Business has been good recently, and she has opened several construction sites in a row. Today, she received a design quotation for a garden. She wants to go to the site to take a look and measure the dimensions.

This house is in the center of the old city. It is an old blue-brick bungalow with a large yard outside. It is well maintained and the window frames have been newly painted with brick-red paint, giving it a very Republican style.

A middle-aged man welcomed Lan Ting in. He briefly outlined the owner's requirements. Lan Ting recorded them and was about to start measuring the dimensions.

Unlike the well-maintained bungalows, the yard is surrounded by weeds and has a simple cement floor. In some places, the cement has cracked large and small cracks, and the puddles accumulated during the Huangmei rainy season have not yet dried up.

She recorded a data and was about to move forward. She couldn't move her feet. When she lowered her head, she saw that the heel of her shoe was stuck in the cement crack.

Lan Ting tried her best, but it didn't move. She twisted it left and right, but still couldn't pull it out. She tried her best to suck it out, but she didn't expect that she used too much force. The shoe didn't move, and the person jumped out, covered in mud and water.

When the middle-aged man came out again, he saw Lan Ting lying there and beating the ground angrily. He remained calm, took out her shoes for her, and helped up Lan Ting, whose face was red: "Ms. Lan, go to the bathroom and clean yourself.

Come on, follow me."

She held onto the sink, looked at herself in the mirror, and sighed deeply.

Pulling out a few pieces of paper, she began to scrub away the muddy marks on her chest. As she scrubbed, she felt filled with grievances and couldn't stop them anymore.

What a misfortune! What a misfortune! Which temple did she worship incorrectly? Why should she be tortured one after another like this?

She wiped her tears and turned around. When she saw a few splashes of mud on her back, she reached over to unzip the jumpsuit and wanted to take off half of the jumpsuit for easier wiping.

This was what Shao Jilang saw when he opened the door: Lan Ting's black hair was pulled to one side, and half of her white jumpsuit was taken off, exposing her entire back. When she heard the door open, she looked over in panic, with tears in her eyes.

He closed the door behind his back, walked to the sink, rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands without saying a word.

Lan Ting looked at the foam on his hand in shock and didn't know where to start.

"Shao... Doctor Shao, you..." She took a few steps back and reached the wall. She wanted to pull up the zipper again, but the more anxious she became, the more she couldn't pull it up. She was so panicked that smoke was coming from her head.

Shao Jilang wiped his hands, stepped up his long legs, and pressed against Lan Ting. He lowered his eyes to look at her, his eyes dark and unclear.

"I'll help you."

Before Lan Ting could even say her rejection, he turned her back on him, making him unable to resist.

Her snow-white back was right in front of her, and her hair was pushed to one side, revealing her slender and smooth neck. She looked like she was getting everything she wanted.

Shao Jilang's Adam's apple rolled up. Facing such a lively scene, she was still a woman he had spent time with. It was normal for her to feel a little emotional.

He got closer and slowly pulled up the zipper. A few strands of hair hung on her back. He lifted them and moved them to one side. His cold fingers traced Lan Ting's back, making her tremble slightly.

shake.

Shao Jilang smiled silently, and suddenly his big hand completely covered her back, rubbing it hard, leaving an obvious red mark.

Lan Ting breathed out softly and hurriedly covered her mouth.

Shao Jilang looked innocent: "Does it hurt? I see there is a mud mark on your back, I will wipe it off for you."

She gritted her teeth at the wall and said, "Thank you, Dr. Shao."

"You're welcome." He finally took a step back, leaving her some breathing space.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were in there. I always wash my hands here when I go home."
Chapter completed!