"What do you mean by what you have done?"

......

If from now on, I listen to you and do what you say, can you promise not to come near me? No, can you promise not to insult me? What's more, am I reminding the other party......

"What should I do now?" I asked dumbfoundedly.

"Eat." The man turned and went upstairs as he spoke.

"Hey!" I walked over with my steps.

"Is there anything else?" A voice floated over my head.

"Can.. Find me a pair of shoes? ”

I heard the footsteps hovering overhead, and I gradually lost movement. I looked up and saw no one in sight. I froze at the top of the stairs for a few seconds, and finally chose not to follow. I tiptoed over to the floor-to-ceiling window, saying it was a window, but it was actually a whole wall of glass.

This floor is erected. It was dark, but I could faintly see a row of very low transparent masts around the window half a meter away. A playful tiger bark plant leans against the corner of the mast, its small branches and leaves firmly exuding a quiet green. I also identified a few clumps of low plants, among which were euonymus and horned immortals. The euonymus is trimmed into a lump shape, and the horns are all bald, and it is not the flowering season.

A bright crescent moon hangs high in the mirrored night sky, and thin bamboos stand in rows, and the soft and straight bamboo poles reach the top of the gray courtyard wall, and the bamboo leaves cover the tips of the wall. These are typical Japanese garden designs.

I couldn't tell where the wall was, I just felt a sense of frustration at being isolated.

Compared to the pleasant atmosphere of the outside, the interior structure of this large house is more European. The sun-brown red oak has been cut into flat armrests and skinny Ionic Roman columns, but the natural tiger stripes of the oak itself are still visible. The staircase goes down from top to bottom, with no edges and corners, and every turn is designed to be perfectly curved. The chandelier on the roof of the building has obviously just been demolished, and the LED light rings hidden in the recesses on the four sides of the ceiling are using bright light to shadow the circular mark of the black pressure in the center.

I suspect it may be a huge crystal all-copper chandelier, stacked with maple leaf crystal slices stacked with Austrian artificial crystals, or a baroque candlestick chandelier draped with small crystal balls. The lamps often looked like shining angels, and they hung their veils on the holiest clouds.

The entire first floor was empty like a blind mountain, with large unopened moving cardboard boxes piled up everywhere, and several tall objects wrapped in strange shapes surrounded a long corner sofa in gun gray. The sofa smells brand new. It's an outlier for the whole space.

"What are you doing here?"

I turned around and saw the man standing behind me, carrying a white towel drawstring in his hand. He handed the bag to me. I took it, and the bag was embroidered with the English name of the hotel, and the bag contained the same towel texture slippers.

It turns out that rich people also have the habit of slipping slippers from the hotel.

"Want to talk to your boyfriend on the phone first?" The man muffled, "Oh, by the way, is that guy named Paige your boyfriend?" ”

"It's not!" My answer was categorical.

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and at the same time, there was a "snort" sound in his nasal cavity, "No wonder." ”

"Did you get in touch with him?" I asked eagerly.

"And who is he?" The other party did not answer the question.

"He... He's my cousin. "I panicked, I don't want the other person to think that I don't have relatives in Lagunda.

Seungjun took out his phone from his pants pocket, "You say, what is the number." ”

"Can you give me my phone back?"

"Yours is out of power for a long time. Shut down. ”

The girl said a number with a sad face, and the phone was quickly connected, and the voice on the other end of the receiver was noisy, and the sound of music mixed with human voices. Seungjoon could feel that the man named Paige was talking at the top of his voice. Seungjun couldn't hear what the other party was talking about, in short, it was a big list. He handed the phone to the girl standing opposite. The girl glanced at him cautiously, she took the phone, turned and paced a few steps. The girl slipped the bag of towels with slippers around her wrist. Her back was baggy, her shirt tucked haphazardly into the waistband of her athletic shorts, her waist was too thin, and the drawstring on the waistband of her shorts tied her into a double knot, half white and half black. Seung-joon was curious, she had dug out such pants from a secret compartment in the cloakroom, and Seung-joon didn't seem to have worn them himself.

The girl's audio is getting higher and higher, and she starts to get impatient, like an angry cat.

Seungjun didn't know what Paige had said to her, maybe it was the same as what he had told him.

The guy named Pai Ge didn't want to leave her alone.

The girl turned around, and she was visibly depressed, her whole little face dry. She walked up to Seungjoon and handed him the phone. "Here you go." She said without raising her eyelids. She sighed, took a few steps back, untied the drawstrings from her wrists, and dropped her slippers on the ground and put them on her feet. She looked up and glanced at Seungjun, her clear eyes like a groundhog.

"That's what he told you?"

Seungjun was stunned.

"He said I didn't have anything to do with him. That's what Pai Ge said to you? ”

Seungjun asked for a moment, and he nodded.

"See if I go back and don't kill him." She muttered quietly.

Seungjun looked at her, and his mind couldn't help but drift through the movie "Kill Bill", where some of the fight scenes were arranged quite interestingly, especially for the psychological lust between close friends and family members.

"You live together?

"Hmm." The girl snorted listlessly.

Seungjoon looked at her, her hair was messy and shaggy, like an untrimmed teddy dog.

"Are you deliberately playing ugly?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your pants are as tall as the leaders of the country."

This sentence seemed to suddenly poke the girl's rib socket, and she immediately raised her eyes, "I didn't want to say it again." Because I'm so passive. Do you think I want to dress like this? What's going on today? Why is everyone fooling me! They all bully me for having a bad brain, aren't they? ”

Seungjun looked at her silently.

"Why don't you speak? Explain to me first, what is the ins and outs of the matter? Why did I come to your house? What about my car? Traffic police haunt the police? Why am I like this? Why are you undressing me!? ”

Seungjoon could feel that this last point was the root of her outburst.

"Actually, I don't want to say it." Seungjun paused, "I was going to give up on you at first. ”

The girl glared at him, she must have been expecting him to finish in one sitting.

"Let's eat first. I am hungry. Seungjun chuckled as he turned around and walked towards the staircase.

"You wait!"

Seungjun didn't pay attention.

"Stop!"

In desperation, the girl took a few steps to follow, and she grabbed Seungjun's arm violently. Seungjun was stunned, he turned his head and saw the girl facing him angrily. She shook her hand away again, "You have to make it clear to me now." Her voice was not high, but it was sonorous and powerful.

"Are you going to kill me too?"

"I can't just stay here with you in such a daze. You have no right to bind me. ”

Seung-joon turned back again, and he was facing her. She may also be aware of the recklessness of her move, and she slowly rubbed a few steps back. Seungjun immediately grabbed one of her arms with his hand, and she was obviously startled, and Seungjun was restrained back to her original position with a panicked expression. As soon as Seungjun let go, she jumped into the distance like a rabbit. She was anchored behind the couch, as if the low sponge back would support her. But she was obviously out of proportion, her slender and clear eyes were like a sweet plum fruit lying down, the honey fruit was dripping and turning, she quickly scanned the whole space, she was a little frustrated, and finally had to settle on Seungjun again.

Seungjun stood in place, a little bored. He has been working non-stop for the past few days, and his body is forced to carry a muddy head, and the head does not want to stand on this aching body. The physical pain of jet lag is combined with the stress of a hard job, and on top of that, you're forced to see these cardboard boxes piled up everywhere when you get home. These dusty cardboard boxes.

There was also the car that drove back from the dock, which passed through the Zeng checkpoint and was finally delivered to Seungjun. Seungjun waited for three years and four months, and to him, it was like a beautiful bride who married far away, and came to him across the ocean with the body of a holy virgin.

As a result, before I could enjoy it, I was scratched by the "Teddy" in front of me.

Seungjoon, of course, didn't want to turn the situation into a hand-to-hand duel. But because of the emotion, he passively participated.

Of course, she is not Seungjun's opponent, although she is extremely sensitive, and she always shows the double arrogance of "my super fierce" milk dog and milk cat, but she is nothing more than a lame Wang Ba fist, the best way to deal with this kind of hand dancing and kicking her legs indiscriminately, the best way is to turn her over. But this little girl is also weird, her strength has been completely restrained by Chengjun, her body is twisted, but she can still pull one of Chengjun's ears with her backhand. She used her force, Seungjun couldn't bear the pain, and then let go of the hand holding her arm. He was still using one leg against her leg sockets, and these movements were all technical, and Seungjoon didn't use any force at all. But this little girl didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and when she turned around, she kicked Chengjun violently, but fortunately Chengjun dodged in time, and the kick just kicked Chengjun's facebone.

"You pervert! You damn pervert! She shouted as she grabbed the cushion on the couch and slammed it at Seungjun. She even wanted to push down an unopened craft statue standing next to the couch. The moment the statue was pushed, Seungjun quickly flashed to the side, and the metal object wrapped in thick plastic bubble wrap fell heavily to the ground. At the same time, Seungjun also grabbed the willow-like waist, and he hooked the gap in the waist of the girl's pants with his hand, and pulled her into his arms.

She was as smart as a little monkey, and wanted to clasp his eyes back, but she stumbled under her feet, and both of them suddenly lost their balance, Seungjun grabbed her shoulders violently, and both of them fell on the carpet.