Chapter Eighty-Seven: What Kind of Elasticity Is This? (Lonely City Trench Plus More.)

Most men are soft-hearted, especially a handsome, handsome and sentimental man like Wang Luo, who sat in the car and held the steering wheel and laughed for only a few minutes, when he saw the door of Zheng Xiuyan's house open again.

Song Qian walked out while getting dressed.

Wang Luo started the car and drove to her side and opened the door.

Song Qian was taken aback, and saw that it was Wang Luo who breathed a sigh of relief, and sat in the car with a coquettish look.

The house that Zheng Xiuyan bought is still quite remote, and now it is almost nine o'clock, and it has completely darkened, although this community is a high-end community, and the security must be good, but it is difficult to guarantee that there will be some accidents.

Wang Luo guessed that Song Qian might come out and leave the space for the two sisters of the Zheng family, so that they could be honest and relatively solve the misunderstanding, so Wang Luo waited on the side of the road for a long time.

"I said that the two of you are too bad, it's not good to form a group to fool that black-faced little Lori." Wang Luo held the steering wheel with one hand, rubbed the stubble on his chin with the other, and the corners of his mouth were inexplicably smiling.

"You're an accomplice too." Song Qian covered her lips and smiled, leaning sideways to look at Wang Luo's side face under the headlights.

"It's handsome, isn't it?" Wang Luo chuckled.

"Yes." Song Qian nodded, her big eyes full of smiles, "When I first saw Representative Wang, I thought he must be a handsome guy." ”

"You're very discerning." Wang Luo said with a smile on the steering wheel.

"However, you won't really be in a relationship with Xiuyan's seniors, right?" Song Qian pursed her lips, her voice a little restrained.

"Compared to this, I think your acting skills are good, and your reaction ability is level 1." Wang Luo glanced at Song Qian and said with a smile.

"It's because Xiuyan's seniors sent me a message in advance and asked me to cooperate depending on the situation." Song Qian took out her mobile phone and shook it in front of Wang Luo's eyes, "Representative Wang is very busy." ”

"Why do you say that?" Wang Luo was a little puzzled.

"I texted you, and you never seemed to reply." Song Qian turned her head to look at the night scene outside the window, and said in some silence.

"No way, I haven't received a text message since I bought my phone." Wang Luo frowned slightly, took out his mobile phone and threw it into Song Qian's arms, "I don't believe you, take a look." ”

Looking at the mobile phone in her arms, Song Qian blinked her eyes and said, "It's not good." But Bai Nen's slender fingers did not hesitate to scratch the interface and rummage carefully.

"I didn't lie to you." Wang Luo said with a smile.

"Your phone, it seems, refuses to receive anyone's text messages." Song Qian frowned and said softly.

"What's going on?" Wang Luo was taken aback.

"Someone gave you a piece of software that refused to accept text messages from anyone, except this one." Song Qian pointed to the number on the screen and said, then showed a somewhat subtle smile, "I know this number." ”

Wang Luo glanced at the phone screen, the corners of his mouth twitched, and sure enough, it was Park Ji-yeon's naughty ghost.

"Representative Wang, is you very familiar with Zhiyan?" Song Qian deleted the software, blinked and looked at Wang Luo with big eyes and a smile.

"Well, I didn't know she was a star before, but I was her grandfather's tenant." Wang Luo smiled and said, "I've known each other for many years. ”

"It looks like it's very close." Song Qian smiled, "Even the remarks are different, and the shortcut keys are set on No. 1." ”

"Dear?" Wang Luo made up the word in his mind, and then said in Huaxia language, "Big sister, we two Chinese people use Korean grammar, and I am a bit of a drama." ”

"Hahaha, it's so interesting for Representative Wang to say his hometown." Song Qian also switched to Huaxia mode, different from the sweet and glutinous voice when she spoke Korean, when she spoke Huaxia, her voice was slightly thicker, and she had a trace of magnetism, which sounded like a royal sister.

"It's not that I'm funny, maybe it's because you haven't heard the country voice for too long." Wang Luo smiled: "Where is your home?" I'll send you back. ”

"I was going to sleep at Xiujing's house today." Song Qian frowned and said with some confusion.

Wang Luo was startled, and subconsciously became vigilant, "Hey, you don't want to sleep in my house." ”

"Can't you?" Song Qian blinked her big eyes that were a little foul, and looked at Wang Luo pitifully, "oppa~"

"If I'm not mistaken, we're the same age." Wang Luo touched the stubble on his chin and thought.

"Hitting someone doesn't hit your face, slapping your face hurts your self-esteem." Song Qian pursed her lips and said with some annoyance.

"Actually, it's not that you can't sleep, it's just that the price is a bit high." Wang Luo said a little shyly.

"Representative Wang really gives money and can do anything." Song Qian played with Wang Luo's mobile phone and mocked.

"What do you think of me?" Wang Luo looked serious, "I'm doing serious business, and I don't take all the work, I have a bottom line." ”

"Yes, I see, send me here." Song Qian smiled and entered an address on the navigation.

"Bought a house?" Wang Luo looked at the address in Jiangnan above.

"I can't afford it, it's more expensive than in the capital." Song Qian smiled: "It's the dormitory." ”

"Yes, the house here is too expensive, and I am also a dormitory." Wang Luo said with a smile.

"Otherwise, let's share a room?" Song Qian propped her elbows on the car window, looked sideways at Wang Luo and smiled.

"Ah, it's all said that I'm a serious person." Wang Luo glared at Song Qian.

"Serious people, they won't strip people naked and hug them all night." Song Qian bent her eyes and smiled charmingly.

"You blame me for falling into the sea yourself? I really don't know what's in that bag, everyone throws it into the sea and you still jump in, I know that your people in Haicheng are good at water, but are you people in Haicheng diving at high tide? Wang Luo frowned and said with an innocent face.

"I don't care, anyway, you just stripped people naked, and you are responsible." Song Qianqiao's face was slightly red, and her fingers pulled Wang Luo's shirt and gently shook it.

"Sister, be coquettish and self-respecting." Wang Luo glanced at Song Qian.

Song Qian smiled, turned on the radio casually, and listened to the host inside talking nonsense.

Wang Luo also closed his mouth, his deep eyes were upside down at the opposite headlights, his eyes were gorgeous, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

drove all the way to the downstairs of Song Qian's dormitory, and Song Qian swiped the doorman card before letting him go.

"I didn't have time to ask you that day why you jumped with me." Song Qian put her fingers on the sliding door and turned her head to look at Wang Luo, whose facial features were all hidden in the dark.

"I didn't know you could swim, do you want me to watch you drown?" Wang Luo didn't turn his head, his voice was smiling.

"I don't believe it, we are not related, and you are not a compassionate person." Song Qian raised the corners of her mouth, and her voice carried a hint of determination.

Wang Luo frowned slightly, and after being silent for a moment, he turned his head to look at Song Qian, and cracked the corners of his mouth to reveal a mouthful of white and neat teeth.

"Girl, have you ever experienced despair?"

Song Qian's heart fluttered, she didn't say anything and pushed the car door into the dormitory hall, Wang Luo waited for five minutes, and the phone finally rang.

"Hello?" Wang Luo answered the phone.

"Look up." Song Qian said in Korean, and her voice became sweet and sweet again.

Wang Luo rolled out the window, against the cold wind raging outside the window, poked his head out, and looked at Song Qian, who was waving his hand on the balcony on the fourth floor, "I saw it, go to bed early." ”

"Wang Luo." Song Qian shouted before Wang Luo hung up the phone.

Wang Luo raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Thank you." Song Qian's tone carried a hint of a smile.

"You're welcome, because I'm often desperate." After Wang Luo hung up the phone, he smiled at the screen that had been dimmed.

Despair, everyone's definition is different, some people are desperate because of falling out of love, some people are desperate because of cancer, and some people have long been accustomed to despair.

For example, Wang Luo.

Stepping on the accelerator all the way, the steady commercial vehicle shook a little because of the intermittent throttle, but Wang Luo was expressionless.

After going around a long circle and returning to the downstairs of his house, Wang Luo suddenly wanted to smoke.

Pull out the key to extinguish the fire, Wang Luo knew that this time Girlhood should not have returned, he was going to buy a box of cigarettes to try it, and when he looked up, he found that the living room light on the top floor of his house was on.

Wang Luo snorted lightly, locked the car door, and walked into the hall with a down jacket.

He doesn't want to smoke now, he wants to smoke people.

"Why didn't you go?" Wang Luo opened the door of the house and looked at Park Ji-yeon lying on the sofa holding a laptop in her arms, the table was full of snack bags, the wall-mounted TV was also on, and Ula Ula didn't know what program was playing.

Wang Luo was very heartbroken, how much electricity does this consume?

"Hey, you're finally back, I'm going to starve to death." Park Ji-yeon put down the notebook in her arms and lay on the sofa with a pitiful little face looking at Wang Luo, her two white and tender little feet dangling in mid-air, and the red nail polish on them was particularly attractive.

Wang Luo looked at the mountains of snack bags on the table, "Didn't you buy snacks with all your money?" ”

"No, there's only one of these." Park Ji-yeon pointed to the laptop she had thrown aside.

Wang Luo looked at Park Ji-yeon's delicate little face like a flower, and suddenly felt infinitely angry in his heart, threw the down jacket on the sofa on the other side, and strode towards Park Ji-yeon.

Looking at the menacing Wang Luo, Park Ji-yeon blinked a little nervously, shrunk her shoulders and screamed, "Ya yes! Listen to me! ”

Wang Luo raised the corners of his mouth. Holding Park Ji-yeon's soft waist and holding her into the air to her lap with a slight force, she raised her other hand and slapped Park Ji-yeon's round and elastic little ass mercilessly.

"Smack!" A loud sound of flesh colliding resounded in the living room, even drowning out the sound of the TV.

Wang Luo looked at his palm in shock.

What kind of elasticity is this???