" Zhou Xian cursed.
Chu Ji felt sympathetic.
In the room, Fan Rou didn’t know Jun Mochan had stood up for her. She was contemplating whether she could manage on her own.
But with her foot, bathing was bound to be an issue, right?
That Lan Shao seed useless too; surely she couldn’t ask him to help her bathe?
Maybe it was better to let herself just die for now.
Since the other person had helped her, Fan Rou politely said, "No need, I’ll handle my problems myself, no need to trouble you."
Lan Shao had learned to be shaless from Zhou Xian and Chu Ji just now. If you’re not thick-skinned, you can’t get the girl.
To be able to cuddle his wife to sleep, Lan Shao shalessly said, "No trouble at all. Your leg is like that, how will you manage on your own? Don’t worry, I can cook, warm the bed, and even act cute. Whatever you ask, I can do."
Does she just need him to leave now?
"Rourou, say yes to him. Look, if you’re hungry, he can cook for you; if you’re bored, he can entertain you; if you’re cold, he can hold you and keep you warm," Ye Ranran chid in, adding fuel to the fire.
Fan Rou wasn’t sure what Ye Ranran’s role was here. Didn’t she have any awareness of being a third wheel?
Moreover, why did she emphasize those words about holding her if she was cold? What was she trying to convey?
Lan Shao gave Ye Ranran a grateful look; he genuinely thought he should treat Ye Ranran to a al soti.
If he did get the girl, he’d have to treat her even more, since she helped him a lot.
"There’s really no need." Fan Rou tugged at her lips, forcing out a reluctant smile, "You must have other things to do now, right? You should just go attend to them."
"Not busy at all, I’m very free." Lan Shao’s voice was low and hoarse, with an undertone of grievance, his eyes dim, like an abandoned puppy.
Fan Rou couldn’t understand how a man over six feet tall could put on an expression like that. Didn’t he feel embarrassed?
"Rourou, you’re unable to move around. If no one takes care of you, how are you going to eat? How are you going to bathe?" And how are you going to go to the bathroom?
Does she expect to crawl?
"I can buy a crutch, can’t I?" Fan Rou was speechless.
Her initial plan was to have a servant arranged once Lan Shao left. The Jun family had so many servants, she could easily find one to take care of her for a few days.
But what happened? She actually sided with Lan Shao, and she called herself her best friend; Fan Rou had foolishly believed her before.
"No, you can’t." Ye Ranran and Lan Shao said in unison.
"You two have such a good rapport, why not just get together?" Fan Rou mocked.
"Okay, I’m being serious with you now." Ye Ranran pulled her a little closer and asked softly, "What’s bothering you this ti?"
"Bothering what? You’re letting a guy take care of , what am I supposed to do about bathing?" Fan Rou was also angry: "Tell honestly, how much did Lan Shao pay you? You actually sold out."
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