"Isn't he waiting for me to throw himself into the net?"

Zheng Xiaoying clicked on Lu Zihao's avatar with doubts, but found that Lu Zihao was showing the input status, as if he wanted to say something to her.

Zheng Xiaoying's palms oozed sweat, staring at the screen intently, not knowing if Lu Zihao would strangle her.

After all, these things are fatal to men.

"Tomorrow morning, you come to my house."

After waiting for a few seconds, Lu Zihao said something to her.

Zheng Xiaoying changed her sitting position.

I don't know if Lu Zihao felt guilty in her heart, a chill appeared in her heart, and her fingers trembled and put it on the screen.

"Okay."

She sent this sentence out, but Lu Zihao didn't pay attention to her.

Zheng Xiaoying had no choice but to go to sleep.

Early tomorrow morning, she explained to Luo Ran, drove to Lu Zihao's house, and bought him breakfast on the way.

"Miss, are you Miss Zheng?"

She parked her car in the parking lot outside the community, and a security guard came to the security booth.

"I am, what are you looking for me?"

Zheng Xiaoying looked at the security guard with this fresh face, and was sure that she didn't know him.

The security guard met her confused gaze and took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, "Zheng Xiaoying, this is what Mr. Lu asked us to give to you." Mr. Lu said that he would come back in the afternoon, and asked Miss Zheng to clean the house before that. ”

"He asked me to clean the house?"

Zheng Xiaoying's eyes widened, and she was so angry that she wanted to crush the breakfast in her hand.

She came to learn about Lu Zihao's condition, why did she ask her to clean up?

"Miss Zheng, this is what Mr. Lu explained, don't you know?" The security guard looked at her suspiciously, and suddenly added, "By the way, Mr. Lu explained that if Miss Zheng doesn't want to clean, he wants me to tell him." ”

The security guard said, taking out the phone.

"No, I'll go over now." Zheng Xiaoying gritted her teeth and took the key to the security guard and strode into the apartment building.

She opened Lu Zihao's door with the key, looked inside and out, and sure enough, she didn't see Lu Zihao at home.

Zheng Xiaoying walked into the bathroom dissatisfied, filled a plate of water and began to clean up.

Lu Zihao was injured by her, she took the blame first, and this time she put up with Lu Zihao!

Lu Zihao's apartment doesn't look big, but there are a lot of delicate knick-knacks in it, which must be picked up and wiped one by one.

Zheng Xiaoying spent a morning tidying up the hall, and she was so hungry that she ate the breakfast she bought.

After resting for a while, Zheng Xiaoying continued to clean the room.

"It's finally done."

Zheng Xiaoying was so tired that she fell on the sofa, took out her mobile phone and saw that it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

It took her six hours to clean Lu Zihao's apartment!

"Why hasn't he come back?"

Zheng Xiaoying shrugged her eyes and looked at the closed door.

Didn't the security guard say that Lu Zihao would come back in the afternoon? It's already three o'clock, and there's still no one in sight.

Zheng Xiaoying yawned, put the pillow under her head, closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly.

I don't know how long she slept, but she suddenly felt as if someone was holding her, and the masculine masculine breath with a slight smell of wine poured into her nose.

She rubbed her head lightly, her cheek touching a wall of warm, firm flesh. This temperature made her feel very comfortable, and she couldn't help but reach out and hug it.

However, at this moment, the warmth on her cheeks disappeared, replaced by the softness against her back.

Zheng Xiaoying snorted dissatisfiedly, stretched out her hand and touched a soft thing indiscriminately, she lifted it up and covered her body, adjusted her movements again, and continued to sleep.

Half-asleep, she heard something like the door opening.

"Huh?" Zheng Xiaoying opened her eyes suspiciously, and saw a figure walking towards the door in a hazy sight.

The man's back was so high that she had to look up to see his head.

He was dressed in black, the hem of which was tucked into his pants, which made his legs look more slender, and his muscular legs were more eye-catching than those of a model.

Zheng Xiaoying was trying to see more clearly, but the person turned around and disappeared.

She squinted and quickly fell asleep again.

Just as she was about to lose consciousness, a weight suddenly fell on her body, and she snorted softly, and her lips were kissed.

The other party skillfully pried open her lips and wantonly curled her lips and tongue.

The masculine smell of alcohol smoked her drunk, and she unconsciously craned her neck to cooperate with him.

This feeling is the same as in the dream, if not more intense.

Soon, Zheng Xiaoying felt that the hem of her clothes was lifted, and a big hand with a cool feeling stroked all the way up her lower abdomen.

Zheng Xiaoying couldn't describe the feeling at this moment, her whole body softened as if she had been touched by an electric current, and she didn't have the strength to resist at all.

With the sound of metal clashing, the person pressing on her seemed to arch over, and then pressed against her thigh.

"It's you who caused the trouble, and you will take responsibility for me to the end!"

There was a hoarse angry shout in her ears, and Zheng Xiaoying only felt a slight pain in her waist, as if her pants had been ripped off.

She opened her eyes dizzily, and the first thing she saw was a snow-white quilt with a brown belt next to it, and she knew it was a man's at a glance.

"Do what?"

Zheng Xiaoying muttered and turned her head, her eyes met a pair of angry eyes, and her confused appearance was reflected in the black pupils.

Zheng Xiaoying blinked, her reason gradually returned, and when she looked down, a strong muscle was in front of her, and the wheat-colored pectoral muscles pressed against her snow-white chest, and the collision of the two colors formed a strong visual impact.

Zheng Xiaoying was stunned, and in a few seconds, her eyes widened and she raised her hand to hit the person on her body.

"You scumbag...... Not! ”

As soon as her hand fell into the air, she was accurately pressed on the top of her head by Lu Zihao, and her lips were immediately forcibly blocked.

She tried her best to push Lu Zihao away, and the big bed under her shook overwhelmingly, making a sound that made people blush.

Zheng Xiaoying didn't know how long Lu Zihao had been pressing on her, and just when she was about to surrender and give in, Lu Zihao left without saying a word, and then draped the bathrobe on her body.

"You can go."

He dropped a cold word and walked barefoot to the bathroom.

Zheng Xiaoying unexpectedly stood up, and just happened to see Lu Zihao's tense face, his bangs were already half wet, revealing a pair of yin owl eyes.

Zheng Xiaoying watched him walk into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

The deafening sound frightened her back against the head of the bed, accidentally pulling her legs, and then feeling a hot pain.

She looked up to the base of her thighs, and the skin on the inside was so red that it almost broke, but she didn't see any blood, and she didn't feel anything.

Zheng Xiaoying looked at the bathroom in horror, Lu Zihao pressed on her like this, or is it not good?

Realizing this, she quickly pulled out her phone from under the bed and asked Dr. Chan for help.

Lu Zihao's situation is more serious than she imagined!

"You can try to stimulate him." Dr. Chan was resting and quickly resumed her WeChat.

"How exciting?"

Zheng Xiaoying pulled the quilt on her body, and she didn't wear anything inside.

"You're going to seduce him."

Seeing Dr. Chen's reply, Zheng Xiaoying almost choked up.

She glanced over to the bathroom, and after making sure that Lu Zihao hadn't come out yet, she put the quilt on her head and replied to Dr. Chen in a veiled manner.

"Is there no other way than this?"

"Yes." Dr. Chan replied simply, "You look for him to find another woman." ”

Zheng Xiaoying frowned, this suggestion was even worse than the suggestion just now.

She lifted the quilt and looked at the messy single bed, and there was a peculiar smell in the air, reminding her of what had just happened.

She and Lu Zihao have done everything, only the last step is missing.

Push Lu Zihao to other women? Zheng Xiaoying frowned in confusion, and felt uncomfortable for a moment.

Before she could take a closer look, the feeling was gone.

Just as Dr. Chen replied to her again, "Dr. Zheng, I have made a simple assessment of the patient based on what you said. He has no history of sexual dysfunction in the past, he was just scared by you this time, as long as the appropriate stimulation may be cured, if you don't mind, you can bring the patient over for examination. ”

"I don't mind, he does."

Zheng Xiaoying curled up in the quilt and muttered.

Since that night, Lu Zihao's eyes have looked at her every time as if he wanted to kill her.

If Lu Zihao is taken to the doctor, she will die faster.

"Why aren't you leaving?"

Zheng Xiaoying was about to politely reply to Dr. Chen, but unexpectedly, the quilt covering her body was torn off coldly.

She only felt that her body was cold, and the quilt was gone.

Zheng Xiaoying looked behind her in astonishment, and Lu Zihao was standing on the side of the bed, looking down at her with a cold expression.

Seeing that she didn't even put on her clothes, and her snow-white skin was covered with red marks, Lu Zihao pulled his lips, threw away the quilt and turned around and walked out the door.

"Give you five minutes, pack up your things and leave!" His voice was cold and impatient.

Zheng Xiaoying's body shook when she heard this, and she watched Lu Zihao walk out of the room, silently sympathizing in her heart.

People can't do it, and their temper is bad.

"Dr. Chen, I know how to do it."

Zheng Xiaoying put down her phone, went to the bathroom to change her clothes, and ripped off the collar in the mirror to see that her neck and shoulders were covered with red marks.

Zheng Xiaoying looked away unnaturally, took a towel soaked with cold water, put it on her neck, and straightened her hair again, trying to block these traces.

But her hair was too short to cover it no matter how she got it.

"Looks like you've got to grow your hair long."

Zheng Xiaoying smacked her lips, straightened her collar, and walked to the room to bring paper and pen from the desk.

She sorted her thoughts a little, picked up the pen and wrote on the white paper, and it took a few minutes to revise and revise before she smiled with satisfaction.

Picking up her mobile phone, Zheng Xiaoying went to the hall and saw Lu Zihao on the terrace.

He sat down on a chair on the terrace with a glass of red wine on the table next to him.

Lu Zihao didn't seem to notice her arrival, propped himself on the handle of the chair with one hand, tilted his head and looked into the distance.

The oncoming long wind blew his bangs, and he didn't have any expression on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Zheng Xiaoying walked up to him softly and saw that he was only wearing a gray shirt with a round neckline that showed off his strong muscles.

"Lu Zihao?"

She broke the silence with a voice, only to see Lu Zihao raise his eyes, look at him in silence, and then retract his gaze in a blink of an eye.

"Pack up and leave."