Su Jia returned to her normal color, "Why should Mr. Lu take it seriously, it's just a joke with you." ”

"Heh," he laughed coldly, "American life is more open than China's, and flirting with men is just a joke for Miss Su." ”

Su Jia turned around and stopped looking at him, "Mr. Lu, I'm going to take a bath, please go out first." ”

That sentence, Lu Yanhe sounded like gritting his teeth.

He stood still and didn't move, Su Jia pushed him out directly, and then threw him at the door angrily.

She walked into the bathtub barefoot, the water in it was neither lukewarm nor hot, it was just right to soak, not too hot and not too cold.

Lu Yanhe took a cold shower in the bathroom downstairs, and when he came out, he saw that the door of the master bedroom bathroom was still closed, and there was no sound.

He went back to the bedroom, took a cigarette from the cigarette case, and lit it slowly, with mixed feelings in his heart.

When you're done smoking, you snuff out the cigarette butt and throw it into the trash can behind you.

After a long time, Su Jia didn't come out of it.

Lu Yanhe was puzzled, got up and walked towards the bathroom, knocked on the door a few times, but got no response.

There was still silence inside.

He hesitated, hesitated and whispered, "Jiajia? ”

"......" did not get a response from her.

Lu Yanhe was startled and unscrewed the doorknob, but she didn't lock it.

The people inside had fallen asleep at some point, lying in the bathtub, their faces crimson, as if soaked in a layer of rouge.

Lu Yanhe looked at her like this, and couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth.

He sighed softly, almost inaudiblely, stepped forward to prop up her soft body, ripped off a bath towel and put it over her body, and hugged her into his arms.

Su Jia hummed and moaned twice, and I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and rubbed restlessly on his chest.

On top of his white shirt, a puddle of water quickly cleared.

Su Jia called out sullenly, "Yan He......"

Lu Yanhe suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and even breathing became difficult.

Wen Xiang Nephrite is in his arms, he is a man with normal body and mind, facing the woman he loves, where can he really sit still?

Her skin was as smooth as ever, like milk.

The heat on Lu Yanhe's body is constantly increasing, and it is difficult to subside.

It's been nine years, and she is no longer the young girl she was at the beginning, she has the means, can seduce, and can tease.

Even the midnight flirting is just a matter of hand.

But what gave him the most headache was not her change, but that he didn't figure out what her purpose was.

Isn't it that they are calculating how to use him?

Or do you suddenly regret it and want to start over with him?

Lu Yanhe believes in the former of these two results, after all, the latter is too unrealistic for him.

Jiajia, if you don't love, why do you keep flirting?

Lu Yanhe carried her to the bed, and then took a towel to wipe her wet hair.

Seeing that she was still restless, she couldn't help but reprimand in a low voice, "Be honest! ”

After drying her hair and putting her in the quilt, Lu Yanhe breathed a sigh of relief.

His slender fingers lightly touched her face, and he saw that her eyebrows were still frowning.

What is it that makes her so uneasy?

Lu Yanhe looked at her for a while, and gradually felt a little dry mouth, and finally couldn't resist the temptation, leaned down and kissed her on the lips.

Then he raised his hand to touch her brow, as if trying to soothe her depression.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she met her, Su Jia showed signs of waking up, her willow eyebrows furrowed deeper, and she muttered, "Tang Yuzhou, be honest......"

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