Wen Lishu was speechless for a second, and stood in place and suddenly fell silent.

She gradually discovered that she had no advantage when she quarreled with Song Qiancheng.

No matter which aspect she starts, she can't beat Song Qiancheng.

Wen Lishu was sullen in his heart, extremely dissatisfied with being suppressed by him, so he said angrily: "Then I won't wash it." ”

She turned around with the fire in her grip and was about to leave the office.

But after taking a small step, Song Qiancheng let out a cold snort, followed by his warning sound.

"If you want to go, don't be caught by someone outside again, but don't think that I will save you. ”

When it came to what happened just now, Wen Lishu was like a pierced balloon that deflated at once, and could no longer inflate it.

She stopped, and the reddish-brown door was not far from her, but she couldn't take any more steps.

Song Qiancheng glanced at her coldly and urged, "Let's go, why don't you leave?"

With his threat, where does she still have the arrogance to leave.

Seeing that she was instigated, Song Qiancheng let out a sneer, and said in a deep tone: "If you don't leave, go in quickly, you are dirty, don't come to pollute the air I breathe." ”

She looked back at Song Qiancheng, he reached out to the table to pick up the cigarette case, and skillfully shook a cigarette out of the cigarette case.

There was a delicately shaped lighter on the table, and his slender fingers picked up the lighter, and the sound of a "click" of a firelight was accompanied by the flames, and the cigarette burned and the cigarette butt burned red.

Song Qiancheng sat comfortably on the sofa, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and after a few puffs, he saw that she was still standing there indifferently, so he turned his eyebrows and looked back at her.

Song Qiancheng's face was a little stinky, "Do you need someone to serve you?" he raised the cigarette in his hand, and said in his words, "When I finish the cigarette, can I help you with my own hands?"

It's up to him to do it, and that's okay.

Under his gaze, Wen Lishu finally compromised.

She turned to face the lounge and walked towards the door.

Back in the break room, she went straight to the cloakroom.

Standing in front of the wardrobe, she pushed open the cabinet door, and after a look, she immediately showed joy.

There are Song Qiancheng's clothes hanging in the closet, although they are not her size, but they are better than not wearing them.

She looked at the wardrobe again, and all the clothes hanging in it were men's clothes, but there were not many of them, so it could be seen that Song Qiancheng only occasionally spent the night here.

Her delicate heart taught her to be cranky, and she looked elsewhere.

After seeing that there were no other women's belongings in the cupboard, the boulder in her heart fell slightly.

Raising her arms, she picked up a men's shirt and walked into the bathroom.

The hot water washed away the shadow just now, Wen Lishu stayed in it for almost forty minutes, and after drying her hair, she came out of it refreshed.

As soon as the front foot stepped out of the threshold, the door to the lounge was pushed open.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Wen Lishu instinctively stopped, looked towards the door, and the person who came in was Song Qiancheng.

And Song Qiancheng maintained the hand of pushing the door, holding the doorknob position, and stopped at the entrance of the room to look at her.

Song Qiancheng glanced at her from beginning to end with a different gaze, and his expression was complicated and difficult to understand.

He was both domineering and hateful, she appropriated his clothes without his consent, and stepped on his slippers, she was afraid that Song Qiancheng would be unhappy and asked her to return the clothes to him.

Thinking of this, Wen Lishu silently raised his hand and grabbed the placket of his clothes.