The position where the man was standing was exactly the direction of her neckline, and he was so lifted that the whole person in the sweatshirt was pulled up, so he felt cold.

The point is......

She wasn't wearing underwear.

And where he is, just a glance -

Xu Ru: "......"

The scalp tingles.

She began to struggle violently, slapped the man's hand away, and fell to the ground, the fabric on her chest could not bear the weight of a person, it was already elastic, it had been pulled and deformed, and it was wrinkled.

"You ......"

Xu Ru clutched his chest, looking at the man in front of him with one hand in his pocket with a frightened face, he looked at her condescendingly, his narrow eyes were still calm, there was no too obvious emotion at all, and he didn't seem to see anything.

"What am I?"

Song Yan lowered his eyes, saw the woman's frightened expression, simply turned back, continued to sit on the chair, opened the book and glanced at her.

Looking at the man's posture, not to mention how serious he is, he can't see the slightest bit of cattiness, as if, it's really just that she thinks too much.

Xu Ru's wildly beating little heart has calmed down a lot.

She also returned to normal, patted the dust off her back and got up from the ground.

"Thanks, thanks, you."

Her beautiful fox eyes hanged, her tone was sarcastic, and her true nature was revealed, which was completely different from the image on the screen and in front of him a few years ago.

This man is a gentleman on the surface.

But looking at the action of saving her just now, putting others aside, either the princess hugging or hugging the waist, he was very curious, grabbing her collar with one hand, and didn't touch the rest of the place at all.

Cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder, in short, is a neuropathy.

But......

He shouldn't have seen it...... Right?

In that position just now, as long as you look down, you can definitely see that she doesn't wear underwear except for attending events in winter, and the inside of the sweatshirt is naturally empty-

"You're welcome, but the quality of the clothes is not very good."

Song Yan didn't raise his head.

The fingers turned the page forward of the excellent quality paper, and at the same time, the gentleman complained again.

This time, Xu Ru was relieved.

As far as this man's urine is concerned, if he really sees something, he will definitely say it clearly, and it won't be a good thing, and complaining must be indispensable.

"I'll help you."

Behind, Jiang Ruan came down the stairs and walked towards Xu Ru, Yu Guang glanced at Song Yan next to him, and finally, his eyes fell on Xu Ru's face.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I almost fell."

Xu Ru coughed lightly.

I don't want to repeat what I just embarrassed.

Jiang Ruan raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't ask much, and pulled the things in Xu Ru's hand: "I'll come from a high place, I'll rest for a while when I'm tired." ”

As she spoke, she stepped on the chair and wiped the places above Xu Ru that she couldn't reach with neat movements, which was very efficient.

Xu Ru went directly to the farthest corner from Song Yan to wipe it, as long as he didn't confront this dog man, it was easy to say.

Outside the door.

A black Porsche pulls up.

The man got out of the car, all black, the coat hung down to the knees, lined with a long body like jade, the black hair was a little ruffled by the wind, the Danfeng eyes were narrow and long, the tails of the eyes rose a little arc, picking out a very light charm, beautiful and seductive, in the ice and snow world, the skin was white and glowing, and the reddish thin lips were more and more difficult to take off people's eyes.

He carried a few drinks into the first floor.

At a glance, I saw the figure who was stepping on the high chair and wiping the glass.

Without pausing, he walked straight towards that direction.