I've never met a sloppy one, and I've never seen such an unhygienic one.

Su Qiao was really worried that a mouse would come out of somewhere in the middle of his cleanup.

Compared with Lu Zedong, Su Zeyang is simply a good child who is so clean that she can't be cleaner, she can't imagine how Lu Zedong slept in this bed.

Su Qiao picked up the socks and snack bags and threw them down, seeing that the mosquito net was dirty and yellow, she simply removed it and threw it on the ground, a few strands of hair hanging from the corners of her forehead were a little in the way, and she simply picked up the rubber band and coiled up the long hair over the shoulder, revealing the fair-skinned back of the neck with beautiful lines.

After folding the futon, Su Qiao wanted Lu Jingshen to hand it down, turned around, and found that he was leaning against the door frame, staring at him not far away.

That kind of look is very profound, very serious, and like a judgment martingale.

I don't know how long he's been watching like this.

Su Qiao was inexplicably distracted by him, staggering his gaze from him, but his brain was blank for a short time.

This feeling is very similar to being caught by the head teacher when I was talking empty words to my table mates at school, but now, in addition to nervousness, there is also a faint embarrassment.

There was a buzzing sound in the dormitory, and it was the phone vibrating.

"Hey." Lu Jingshen held his mobile phone and walked outside to answer the phone in the aisle.

Su Qiao heard his low and somewhat casual tone, and probably guessed that it was a friend calling, talking about business, Lu Jingshen was very similar to many big bosses she had seen in this regard, and the mobile phone seemed to have endless calls, whether it was a business or a private matter.

As for private matters......

Su Qiao remembered that when she was working in a restaurant in London, she met a Chinese boss who came to eat with a beautiful and intellectual female companion, and the two of them were grinding their ears and temples during the meal, giving people the impression of affection everywhere, but when she turned around, she saw the male boss standing at the door of the secluded kitchen and making a phone call, a wife, unabashedly doting on the person on the other side of the phone, and when she came over with the dishes, the middle-aged boss had returned to his position, and a young female model sat next to him, the two behaved intimately, and the intellectual woman was looking at them with a smile, Without any jealousy, when she approached, Su Qiao heard the young female model holding the male boss's arm call the woman Secretary Lin.

Maybe this is a common problem of men, not just rich men, who want to enjoy the blessings of others.

Being able to maintain impermeable wind is indeed a kind of ability.

In this world, there are also some women who are willing to start this secret relationship even though they know that there will be no results.

Everyone has their own way of life, Su Qiao doesn't want to dictate other people's choices, the only thing she can decide is her attitude towards life.

Lu Jingshen hung up the phone and came back, and saw the mat rolled up against the wall.

Su Qiao had almost cleaned up the things on the bed, she wiped the guardrail on the outside of the bed with a towel, and planned to wash the towel and wipe it again, when she went down the ladder, the bottom of the socks was a little slippery, and she stepped on the air accidentally, thinking that she would fall to the ground, but her back was attached to the warm embrace of the man.

"......" Su Qiao's heart was beating extremely fast, and she felt the man's big hand around her waist.

The two bodies were tightly together, and her breath was surrounded by the breath of the man's body, there was a smell of smoke, but it was not smoky, and when she got closer, she smelled the faint fragrance of aftershave.

Lu Jingshen opened his mouth to ask her, his voice deep and good: "Did you hurt anything?" ”

"Nope."

Hearing the slight tremor of her voice, Su Qiao withdrew from his arms, and after stabilizing her mood a little, she said in a low voice: "No." ”

Lu Jing's deep dark eyes saw her dodgy expression, and quietly withdrew his hand from her waist.

……

Standing in front of the washstand, Su Qiao looked at the towel that was gradually submerged in water, and her thoughts were a little confused for a while.

The night breeze poured in through the half-open window, and goosebumps rolled up on her forearms.

The phone rings in the pocket.

Liang Muzhen called and asked her if she didn't get in the car and if she wanted to come and pick her up.

"No, there is still a bit of hygiene in the dormitory."

Su Qiao looked at her watch, determined the time, and said to Liang Muzhen on the other side of the phone: "It's almost, I can go back at 9 o'clock at the latest." ”

The washroom is separate from the dormitory, separated by a wall and a glass door.

When she came out, she closed the door with her hand.

Subconsciously, I feel that the man who uses this door to isolate the outside can also isolate the complicated emotions brought by him.

Liang Muzhen asked before hanging up the phone, "Did you give the money to the hairy crab to Zeyang's father?" ”

"It's already been given."

Su Qiao said that the eight hundred yuan she gave, Liang Muzhen felt that it might not be enough, she had already seen the hairy crabs in the kitchen, and she could see that they were carefully selected, no worse than those in five-star hotels, so she said: "Next time you celebrate the festival, let Zeyang send something over, it will be regarded as a return gift." ”

Lu Jingshen sat on the edge of a bed in the lower bunk, and from his angle, he could just see Su Qiao's slender figure dangling on the white wall of the bathroom.

He lit a cigarette and didn't smoke it, letting the cigarette burn a trail of ash between his fingers.

Su Qiao's voice whispering on the phone came faintly from the crack in the door.

When he heard her say that people cared about our little things, he looked away from the wall and pointed his finger at the cigarette, and the blue and white ashes fell to the floor.

For a young girl like Su Qiao, it is difficult for Lu Jingshen to find an appropriate adjective to describe his feelings for her.

He has never put so much effort into a woman.

There are some things, after doing it, even he doesn't understand why he did it.

He has also seen a lot of girls who are even younger than Su Qiao at the dinner, those girls are already veterans in the circle, between words and deeds, they know how to flirt more than ordinary thirty-year-old women with rich experience, in the early years, it was not that no woman sat on his lap, and some held a goblet to drink neck wine with him, and the reaction he gave was lukewarm, and others saw that he didn't like it, and over time, no one dared to joke about him anymore.

Those women tried their best to pick

Teasing, far less than Su Qiao pressed his hand on his side, causing a strong reaction.

Maybe it's because he hasn't given any woman a chance to touch him before.

The most vulnerable part of a man's body is also the most sensitive place.

was slapped by her for the first time, Lu Jingshen also reflected, why was he so interested in her, was it because of the husband in the gym, or because she went to a leisurely residence to find Ming Zheng single-handedly, a little clever, but it seemed reckless? Thinking about it later, it doesn't seem to be either. The women who appeared beside him were trying to attract his attention, consciously or unconsciously, Su Qiao was the most successful one, and the reason why she succeeded was probably because she never thought that she was attracting his attention.

A woman makes you pay too much attention to her, and what awaits you is not that she is trying her best to keep more attention from you, but that she avoids you, and even bows down to you in order to keep you from provoking her, so scared that she almost sheds tears.

Every time we met, she sent a message all over her body and even on her toes that you go away and don't come near me.

As a man, Lu Jingshen couldn't ignore that frustration.

Maybe this is the inferior nature of men, who like to conquer in their bones, rather than being feared and hated.

In that interview, seeing her red-faced and red-eared to the point that he couldn't answer, when he returned to the office, he felt inexplicable about his behavior, and he couldn't help but ask himself: It's just a little girl who has just come out of society, what do you care about her?

In the middle of the night when he came home after socializing, looking at the white shirt, he suddenly remembered Su Qiao.

……

After answering Liang Muzhen's call, Su Qiao put away her mobile phone, she stood in the bathroom for a while, adjusted her emotions and wrung out the towel into the dormitory.

Lu Jingshen was standing next to the door and looking at the rules and regulations of the dormitory on the wall.

Su Qiao climbed to the top bunk to wipe the bed again, and after making sure it was clean, she didn't call Lu Jingshen for help, thinking about leaving as soon as possible, she went down and threw the newly bought cushion back and four-piece set on the bed, tossed for a while before making the bed, she put on her shoes, simply mopped the floor with a mop, and threw away all the garbage in Lu Zedong's closet.

Maybe it's because I have no distractions, and it only takes half an hour to do these things.

Put the replaced mosquito net and quilt set into the bag that she bought just now, Su Qiao rested next to the wardrobe, she picked up two full garbage bags by herself, then took the bag placed in the lower bunk, walked behind Lu Jingshen and said goodbye to him, wanting to call Mr. Lu, but when the words came to her mouth, she became Mr. Lu again.

"Mr. Lu, mosquito nets and quilt covers, if you still want, you can take them home and let the housekeeper wash them."

Without waiting for him to reply, she held the doorknob in her hand and tried to pull open the door and leave.

The door lock was already rusty, and Su Qiao twisted it a few times, but it didn't open it, and she couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Lu Jingshen's hand appeared in her sight, Su Qiao knew that he was standing behind him, he tried to turn the doorknob, but it was unsuccessful: "It should be broken." ”

Su Qiao was unlucky, and took out her mobile phone as soon as possible: "I'll ask Zeyang to come over and call the dormitory manager." ”

"The housekeeper will pick the lock?"

His deep voice seemed to ring in her ears.

Su Qiao only felt that the air around her was a little thin, and she endured the accelerated heartbeat and clicked on the address book: "There are logistics staff on duty in the school......"

The digression wrote part of Lao Lu's psychology, so the kiss scene was pushed to the next chapter onno~