Wen Qiao stood still, she wasn't sure if this person was confused or couldn't understand her words, the kiss during the day made her think he was sick and confused, she didn't care anymore, she also said very clearly, why is he still entangled, no, I don't cook at home.

Lu Yunzheng said: You invited Wen Yu at home, and I saw it all.

He doesn't know how many times he has looked at those photos in the circle of friends, and every time he looks at them, he has one more impulse, and he is like a forcible occupation of his friends.

However, Wen Qiao's indifferent and defensive attitude every time made him defeated.

Wen Qiao was stunned for a moment, and then heard him say: For your sake, I have a high fever. Cook a bowl of noodles for this friend of mine?

His pupils were dark and shining, and the red in the corners of his eyes made his whole person look a little decadent and casual, and a little pitiful, especially when he spoke in his throat, soft and tricky, he was afraid that Wen Qiao would not believe it, and took her hand to touch his forehead, the temperature was a little lower than before, but it was still very hot.

Wen Qiao withdrew his hand and thought for a moment before saying, Come with me.

Lu Yunzheng followed behind her, hooking his lips and smiling proudly.

Wen Qiao was busy in the kitchen, Lu Yunzheng was lying on the sofa, one with his long legs resting on the edge of the sofa, and the other bent on the ground, his hands on his eyes, quietly staring at the movement in the kitchen.

He remembered that last time, he suddenly had a stomachache Wen Qiao was also busy cooking noodles in the kitchen, Wen Qiao cooked him an instant noodle at that time, it was very perfunctory, he really couldn't eat that bowl of noodles, and finally poured it out.

He thought about it, and laughed to himself. After a while, the smell came from the kitchen, and he took his hand away, looked at the ceiling for a while, sat up on the sofa, unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, and folded his sleeves again.

There was a sound of things tripping in the kitchen, Lu Yunzheng frowned, and walked over quickly.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw such a scene, Wen Qiao was wearing a set of home clothes skirts, the length of the skirt was just up to the knees, and a pink apron was wrapped around her chest, which was the one Wen Yu had surrounded before, she was padding her feet to reach the top of the closet, padding it several times, her fingers could only touch the edge, and she couldn't take it off. I touched something next to me and fell down.

Lu Yunzheng looked at her and smiled, walked behind her, stroked her shoulder, reached out to take down the jar, and said with a smile: How did you put it on?

Wincho: ......

The hot breath was approaching, clinging to her back, she was very uncomfortable with this kind of intimacy, she subconsciously stepped back, stepped on Lu Yunzheng's instep, and fell into his arms, sticking it tightly, hot and extremely sensitive.

His laughter trembled lightly in his ears, and even the temperature of his palms burned with the big hand on his shoulder.

Lu Yunzheng put the jar on the table, helped her drag it in an indecent voice and said: You crashed into it yourself.

Wen Qiao's face was red and his ears were bloodshot, red, and he moved to the side quickly, you go to the living room and wait, it will be fine immediately.

Lu Yunzheng raised his eyebrows and glanced at it, there is an omelette?

The omelette he had in mind.

Well.

He was reluctant for a while, but went back to the living room and sat and waited for Wen Qiao.

During the period, I also took a look at Wen Qiao's room, the one-bedroom and the living room are much smaller than the house in the middle of the moon, and the warm yellow wall paint is better than the warm yellow wall paint, which makes the room warmer, Wen Qiao will clean up again, and Xiaodong Xiaoxi has put some of it, which looks very warm.

He walked out onto the balcony, closed the sliding door, lit a cigarette and smoked it, the cold wind swept away the heat.

When Wen Qiao came out with his face, he didn't see anyone in the living room. I thought he was gone, and just as I wanted to send a message, I saw him leaning on the balcony to blow the cold wind.

Wen Qiao shouted: Mr. Lu, you can eat.

Lu Yunzheng retracted his gaze, walked in with his pocket, saw the steaming noodles on the table, bent the corners of his lips, and smiled between his eyebrows.

He pulled out a chair and sat down, turned on his camera and took a picture.

Then I slowly clicked on the circle of friends and posted a photo.

The moment he clicked send, he raised his eyes to look at Wen Qiao: You don't eat it yourself?

Wen Qiao said: I don't really want to eat it, you can eat it while it's hot.

Lu Yunzheng didn't move the chopsticks, but pushed away the chair and stood up, and walked to the kitchen, Wen Qiao followed, only to see him take a small bowl and a pair of chopsticks.

When I returned to the table, I picked half of the noodles in my bowl and gave it to Wen Qiao, poked the omelette into two, picked it up and covered it in a small bowl of noodles, pushed it to her, handed over the chopsticks, and ate with me.

Wen Qiao pursed his lips, leaned on the edge of the table, and shook his head, I had no appetite.

I drank too much and took emetic drugs again, and my stomach was tumbling so badly that I couldn't eat anything.

Lu Yunzheng's brows tightened, and he said with some displeasure: You want me to feed you?

He looked straight at her, his eyes surging with irritability and danger, Wen Qiao pulled out a chair and sat down, and complained: Mr. Lu, can you not be so domineering.

Lu Yunzheng raised his eyebrows, am I domineering?

Wen Qiao pinched his chopsticks and looked at his face, quite helpless, what do you say.

Her voice was soft and sweet, puffing out. It's much more fun than deliberately saying something indifferent, Lu Yunzheng is in a good mood and picks up noodles to eat.

The first time he ate it, it tasted quite good, on par with Aunt Rong's craftsmanship, and after eating it in a blink of an eye, he even drank all the soup.

The small half bowl of noodles in Wen Qiao's bowl hadn't gone down yet, he glanced at Wen Qiao and urged: I'm feeding?

Wen Qiao hurriedly guarded the bowl and moved some away. Stuffing it into his mouth, Lu Yunzheng laughed.

As soon as he finished eating noodles, Lu Yunzheng went back to the sofa and lay down, when he heard a knock from next door, and he sat up suddenly.

What's going on?he asked.

Wen Qiao was cleaning up the table, pursed his lips and said: The husband and wife next door quarreled.

......

How much movement, every day?, he asked.

Wen Qiao said calmly: No, I moved here and quarreled three times in four days.

...... That's not every day. Lu Yunzheng thought about it for a while, and looked around the house. Suddenly stared at the door lock and said: The environment of your house is not good, move back to Yuebanwan.

There is a grumpy couple living opposite, who fight and throw things if they don't move, can they be in a good mood to live next door? And they are so irritable, what if ...... What if it hurts the neighbors, what if Wencho is a girl?

Wen Qiao said lightly: I think it's very good here, I'm used to it.

...... It's only been a few days since he moved in, and he's still used to it, he found that Wen Qiao's character is stubborn, and he insists on going his own way and doesn't listen to people's arrangements, either move back to Yuebanwan, or change the door lock, you choose.

Wen Qiao glanced at Lu Yunzheng, met his heavy gaze, and chose a simple option, change the lock.

Lu Yunzheng had expected that she would choose to change the lock, took out her mobile phone, dialed a call, and after a while, someone came to the door with a door lock and tools.

Mr. Lu, we have our latest electronic door lock, and there is also a stranger break-in alarm. The man bowed down to introduce Lu Yunzheng.

Lu Yunzheng raised his eyes and checked the electronic siren, okay, install it. That's right. This angle of her house is a dead end, and a monitor is installed at the door.

Wen Qiao frowned when he heard this, and whispered: Don't do it so much.

Lu Yunzheng said seriously: You don't have to be burdened, I am for the safety of my employees.

......

The person who installed it suddenly laughed: Mr. Lu is really sympathetic to his subordinates.

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Sugigoe's anniversary has always been a major event for Sugigoe.

Lu Yunzheng took antipyretic medicine, slept overnight wrapped in a quilt, and the fever subsided.

He swallowed the medicine, and Wen Qiao carefully reminded him: Mr. Lu. I've changed your wine to sparkling water. If you drink less for a while, it really won't work, so I'll help you drink.

Lu Yunzheng chuckled, very satisfied with Wen Qiao's attitude, although it was work, he was really worried about him, and his heart was sweet.

Good. He bent down and asked Wincho to tie his tie and straighten his collar.

Wen Qiao followed him for a while, and his technique of tying the tie became more and more skillful, hooking the tie with his fingertips and pulling it around, smoothing it on his chest, and then hooking the neckline with his fingertips, tidying it up, and then buttoning the coat.

Lu Yunzheng's face was very close, and she raised her eyes and almost saw his eyelashes. The eyelashes are very long and dense, there are still unreceding red blood under the eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips below.

Wen Qiao held his breath, took a step back, and stood in a position.

Lu Yunzheng spoke: Secretary Wen, what perfume did you wear today?

Huh?Wen Qiao raised his eyes.

He smiled lightly, it was so fragrant.

After speaking. He walked out of the break room with a smile.

In the venue, Wen Qiao followed behind him and cautiously reminded him that Mr. Wang was going to be at six o'clock.

At twelve o'clock, it was Mr. Su.

The one who came over was Mr. Qi.

Well. He held the cup, smiled, and listened patiently to Wen Qiao's introduction.

In fact, he knew these people, and the list given to Wen Qiao at that time was to let him stay by his side for a while, but he didn't expect her to really remember these people clearly.

You go to the lounge for a while, and I'll go say hello to Mr. Hua and Mr. Fei. Lu Yunzheng said.

Wen Qiao looked at Mr. Hua and Mr. Fei, who were surrounded to greet him, and then thought of what happened last night, Lu Yunzheng was determined not to let her approach, and it happened that her high heels were also tired, so she nodded and walked to the lounge.

She had just walked to the door of the lounge. Suddenly a girl called out to her, Wen Qiao?

The woman's tentative voice sounded behind him, and Wen Qiao turned around and looked at the woman's face, feeling very familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen it, and it was not on the guest list.

Wen Qiao smiled politely, hello.

The woman wears a delicate gown. The diamond necklace around her neck was worth a lot of money, and if she remembered correctly, it sold for 20 million in Hong Kong.

Come to think of it, this woman's identity is very respectful.

The woman looked at Wen Qiao and said with some surprise: You really don't know me?

Do you know? Wen Qiao frowned, just feeling familiar.

Me. The woman's eyes were crooked with a smile, and she pointed to herself, I am a lieutenant colonel. Got into a fight, and you forgot?

Her words instantly hooked Wen Qiao's thoughts, and the face in front of her and the face in her memory slowly merged, but it was a little different, it turned out to be the school flower, the most ostentatious woman in the one, the woman who pressed Lu Yunzheng in the alley.

No matter what kind of face it was, it made her uncomfortable.

Wen Qiao maintained a polite smile, but his voice became extremely cold, and he hadn't seen him for a long time.

yes, it's been years. The woman smiled and brushed her hair, and glanced at Lu Yunzheng again, are you two still together?

Wincho almost blurted out a retort: No...... I'm just working here.

After speaking, she felt that it was unnecessary, she was very tired with a thorn all over her body, and when she saw a woman, she couldn't help but think about that gray and dull day, so she held on to the doorknob and said detachedly: I'm going to be busy first.

After saying that, she pushed open the door and escaped, the woman looked at Wen Qiao's background and thought of that matter, so she also followed.

Wen Qiao propped himself up on the windowsill, panting, and wiped the thin sweat from his forehead with a piece of paper.

Wincho. The woman called her behind her back. Don't be afraid of me, in fact, I wanted to say sorry to you, back then......

Wen Qiao's face turned cold, her face was white, and she interrupted her with shortness of breath: There is nothing wrong with it, I have forgotten the past.

She comforted herself that she had forgotten, forgot, not to listen to this woman to expose the scars. But her hands trembled violently, uncontrollably, and a feeling of annihilation surged.

A bad mood came up, very depressed and impatient, entangled in the chest, Wen Qiao gritted his teeth, pretended to be calm and went to find the bag, there was medicine in the bag. She had prepared it at all times, and she hadn't eaten it for a long time, and today this feeling came back.

The woman didn't know what Wen Qiao was facing, the woman only knew that although she was glamorous all these years, she would be tormented by nightmares if she didn't want to sleep, and the scene in the alley lingered in her mind and turned into a nightmare, so many years, she wanted to say sorry to Wen Qiao.

You go out first. Wen Qiao opened his mouth coldly, get out quickly.

The woman thought that Wen Qiao didn't want to forgive her, frowned uncomfortably, walked out with her skirt, and suddenly stopped when she walked to the door, and couldn't help but ask Wen Qiao: Wen Qiao, ...... back then That wound didn't leave a scar, did it?