Zhang Dachuan took out his cell phone and looked at it. It was Wang Tiebiao calling.
"Boss, we have arrived in Shanghai!" Wang Tiebiao's rough voice came from the phone, "Are you free now?"
They planned to come directly to meet Zhang Dachuan.
Zhang Dachuan pondered for a moment and said:
"Don't worry, just find a place to stay. I'll come find you in two days."
After explaining a few words to Wang Tiebiao and the others, Zhang Dachuan pressed the phone.
He looked back at the bathroom and saw the sound of water running inside. Guessing that it would take a while to finish washing, he threw the phone on the sofa and turned to the kitchen.
Arriving in the kitchen, Zhang Dachuan was about to prepare a simple meal when there was a sudden bang in the bathroom:
Boom!
It was like something fell on the floor, accompanied by Zhou Qingyu's panicked exclamation.
Zhang Dachuan's expression changed drastically. Without thinking much, he immediately turned off the gas stove, turned around and rushed to the bathroom as quickly as possible.
Click!
He turned on the door handle of the glass door, pushed the door open and asked anxiously:
"Qingyu, how are you? Are you okay?"
However, he saw that there was mist in front of him, and Zhou Qingyu, who was completely naked, was bending over and facing away from him. He was holding the water tank on the toilet with one hand, and holding the shower head on the toilet lid with the other hand. His injured right leg was slightly tilted back. Only his left leg struggled to support his body.
What's terrible is that Zhou Qingyu's posture allowed Zhang Dachuan to see the most beautiful places clearly at a glance.
The white light penetrated the steaming mist of hot water and shone on the delicate body as white as jade in front of him, making Zhang Dachuan dazzled.
For a moment, his eyes widened completely uncontrollably, and his heart swayed.
Fortunately, Zhang Dachuan hadn't lost his mind yet and quickly woke up. Seeing that Zhou Qingyu held on to the toilet seat when he was about to fall and avoided injury, he was relieved.
But the embarrassment that followed made him not know what to say.
When such an obvious movement came from behind, Zhou Qingyu's face turned red.
She knew that Zhang Dachuan rushed in because he was worried about her, but this situation left her with no time to be happy. She could only try to regain her footing and shouted in a voice that almost made her cry with embarrassment:
"Brother Dachuan, I'm fine, you...turn around quickly and stop looking!"
She had just finished taking a shower and was about to stand up and hang the shower head back on the wall, while taking a bath towel to wipe herself. As a result, when I stood up and turned around while holding on to the back of the chair, I accidentally pushed the chair over with too much force.
The sounds Zhang Dachuan heard outside were the sound of a chair falling to the ground and the sound of Zhou Qingyu holding the shower nozzle and knocking on the toilet seat in a hurry.
Thanks to her putting her hands on the toilet at the critical moment, she avoided falling.
Although she didn't fall, she still accidentally pulled the fractured spot on her right leg while subconsciously raising her right leg backwards in order to balance her body.
This made her unable to move her right leg, and she had to relax for a while, so she tried twice holding on to the toilet tank, but could not stand up straight again.
With his back to Zhang Dachuan, Zhou Qingyu was so anxious that he really wanted to cry.
Zhang Dachuan, who was feeling a little embarrassed, saw that she struggled twice but failed, and couldn't help but cursed himself: When was it? Still worrying blindly.
He quickly stepped forward, reached out to hold Zhou Qingyu's shoulders, glanced at the injury on her right leg, and said with concern:
"How's it going? Did we bump into each other?"
Feeling the direct contact between the skin on both sides of his shoulders and the warm hands, Zhou Qingyu's whole body suddenly froze.
She looked away in panic, not daring to turn around to look at Zhang Dachuan, and spoke incoherently:
"No...it's okay, I just accidentally pulled it. I wanted to get the towel, but I didn't expect the chair to fall over, and the nozzle was not hooked up. Fortunately, I was holding on to the toilet."
The order of what happened became confusing in Zhou Qingyu's mouth. Fortunately, the Chinese language is profound and profound, which did not affect Zhang Dachuan's understanding.
"Okay, don't be nervous, it'll be fine." He smiled, bent down to pick up the chair, and then held Zhou Qingyu's shoulders to carefully turn her around, preparing to let her sit down again.
However, when Zhou Qingyu turned around, the beautiful scenery that came into view once again made Zhang Dachuan a little distracted.
The jade body as white as ivory is slim and graceful, with undulating curves, and every inch is just right.
Zhou Qingyu, who exuded the fragrance of shower gel, was trembling like a hard-boiled egg that had just been peeled. It's also like a peach that is turning from green to mature, half pure and half enchanting.
For the first time, Zhang Dachuan realized deeply that Zhou Qingyu was no longer the ordinary girl next door.
She has really grown up!
In the past, she was dressed conservatively, so it was hard to tell, but now I realize that this girl's figure is really hidden.
Zhang Dachuan struggled to regain his senses, struggled to look away from the ivory body, and said in an inexplicably dry voice:
"After washing, don't worry about the shower head. Just leave it on the floor and I'll clean it up later. Your legs and feet are inconvenient, and it's not easy to get dressed here, so I'll carry you out first."
When Zhou Qingyu heard this, his eyelashes couldn't help but tremble.
She lowered her head, her ears were red, and she said as softly as a mosquito: "Well... Brother Dachuan, please help me wrap the bath towel first."
Zhang Dachuan nodded lightly.
He reached out and took the bath towel from the shelf, unfolded it and put it down from behind Zhou Qingyu's head, asking Zhou Qingyu to raise his hands so that the upper edge of the bath towel passed under Zhou Qingyu's armpits.
Tighten it, tie it!
