Chapter 1781 Sick Brother, Don't Mess Around! (Forty Five)

Tang Lin opened the door.

Mi Ran'er got in like a fish.

She saw that Tang Lin had just taken a shower and his hair was still dripping.

Tang Lin closed the door, turned around and looked at Mi Ran'er helplessly, "What do you mean come and accompany me? It's late at night, don't make trouble, go back and have an early rest."

"I just came to accompany you." She grabbed Tang Lin's sleeve, pulled him to sit in front of the bed, and threw the towel in his arms, "Wipe my hair first."

She squatted in front of Tang Lin.

The waist-length hair almost swept the floor.

Tang Lin quickly picked up her hair and carefully wrapped it in a towel.

I could only resign myself to wiping it for her.

Mi Ran'er was so comfortable that she directly leaned her head on Tang Lin's lap.

Tang Lin's technique was very gentle. During the movement, his fingertips lightly touched Mi Ran'er's scalp, which gave Mi Ran'er an urge to sleep.

Just as she was about to fall asleep with her eyes closed, the hands on her head suddenly withdrew.

Mi Ran'er quickly opened her eyes and looked at Tang Lin, "Why don't you continue?"

"You're comfortable...I'm not petting a cat." Tang Lin said angrily, pushed her head away, got up and went to the bathroom.

Mi Ran'er sharply saw his red earlobes.

I immediately understood that this guy was shy.

With the corners of her mouth raised, she got up and went to the bed, looking at the decoration of Tang Lin's room.

Typical straight male style, the walls are covered with Japanese manga posters and dolls.

There is a notebook on the desk.

Mi Ran'er searched her memory, she seems to have seen this notebook before.

When he was going to take a look at it, Tang Lin's reaction was great.

There must be something secret in the notebook.

She looked in the direction of the bathroom, then got up and came to the desk.

"Host, peeking at people's notes, doesn't seem like a gentleman's work?" the system whispered.

"I'm not a gentleman." Mi Ran'er was very calm.

Open the notebook with little hands.

The first page is a group photo.

The original owner and Tang Ling took photos at the door of their house when they were in freshman year of high school. Mother Tang said she wanted to keep it as a souvenir.

But it's only been a year, and this guy is already a head taller than her, which was only half a head before.

Mi Ran'er turned another page.

Nothing else.

It's just two words densely packed, Ran'er.

This idiot.

Mi Ran'er was helpless.

Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, Mi Ran'er quickly closed the notebook.

Go back to bed and sit down.

When Tang Lin came out, seeing that she hadn't left, she was slightly puzzled, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"I said, I'll be here with you tonight."

As Mi Ran'er spoke, Duang fell down on the bed with a thud.

"ah."

Tang Lin wanted to arrest her.

Mi Ran'er got under the covers directly.

"Tang Ran'er, don't provoke me."

Tang Lin's voice sank a lot, revealing a faint anger.

Mi Ran'er sighed comfortably in the quilt, "Your quilt is so soft, it's much more comfortable than the one on my bed. Mom really prefers it."

As she said that, she closed her eyes and really wanted to fall asleep.

"Tang Ran'er!" Tang Lin was so mad at this girl that she really wanted to wrap her in a quilt and throw her out of the window.

He couldn't bear it.

In the end, he had no choice but to accept his fate and lie down on the vacant seat specially reserved by Mi Ran'er.

"If Dad knew that you were in my room tonight, I might pack up and get out tomorrow." Tang Lin said helplessly.

In the bed, muffled laughter came.