Chapter 11 What? Do you think I'm a cripple?

Jiang Yao can't stand it anymore. A man's self-esteem is more expensive than gold. His body is like this, and it's a lot of trouble for people to help him.

Forget it, why should she care about a patient?

"Let me help you."

Unable to hold it back, Jiang Yao still spoke out.

This time, Chen Yanbei did not refuse and accurately grasped her extended hand.

But Jiang Yao didn't expect that the man looked weak, but he was not light in stature. His frame was broad and heavy, and the whole person was quite weighty.

Not only did she fail to pull the man up from the ground, she stumbled and fell back to the floor with the man.

Jiang Yao turned into a meat pad and was smashed by the man.

"Well--"

The soft chest was squeezed out of shape.

And there was something angular that kept pressing against that soft spot.

"You're on top of me, get up~" The soft voice sounded a little crying, like a bullied cat.

But the man on his body didn't move at all.

"Well... please move~" Jiang Yao had no choice but to lower her head and reach out to push the heavy object on her chest. Only then did she realize that the man was actually...

Chen Yanbei felt that his cheek was resting on something soft, as comfortable as a pillow.

The straight bridge of my nose was covered by the pillow, and a faint and familiar fragrance penetrated my nose from time to time. It was exactly the same as the fragrance of the woman in my dream every night!

Chen Yanbei looked slightly shaken. He couldn't help but stretched out his palm and rubbed it on the pillow. It was soft and elastic, and there was still a lot of it leaking out from between his fingers.

The feel... is similar to that of the woman in the dream!

"you you……"

That movement reminded Jiang Yao of her dreams every night. In dreams, men always like this. Jiang Yao covered her face in shame and anger, and curse words were swirling on her lips.

But the man suddenly thought of something, let go of his hand as if it was hot, turned over and moved his body away.

Then a thin blush appeared behind the ear, quickly spreading to the earlobe.

Because his skin is fair, the redness is quite obvious.

Seeing the other party's series of reactions, Jiang Yao swallowed back her curse words.

Unexpectedly, her fiancé looked cold and cruel, but he was actually quite innocent. Maybe he didn't mean it just now.

Therefore, it is better to turn over this embarrassing page quickly, there is no need to mention it again.

The air suddenly fell into silence, and the two of them were silent in a tacit understanding.

But after he recovered, he still had to help the man up.

Jiang Yao raised her head and looked at the people on the ground.

Although Chen Yanbei could not see, his senses were extremely keen. His cold swishing voice instantly moved in the direction of Jiang Yao:

"Why, didn't you want to marry a cripple? Did you dislike it so quickly?"

There was a curve on his lips, half-smile but not a smile. Coupled with the black clothes, he was like a living hell, with coldness coming out of his bones.

Jiang Yao should obviously be a little scared, but somehow she could see in the man a feeling of a dragon trapped in a shallow beach.

On the way here, she heard Uncle Fu talk about Chen Yanbei's past.

It is hard for anyone to accept that the favored man of heaven has fallen into the clouds.

It's understandable if his character and temper are a little twisted.

Thinking about it this way, she felt a little pitiful about her fiancé.

"I'm sorry, my hand slipped just now, shall we try again?" Jiang Yao softened her voice, like coaxing a kindergarten child.

Without waiting for the man to react, she leaned over and squatted down, taking the initiative to hold his big palm with her soft little hands.

The man's palms were dry and warm, and Jiang Yao's green onion-like fingers were embedded between the thick knuckles one by one, and the fingers were clasped tightly.

Okay, now my hand should not slip.

She exhaled, "Get ready, I will be more careful this time."

The delicate voice and the woman's soft and fragrant touch came from the palm of his hand. Chen Yanbei felt that the place where their skin was touching was so hot that it was about to burn.

My heart felt like it was being gently touched by an invisible hand, as if it was there but not at all.

The whole person unconsciously cooperated with Jiang Yao's movements.