Chapter 50: Nymphomaniac

Zhang Linxiao pushed her, don't look at it, change shoes, let's go to the second floor and rest early. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

Li Xiaoli asked, your house?

"Hmm. Rarely come back to stay. ”

"Usually empty?"

"Yes. I entrusted a housekeeping company to take care of it regularly. ”

"What a waste, why buy here if you don't live in it."

"You can come and hike on weekends. We'll go tomorrow. ”

The two of them went up to the second floor, and Zhang Linxiao took her to the front of the guest room, you live here. My room was on the opposite side and I needed to knock on the door.

Li Xiaoli muttered, is it really not a or a second man? Seeing that Zhang Linxiao's face was as usual, she didn't dare to make a mistake, so she obediently took the mountaineering bag and entered her room.

The guest room is a combination of beige and gray, the walk-in closet is next to the bathroom, the floor-to-ceiling sliding window is the balcony, the black rumbling outside is a little infiltrating, Li Xiaoli hurriedly went over to close the curtains, opened the mountaineering bag, took out the pajamas and toiletry bag, and quickly drilled the quilt after washing, turned over a few times, and Zhang Linxiao's perfect hands appeared in front of him, and his body was a little hot: I don't know what it would feel like when these hands were touched on the body? After all, the night was too late, Li Xiaoli couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep. Zhang Linxiao also flipped through the pancakes for a while, because he suddenly remembered Li Xiaoli's appearance in the blue dress skirt that exposed one shoulder and half of the back......

The next day, when Li Xiaoli slept until three o'clock in the morning, the mountain was quiet, and she slept too soundly. I took a shower and went downstairs, and saw Zhang Linxiao already drinking coffee and watching the computer refreshed, hey, this person still wears a T-shirt, and his glasses have been replaced with a thin black border of literary style, hey, hey, he is still wearing jeans, and he is stepping on the carpet barefoot, like an actor in a Korean drama.

Li Xiaoli just wanted to be a when she heard the familiar bad words: "Are you hibernating?" ”。 The withered as soon as the tip of the bud appeared, and Li Xiaoli pouted: "I'm hungry." ”

"There's breakfast on the table."

Li Xiaoli looked over to see a huge plate, a sun egg sprinkled with freshly ground black pepper and sea salt, small tomatoes and cucumbers cut and placed together, as well as small pieces of creamy cheese and two slices of crispy bacon, a slice of brown whole wheat bread.

"Is there any butter jam?"

"Nope. The heat is too high. ”

"Where's the coffee?"

Hearing this, Zhang Linxiao put down his notebook and walked over, "Eat breakfast first, I'll make it for you." He boiled water, took out a pack of ear-mounted coffee bags from the refrigerator, put them in the mug, poured the water into it in a hurry after the water boiled, waited for a while, and then poured it into the cup, covering only all the coffee powder, and then looked at the watch, after thirty seconds, this was the second time to fill the water, but the speed was also slow to cut evenly in a circle, pour the water, and look at the watch and wait for forty seconds, then took out the coffee bag, pushed the cup to Li Xiaoli, "give". The whole process is like a scientist doing an experiment, concentrating and focusing, as if there is no room for error.

Serious men are so sexy, Li Xiaoli is full of, and the bread she bites is hanging on her mouth, and her whole body is rippling. When Zhang Linxiao pushed the coffee to her, he saw her unpretentious and squinting virtue, his face turned red, and he lowered his head to clean up the coffee pot, but he didn't see it. Li Xiaoli still refused to let go, and muttered, "It turns out that you are quite handsome." ”

Zhang Linxiao's face turned even redder, coughed and didn't answer, Li Xiaoli's bad taste attacked, and she was still energetic, she put her hands on her cheeks and said in a blur: "Hey, I really want to correct you on the spot." ”