Suddenly, a husky burst out of the pavement and slammed the motorcycle.

Cheng Lujia's face hit his back by inertia, and her hand involuntarily wrapped around his waist.

She could feel the heat coming from him, and she could smell the faint smell of laundry detergent coming from him.

When she sat up straight, she saw the lip print she had left on his back, and her face was full of apprehension.

At this moment, his motorcycle had stopped in front of the hotel where she was going to interview, and one of his legs was supported on the ground, "It's here." ”

She glanced at the lip prints she left with a red face, "Thank you, don't worry, after I finish the interview, I will go directly to the police station." ”

Ji Yunlian watched the woman run into the hotel in a hurry, and at this time, the European-style clock above the hotel rang loudly, and it happened to be eleven o'clock.

At this time, his mobile phone buzzed and vibrate, but it was Su Zhulu calling.

"Have you had breakfast?" her voice came with a lazy and cozy voice, "I took a taxi to come to you, why didn't I see you go to work?" ”

He reported the address of the hotel, and after a while, he saw a taxi stop in front of him, and then Su Zhulu slowly got out of the car.

She wore a chiffon dress, her long curly hair was braided, and her face was painted with delicate makeup.

Ji Yun was very distressed when she saw her being exposed to the sun, "There is a new French restaurant nearby, I'll ride you there." ”

Su Zhulu's beautiful face suddenly became gloomy, "How can I ride a motorcycle in a skirt?" ”

Cheng Jialu sat in the conference room of the hotel, waiting for someone from the personnel department to come for an interview, she rubbed her hands nervously, and her eyes couldn't help but look out the window.

The traffic policeman on the side of the road was talking to a woman, and the two of them were very intimate, obviously a pair of lovers.

Even she herself couldn't notice a trace of loss rising in her heart, how could a tall and handsome man like him not have a girlfriend.

She watched the pair slowly disappear into the shadows of the trees on the side of the road, and was still reluctant to withdraw her gaze.

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the conference room, and a middle-aged man who looked very serious came over with a file bag, "You're here to interview the waiter in the restaurant, right?"

"Yes," she stood up stiffly, her hands clutching her clothes a little nervously.

The restaurant that Ji Yun even said was not far away, and the two of them walked for ten minutes.

When he went to park the motorcycle, she saw the red lip prints on his back.

"What is this?" she ran two steps over, pointing to the lip print on his back, as if she had found an adulterous affair.

Ji Yun even looked at his back in the rear mirror, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, "There was a woman who was robbed on the bus just now, and I sent her to an interview, which was left by her when she was in my car." ”

She began to be reluctant again, "You are so dedicated, is she prettier than me?"

Ji Yunlian pinched his puffed face very good-natured, "The eyes are not as big as yours, the bridge of the nose is not as high as yours, and the face is not as small as yours, okay?"

"You're so observant. Su Zhulu angrily pulled his hand away.

He sighed helplessly and parked the motorcycle, "Don't make trouble, don't you still have work at two o'clock in the afternoon, it's almost too late." ”

She was unwilling to pout, no longer unforgiving, and stretched out her delicate hand to wipe the lip prints on his shirt for him.

"What is this? A piece of lipstick, still solid, stuck to her hand, and she muttered, "Is it expired?" ”