Unable to hear the movement behind him, Zhan Xiaocheng turned around, lit a cigarette, brought it to his lips and took a slow puff, and looked down condescendingly at the thin poor girl dragging a large suitcase across five or six steps, frowning a little impatiently: "What are you doing in a daze?"

Ruan Qinghua didn't expect Zhan Xiaocheng to turn around suddenly, hurriedly lowered his head as if he had been caught peeping, and hurriedly raised his hand to wipe away the faint tears from the corners of his eyes.

was already flustered, frightened by him, hurriedly raised his steps, still carrying a huge suitcase in his hand, his body center of gravity was unstable, the whole person leaned back, and rolled down the stairs like a ball with a box.

The scene of the previous life reappeared, Ruan Qinghua's head hit the ground, and suddenly, half of his face was red with blood, and he lay on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up.

Zhan Xiaocheng was obviously also shocked by this scene, there was not much expression on his face, he grabbed the bag with one hand, stood at the staircase, and glanced at the girl who fell down with his usual indifference.

The girl had a rustic black spectacle frame on her face, and she was looking up at him.

Through two thin lenses, those big black eyes were full of grievances and some emotions that he couldn't see through.

Zhan Xiaocheng spat out a puff of smoke rings, snorted in a low voice, as if watching a boring play, frowned, and turned to leave.

Unlike in her previous life, Zhan Xiaocheng didn't come over to pick her up, Ruan Qing painted for a few seconds, got up from the ground with her hands and feet, wiped the blood on her face indiscriminately, carried the suitcase, and went upstairs to Zhan Xiaocheng's room.

The top floor is very large, it is the territory of Zhan Xiaocheng, and it is also the place that Ruan Qinghua is most familiar with, she used to live here often and sleep in Zhan Xiaocheng's bedroom.

Familiar into the bedroom, clothes scattered on the floor, the sound of dripping water from the bathroom.

Zhan Xiaocheng is taking a bath......

Ruan Qinghua is no stranger to this man's sexy and good figure, after all, he and Zhan Xiaocheng slept together more than once in his previous life......

The bedroom has not changed much from before, with black, white and gray decoration, post-modern furniture, and dark gray curtains, which makes the whole room a little depressing.

It's like the style of Zhan Xiaocheng.

Ruan Qinghua took a few tissues, wiped the blood on her face briefly, found the sheets and bedding from the closet, and quickly changed them.

I thought it would be better to leave before he came out, but as soon as I got to the door, the bathroom door opened.

"Come here!"

Behind him was Zhan Xiaocheng's cold, commanding voice.

Ruan Qinghua's little hand holding the doorknob shook for a moment, and his body stiffened for a few seconds before he slowly turned around.

Zhan Xiaocheng was wrapped in a white bathrobe, his belt was loosely tied, revealing a large piece of sexy and tight chest, and his honey-colored muscles were swollen.

There have been countless nights, and the lingering and agitated pictures of Zhan Xiaocheng have jumped into my head frame by frame.

Ruan Qinghua felt that standing in front of Zhan Xiaocheng at this moment was like taking off his clothes, and the whole person seemed to be burning, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

The gaze that stopped on the lively man hurriedly aside, Ruan Qinghua pretended to be timid and moved two steps forward, hung his head, lowered his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes, and called weakly: "Seven....... Uncle Seven......"

After the call, Ruan Qinghua regretted it.

At this time, Zhan Xiaocheng was twenty-eight years old, and it was the first time he met her, and he probably didn't know her relationship with Shen Changru yet.

Zhan Xiaocheng is the youngest son of Zhan Cangyuan, the master of the Zhan family, and the seventh oldest in the Zhan family, Zhan Xiaocheng should call the second master of the Zhan family, Zhan Xiaohe, a brother, and Shen Changru a sister-in-law.

In terms of seniority, she is a generation behind Zhan Xiaocheng, so she should naturally call him Uncle Seven.