Qingyao silently turned and walked to the door.

    At the entrance, bow your head and change your shoes.

    Lu Shaoqiu took a long leg and took a few steps to hold her slender but green arm: "where are you going?"

    "Leave it alone!" she shook his hand.

    Mlgb, is Feng Ming a procuress? Or is she yunqingyao a prostitute? Trying to sell their female prostitutes to clients? Tnnd, she has to kill him tonight to make him understand that you can''t eat indiscriminately, especially don''t talk nonsense!

    "What are you going to do now? Find that dirty man? Gather him up and send him to prison? This is the result of your handling of the matter?" Lu Shaoqiu was also angry.

    The woman is not young. Why is she so depressed?

    Let her recognize that it''s so hard to face the scum among people?

    It''s still too tender!

    "Let you leave it alone!" Qingyuan couldn''t break away, but turned to his tall nose bone and punched him.

    Lu Shaoqiu only listened to the fist passing through his eyes. His pupils closed slightly and bent quickly to avoid her fierce blow.

    Before she stood up straight, her legs came with a strong wind.

    Lu Shaoqiu won''t really work with her. She calls hard, but he only defends but doesn''t attack.

    There was a fierce fight in the small living room.

    Qingyao has never been so angry as he is now. He makes every move.

    Lu Shaoqiu knew she was on fire and deliberately gave her a chance to vent, so she didn''t try to stop it.

    Qingyao bit his teeth and was like lightning. He looked like a thunderbolt and chased him to attack.

    Her fist came back from her armpit. Lu Shaoqiu only tried to avoid, but she didn''t think. Her fist hit the wall.

    He felt pain for her at the noise.

    He watched her take back her fist, show her eyebrows and stare like pain. He frowned and came over. He looked worried and said, "are you okay?"

    Ding Ling, there was a roar from the next door neighbor outside the door: "what''s 502 doing at home? Tear down the house? If you don''t want to live, move out and hit the wall with a hammer!"

    The two looked at each other. Qingyao''s chest was like an angry little fireball to explode, and his face gradually turned pale.

    She sat down against the wall, bowed her head and gasped violently.

    Compared with her uneasy breathing after a fight, Lu Shaoqiu was much more complacent and calm as if she had just been watching on the wall.

    He opened the refrigerator, lowered his head, dug out two pieces of broken ice from the inside, went to the balcony, took off the towel she had just wiped her hair, wrapped the ice, walked up to her, bent down on one knee, squatted down, grabbed the hand she had just hit the wall, turned over and palmed down.

    The joints on the back of the hand are red and have begun to swell slightly.

    He covered it gently with a towel wrapped in ice.

    Qingyao hissed a mouthful of cold air.

    Lu Shaoqiu quickly lightened his strength, glanced at her and smiled: "he only dared to think about it. I won''t really let him start on you. Go back ten thousand steps. He has lost you and sent you to my bed. I won''t do anything wrong to you, a married woman. You said you would make such a big mess in front of me?"

    Qingyao looked away from him and snorted.

    Lu Shaoqiu ice for a while, take it away, thick eyebrow deep lock: "did you drop medicine at home?"

    Yun Qingyao didn''t answer.

    "If you don''t spray some anti swelling medicine, it will swell into a hamburger tomorrow."

    Which practitioner has not been beaten, Qingyao knows better than him.

    Get up, go to the medicine box in the bedroom and spray it with Yunnan Baiyao. Sit on the bed, continue to be angry and continue to want to rush out to cut Feng Ming''s disgusting old thing!

    Lu Shaoqiu threw the broken ice in the towel into the sink, cleaned the towel under the faucet and dried it back on the balcony.

    She walked into her bedroom from the living room and looked at it.

    White walls, white lights, white beds, white cabinets, white laptops, white floor tiles.

    Leng Buding thought he was in the hospital. He sneered: "are you sure this is your bedroom, not the ward?"

    Qingyao found that this guy was still in his home. He frowned unhappily and chased the guests: "why haven''t you left yet?"

    "I planted it because I have to look at you before the fire is completely extinguished." Lu Shaoqiu stepped in with his long legs, stood in front of the white cabinet as high as his chest, took a small pendant on it and looked at it.

    A pink white eared kitten with narrow eyes and a lazy look.

    This is probably the only feminine object in the whole room, except for a vertical mirror on the wardrobe and a dressing table with a large mirror.

    Qingyao Teng got up, grabbed the little pink cat from him, opened the cabinet drawer, threw it in, slammed it shut and put his back against the drawer: "who allows you to rummage through my things? Also, my fire today can''t be extinguished. Do you want to watch here all the time?"

    Lu Shaoqiu took her pocket with both hands, sat down beside her white bed and raised her eyebrows: "are you inviting me now? Will you stay with you for a long time?"

    "Invite your sister! Get up quickly. Married women''s beds and strange men are not allowed to sit casually!"

    Lu Shaoqiu didn''t like war either. He got up and slightly bent down his shoulder and invited: "go out for dinner?"

    "Not hungry!"

    Gulu - the five zang organs Temple betrayed her right here.

    "It''s harder than a duck''s mouth!" Lu Shaoqiu laughed and walked out. "Let''s go. Your stomach protested too obviously."

    Qingyao blushed slightly, also came out of the bedroom and took the door of his boudoir firmly with his backhand: "there is food at home, I eat at home."

    "Really?" Lu Shaoqiu looked back and looked very happy. "Make one more and I''ll have dinner with you."

    "Leftovers, leftovers, not enough!"

    In the past, I fell in love with Gu Jingcheng for so many years and didn''t make a soup for him. What is Lu Shaoqiu? Why cook for him if he has no relatives and no reason?

    Besides, how tricky he is. When we had dinner with him at the Youlan Inn, which of the things he ordered was not so expensive that it was thrilling?

    She didn''t have those first-class things to entertain him. Before she was despised, she knew herself very well and kicked him away without politeness.

    Lu Shaoqiu was not moved by her customers again and again. He went to the refrigerator and opened the door: "I just saw that there are many good things in your refrigerator, enough for us to make do with it."

    Qingyuan watched him bring out all his rations, put a plate in the kitchen with one hand, and then leaned out his head and asked, "reporter Yun, where''s your microwave oven?"

    I dare say she is jealous of him outside. When a big president can even cook rice, Ya is looking for a simple and convenient microwave oven!

    Qingyao had no choice but to enter the kitchen.

    Looking at a handsome and noble man opening the door one cabinet after another, her body taller and stronger than the male model seems to make her feel hard for him in her micro kitchen.

    Qing Yao took the apron behind the door and angrily drove away the tall man who was in the way: "the humble family is not as tall as the microwave oven. Go out and I''ll get it!"

    Lu Shaoqiu stopped searching, stood up, turned around and saw her hands tied with the apron belt behind her back.

    He took a step towards her, but for a second, he took it back.

    Turned around and went to the living room.

    Qingyao cooked the rice in an electric rice cooker and warmed up the dishes.

    When he came out with two dishes, he saw the sliding door open. He answered the phone on the balcony. He spoke fluent English in his magnetic mellow voice, like a cello.

    It was dark outside. He copied his trousers pocket with one hand and his mobile phone with the other. His tall and straight body leaned slightly against the balcony railing.

    The dark sky and flashing neon reflected his dark shirt and dark trousers, like a calm and sad image painting of vicissitudes, which made Qingyuan lose consciousness for a moment.

    Until hearing him say the syllable of bye in a low voice, Qingyuan suddenly regained his mind, quickly put two plates of seafood on the table, hurriedly returned to the kitchen, raised his hand and stroked his face with a burst of shame and heat.

    Lu Shaoqiu carefully washed her hands and ate at the table. She didn''t boast or have water. Her craft, eating gracefully and eating vegetables gracefully, only asked, "where''s the trash can?"

    Qingyao was too lazy to move: "throw it on the table and clean it up after eating. This is what happens in my family!"

    Lu Shaoqiu looked at the shrimp shells piled up in front of her and nodded silently, "OK."

    Obviously, it is seafood that can really reflect how embarrassed people are. After eating it from beginning to end, he goes to the table as clean as ever, and finally goes to the table as clean as ever.

    However, there was a pile of neatly placed crab legs and shrimp shells on the table in front of him, because he was neatly placed, which looked much cooler than the shell slag thrown indiscriminately in front of Qingyao, but if he calculated carefully, the amount he ate was never lower than her.

    When Qing Yao finished eating the rice in the bowl and brought the electric rice cooker to add another bowl, the pot was empty.

    She once again found out what a terrible mistake she had made. She shouldn''t have stayed with this guy for dinner!

    Touching her hungry belly, she remembered this painful lesson forever.

    Seeing that he was not ready to go, Qingyao said coldly, "should Mr. Lu still want to stay and wash the dishes?"

    After eating and drinking enough, the man gracefully wiped his lips with a paper towel. His smile was simple and charming: "you cook and I wash the dishes. The division of labor is very reasonable. Nothing is infeasible."

    Qingyao widened his round eyes, watched him fold the plates one by one, then hold them up, smiled and motioned to her: "give you the tabletop hygiene!"

    Three minutes after his tall body was entrusted to her small kitchen again, Qingyao recovered from the shock. Mumudi got up, mumudi went to the sofa, took the trash can, and pulled the shell residue on the table into the trash can.

    "Bang", Qingyao''s nerves trembled with fear.

    She quickly ran to the kitchen. There was a fragment of a porcelain plate lying quietly on the ground. It was Qingyao''s favorite porcelain plate with a jingle cat face.

    It was not easy because of the beautiful picture when he spoke fluent English and the little favor cultivated by eating shrimp and crab gracefully.

    The main reason is that this guy is so hard-working. It''s really hard for her to keep a little favor with him!

    I thought Lu Shaoqiu should apologize with an apology. If he made a good apology, it would be all right. She Yun Qingyao is not a woman with a small temper. Her father doesn''t care about her mother. She is like an orphan. A poor woman kicked off by a scum man is not qualified to play a small temper!