However, the owner of the room prefers cold colors, the sofa is gray, the sheets and quilts are pure white, a bit like the feeling of a star hotel. There were no such high-end hotels in this era.

Yan Songsong saw the towering trees outside the window, if she didn't guess wrong, this should be someone's private residence.

The feather-white curtains, adorned with a few faint flowers, are still the kind with sliding rods. Next to the window, there is a particularly large bookshelf, made of black old sunken wood, which also adds a bit of solemnity to this room.

It is estimated that the owner of this house likes to read very much, and the shelves are full of three rows of books.

All kinds of books, architecture, engineering, psychology, design, etc., as well as some literary novels, are very wide-ranging.

But most of them are all kinds of military books, and the empty row at the top of the bookshelf is full of all kinds of airplane models, and there are even nuclear submarines.

Seeing these things, the first thing that came to Yan Songsong's mind was Leng Zhuo.

Because only an ice-like man like him would like these things, right?

Unexpectedly, when Cao Cao arrived, hearing the sound of the door opening, Yan Songsong turned around and saw that someone had already taken a bath and walked out of the bathroom.

The handsome face, bright eyes, and the man's healthy and upright figure suddenly crashed into Yan Songsong's eyes.

She couldn't help but inhale in her heart, it seemed that he always had a feeling that the silver soul would not go away in the past two days.

The slightly damp hair, which had not yet been dried, also made him look a little wild and sexy. He wore a casual shirt in a very casual army green, revealing a sturdy wheat-colored arm.

The skin is well-proportioned and firm, the hands are slender, and the fingers are knollen, giving people a very good-looking feeling.

Underneath him were a pair of inky slacks, and he wore flip-flops that showed his toes. Even his toes are very clean and neat.

Yan Songsong suddenly thought that he was so bored that he looked at a man's toes, and hurriedly withdrew his gaze.

"Have you seen enough?" Leng Zhuo wiped his hair with a white towel as he walked, and his lazy satisfied posture reminded people of a lazy cheetah. They also have this attitude before hunting, but once they exert their strength, it is a one-hit hit.

I have to say that Leng Zhuo, as a man, is really very eye-catching. His clothes are obviously very conservative and ordinary, but they make him feel like he is wearing flesh. The clear mermaid line is vaguely exposed, and the muscles all over the body show an inverted V, but there is no strong muscle impact. The waist is still slowly narrowing, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist, a typical model body shape, this kind of figure is the most fatal.

And Leng Zhuo's appearance presents a natural attitude, full of wildness at the same time, it seems to bring some reserve, which is really sultry.

"It's rare to see you. I also want to ask you why you brought me here. You brought me here quietly, threw me aside, and left me alone. Aren't you too self-righteous? ”

"You sleep like a piglet, you can't wake up when it's thundering. It's good that I brought you home from the lodge and didn't throw you down the road. ”

"You're too much, that's how you did to me. Yan Song was so angry that he was almost jumping to his feet. But she still suppressed her emotions and did not show them. Because she knows someone's temperament, the more irritable and unhappy she is, the better his mood seems to be.

As if seeing that she was visibly unhappy, he walked up to her and put his hands behind her.

Because of this, Yan Songsong was leaning on the bookshelf, flipping through the books, and Leng Zhuo came over like this. Because he was more than half a head taller than her, his hand was propped up on the bookshelf in front of him, and he wrapped Yan Songsong like this.

"Otherwise, if I take you back to your own house, with such care, I'd better throw you out on the road. After speaking, he made a gesture to grab Yan Songsong's arm.

Of course, Yan Songsong would not be stupidly thrown out by him.

Seeing that her face showed a little vigilance, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, leaned there, and looked at her fixedly.

Being stared at by him like this, Yan Songsong realized that he was like a big fool.

This is obviously his own house, and he still wants to play tricks on her.

To Yan Songsong's surprise, this turned out to be Leng Zhuo's private residence. Several thoughts suddenly turned in her heart, to be honest, she really didn't know anything about Leng Zhuo in her previous life. I don't know anything about anything other than knowing that he is very good and very good.

I can't see that this guy is still an invisible nouveau riche, but if this house is for her to live in, she will definitely decorate such a good house into this virtue.

"Cheeky, who promised you. Yan Songsong couldn't help but throw him off with such a sentence.

"Hehe, for this issue, I think we should not discuss it anymore, let's save some effort!" Leng Zhuo is not in favor of Yan Songsong at all now, arguing with her about this fact that cannot be changed, it is indeed better to save some effort for both parties.

This scoundrel uses this way every time he encounters something he doesn't want to explain, or can't explain.

Ahem, Yan Songsong came into contact with Leng Zhuo's eyes, and between the lightning and flint, she saw the disgust in his eyes.

His eyes were very red, as if she had been photographed on the shore in the rain, and he was allowed to look at it arbitrarily.

"Look at what, do I have dirt on my face?"

I saw Leng Zhuo frowning, looking at her with a bit of disgust in his eyes. "Oh, it's nothing, I just don't think it's good for you to go back like this. And that smell?" He covered his mouth.

Yan Songsong is not stupid, of course he knows what he is referring to.

But it's one thing for her to know for herself, and it's another for him to point it out so unsympathetically.

"I became like this, whose responsibility, shouldn't you review it. ”

"I didn't let you drink that wine. ”

Can Leng Zhuo give her an answer in this way? Immediately, he pulled his hand and found a wooden stool to sit down. By this time his hair was almost dry, and he placed the towel on the stool.

Then he used his big hand, which looked very slender, to flick it on the top of his hair a few times. His short spiritual hair became extraordinarily submissive, and it was not ugly.

Seeing such a scene, Yan Songsong was instantly happy, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you usually comb your hair like this?"

"There are no wooden combs. Leng Zhuo's answer was clean and forceful, as if it was very natural.

Okay, Yan Songsong knelt for him, which is also a reason? With such high-end furniture at home, there is no wooden comb, and there is really no relationship with women in the family.

Thinking of the woman, Yan Songsong's gaze took a look around the house again.

Sure enough, there is no breath of a woman living here, which means that he lives alone.

Yan Songsong felt a little more comfortable in his heart.

You must know that men with conditions like Leng Zhuo, those shameless women, are not nothing.

So Yan Song Song Yan has to see it clearly.

"Also, my clothes were dirty, so I came back and took a shower. Did he give her a tactful explanation?

Yan Songsong couldn't help but blush slightly when he heard him say that his clothes were dirty. Fortunately, he didn't say it bluntly, you threw up me, and then I came back to take a shower.

Fortunately, he saved her some face, hum, Yan Songsong didn't bother with him for the sake of this.