Reading Pavilion 『 』, the full text is free to read. Chapter 8

Su Yao lowered her eyelids slightly, and walked in with a cup, her steps were extremely light, and the two people were extremely engaged in what they said, and she didn't realize her existence until she finished pouring water.

"Ouch!" One of them patted his chest and said, "Come in and don't make a sound, you want to scare people to death!" ”

Su Yao smiled at them, "Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts calling the door in the middle of the night, the first layer of hell in the legend is the tongue pulling hell, people who slander others in life will enter the tongue pulling hell after death, and then the ghost slowly pulls out the tongue over and over again, so it is better to keep some virtue when you are a man." ”

It wasn't until she left that the two middle-aged women dared to take a breath, and one of them just wanted to scold, but as if thinking of what she had just said, he quickly closed his mouth again.

Su Yao returned to the room with the water, sat there and drank slowly, his face was calm, and he couldn't see his joy or anger.

After drinking a glass of water, she went into the bathroom, wrapped the injured area with plastic wrap, and came out with a simple shower.

This basement has no bathroom, it was renovated after she moved in, the space is small, and the concrete walls make the already small space even more cramped.

Standing in front of the mirror, my fingers reached for the position of the shoulder bone behind me, although it no longer hurts, I always felt that the deep tooth mark was still there.

There was a knock on the door, and she quickly got dressed, put the chair away, and opened the door.

There was Steward Tong standing outside the door, and naturally she didn't have a good face for her, "The young master is back, tell you to go up." ”

Su Yao was silent, "I blew my hair and went up." ”

"Don't blow it, go now, don't you know the young master's temper?"

"Got it, I'll go right away."

After closing the door, she hid all the cash on her body, and didn't care about her head, and stepped on the stairs to the second floor. w g

His door was open, and as he stood in the doorway, watching him lie on his back on the bed, he couldn't help but think of what he saw here today......

She knocked on the door, "Master, are you looking for me?" ”

Lu Qingcheng didn't move, put one hand on his forehead, and his voice was still low, "Come in." ”

She walked over and stopped two steps away from the bed, Lu Qingcheng said, "I have a headache." ”

Listening to this tone, it seems to be drunk.

"Did you drink?"

Lu Qingcheng frowned, snorted lightly, and did not speak.

Su Yao took another step forward, lowered his head slightly, smelled a faint smell of wine, turned around and went out, and when he came back, he had an extra cup of chilled honey lemon tea in his hand.

"Drink this, it'll get better."

Lu Qingcheng maintained the posture just now and still didn't move, so Su Yao put the water cup on the bedside table, "The water is here, drink it yourself when you are thirsty." ”

She turned to go back, but his left and right wrists were grabbed by him, and before she could react, the whole person had been pulled to the bed by him and pressed against him.

He clasped one hand on her back, stroked her gently, and said softly with a rare coquettishness, "Yaoyao, you feed me." ”

Yaoyao!

He's calling Jian Mengyao, right?

Su Yao's heart sank, and his voice became cold, "Young Master, Miss Jian is not here, do you want to call her?" ”

"Water."

"You let me go first, I'll go get water."

I don't know if he was really drunk or fake, but he understood this sentence and let go.

Su Yao brought the water over, sat on the side, laboriously supported his head to his lap with his left hand, and slowly fed him water.

The cold liquid made his eyebrows stretch a lot, but when he turned over, he took her into his arms again, and he didn't move again until dawn.

This night, Su Yao barely closed his eyes.

Looking at the man in front of her, she remembered a lot of things, the past, the present, there are many things that dare to think, and there are many things that dare not be remembered. High-quality and free reading is available in the Reading Pavilion "MIP."