PDLP Chapter 50 Maintenance
Chapter 50 Maintenance
The next day, Shen Ruojun got up early.
It wasn't that he particularly liked getting up early, but rather that he remembered there was a patient who needed his care.
Is opening your eyes the first thing you do when you wake up? Definitely not!
The first thing I do when I get up is definitely to run the toilet.
The urge to urinate came on quite strongly, and Shen Ruoyun closed her eyes and groped her way into the toilet.
After a series of snoring sounds, Shen Ruoyun finally felt relieved, reached for the water to wash her hands, and prepared to leave.
Throughout the series of actions, they didn't even notice Lu Yan standing to the side, looking completely shocked.
Lu Yan watched as Shen Ruoyun, with her eyes closed, groped her way out of the toilet, then glanced back at the toilet seat that had been lowered.
He felt that even if Shen Ruoyun didn't become an actress, she wouldn't starve; at least she could work as a blind masseur.
When Lu Yan came out of the restroom, he saw Shen Ruoyun standing still in front of the sink.
Holding a toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed into it in one hand, and leaning on the sink with the other, he seemed lost in thought.
Lu Yan slowly walked forward and turned to look at him.
"You..." It turned out he had fallen asleep standing up.
Lu Yan patted his back speechlessly, and Shen Ruoyun was so startled that he stumbled, but luckily he managed to hold on to the table.
He turned to look at Lu Yan with some confusion, as if questioning, "What are you going to do?"
"Don't fall down. If you're really too tired, ask the director for leave and say you're about to die."
Shen Ruoyun: "..." I didn't expect you to be so humorous.
He reached out and put the toothbrush in his mouth.
Then he took Lu Yan's toothbrush, squeezed toothpaste onto it, and put it in Lu Yan's good hand.
After doing all that, Shen Ruoyun slowly began to brush her teeth.
After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Shen Ruoyun used a tissue to wipe her face clean.
Then, craning his neck, he rummaged through the sink.
I finally found the bottle of Dabao that I bought for 12.9 yuan at the supermarket.
I opened the lid, quickly squeezed a dollop into my palm, and put Dabao aside.
He pressed his palms together, rubbed them together quickly a few times, and then started rubbing his face.
Lu Yan was speechless for a moment as he watched his procedure.
How does someone maintain such great skin?
Shen Ruojun didn't think much of it; if it weren't so dry, he wouldn't even want to apply Dabao.
I patted my face several more times before I felt better.
Turning to look at Lu Yan, who was staring at her, she raised an eyebrow in confusion.
Then, seeing the other person glance at his own child, he instantly had a flash of inspiration.
She quickly grabbed Lu Yan's hand and squeezed a lump of milk into his palm.
"Use it, and ask me for more if you need more..."
As he spoke, he reached out and patted Lu Yan on the shoulder, looking like they were good buddies.
Lu Yan looked at the white, milky substance in his palm and felt a moment of unease.
Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, Shen Ruoyun glanced at his amputated arm and suddenly realized what was going on.
He slapped his forehead in frustration.
"Sorry, I forgot you're disabled now."
He immediately extended his middle finger, scooped up a lump of Dabao (a popular Chinese skincare brand) from his palm, and rubbed it on his face.
He was still muttering to himself.
"Men need to take care of themselves too. They can't be so rough around the edges, or they won't be able to find a girlfriend."
Lu Yan: "..."
Although Shen Ruoyun lived a wealthy life, his mother never applied any products to his face except for Dabao (a popular Chinese skincare brand).
They call it following the will of Heaven and the way of nature.
Therefore, Shen Ruojun always felt that applying Dabao (a popular Chinese skincare brand) was the limit of her skincare routine.
Fortunately, Shen Ruoyun had a good foundation, and he only washed his face with cold water every day, and he actually grew into a fair-skinned and handsome young man.
He could only feel the soft, slightly damp fingertips stroking his face, which brought a slight itch as they rubbed against him.
Lu Yan's eyelashes trembled involuntarily, and a tingling sensation ran through his heart.
"It's ready..."
After helping Lu Yan with his skincare routine, Shen Ruoyun quickly withdrew her hand.
"Is it spread evenly?" Lu Yan asked subconsciously.
"Of course, brother. My technique is comparable to that of a plastering master with ten years of experience. I guarantee I'll leave your skin smooth and shiny."
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"Tsk! You little cat, watch your words! What's with all this 'doing this' and 'not doing that'... Aren't you ashamed...?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than she squeezed a dollop of Dabao (a popular Chinese baby product) into her palm.
"Here, apply some to your neck too, to prevent neck wrinkles."
.......
Shen Ruoyun came out of the kitchen, carrying Lu Yan's breakfast.
Place the breakfast on the table and take off your apron and put it aside.
"I put your food in the refrigerator. You can just heat it up when you need it. I should be back around 11 p.m. tonight."
After saying that, he picked up the canned milk and sandwich on the table and went out.
On the film set
Inside Changming Palace, a piercing sound of porcelain shattering suddenly broke the long night.
Gao Hao, dressed in a yellow dragon robe, stood before the couch with bulging veins on his forehead and a gloomy expression.
"Your Majesty, please calm your anger!"
The palace servants were terrified and knelt down, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
Gao Hao glanced at the steaming porridge on the ground.
He turned to look at Qin Zijian.
Qin Zijian was huddled in the corner, his body trembling slightly, his lips cracked and bleeding.
His eyes were filled with hatred as he looked at Gao Hao.
At this moment, a palace maid cautiously approached, carrying a bowl of freshly cooked porridge.
She carefully presented it to Gao Hao and said softly, "Your Majesty... the porridge is here."
Gao Hao merely glanced coldly at the bowl of porridge, his anger undiminished.
Then, he turned to Qin Zijian, extended a hand, and commanded, "Come here!"
Upon hearing this, Qin Zijian's body trembled violently.
He gripped the brocade quilt tightly with both hands.
He kept shrinking back, carefully covering his stomach with one hand.
"Get out of here!! You killed my husband!! I will kill you with my own hands!"
Qin Zijian roared hysterically, his eyes red as he glared at Gao Hao, tears streaming uncontrollably down his pale cheeks.
When Gao Hao heard Qin Zijian mention the dead man again, anger instantly filled his chest, and he lost all patience.
He suddenly stretched out his right hand and gripped Qin Zijian's wrist tightly like an iron clamp, using his arm strength to forcefully pull the man out of the bed.
Qin Zijian was so frightened that he struggled wildly. In his panic, he raised his hand and slapped Gao Hao hard across the face.
This slap carried Qin Zijian's anger and resentment.
The force was beyond imagination; Gao Hao felt half his face go numb from the slap.
The palace servants around witnessed this sudden scene.
They were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they didn't dare to breathe, almost burying their heads in the ground.
Several bright red bloodstains appeared on the side of Gao Hao's face, making him look somewhat disheveled.
Gao Hao subconsciously raised his left hand and touched the injured area.
Seeing the blood on his fingertips, the rage in his heart instantly reached its peak.