The clothes that the senior sisters had accumulated were as high as a mountain, and by the time Ling Chu had washed the last pair of pants, stars had already hung in the sky.

She didn't even feel angry, boiled the water, washed her hair and wiped her back, she supported her face with her hands and sat on the steps at the door of the room.

With an embarrassing rumbling of his stomach, Ling Chu looked up at the moon in the sky, and his eyes couldn't help but feel a little sour.

Last night, although it was less than two days, she felt like she was living like a year.

She wants to go home, wants to call her parents, wants to take another look at the male number one of the crew of "The End of Love" next door, and wants to drink a cup of fragrant milk tea at a good price......

"Let's go", tears fell uncontrollably, she pretended to be strong, and hummed a small tune in her mouth: "I know what's wrong, I know that the moon in foreign countries is not relatively round!"

"I know, yo~yo......"

The grassroots are the most tenacious and tenacious, and know how to find spiritual solace in self-entertainment.

Before the last "yo" was finished, a sudden gust of wind blew violently.

Immediately after, a black shadow fell from the sky, and a hand was pinched around Ling Chu's neck.

"You ......" The man was dressed in a night suit, half of his face was covered by a mask, and there was a deep wound on his waist, which was dripping with blood.

"Don't talk, I understand!" Listening to the noise in the front yard, Ling Chu interrupted the man's words in a hurry, and then grabbed his arm and went into the room.

The man was a little stunned, and by the time he reacted, he had already been pushed onto the bed by Ling Chu.

Taking off her coat, she put down the bed tent, and her voice was simply and domineering: "If you want to live, shut up!"

The man's evil narrow eyes darkened, and he lay down next to Ling Chu.

This kind of plot is very familiar to Ling Chu, who often plays a trick in costume dramas.

You can guess with your toes that someone will break down the door and search for the man who looks like an assassin.

"Bang!" As soon as Ling Chu covered the quilt, the door was kicked open by force.

"Ahh

The official at the head was not very old, swept Ling Chu's frightened little face, subconsciously turned around, and said officially: "Excuse me, girl, we are tracking an assassin, have you met a man in black and wearing a mask?"

Ling Chu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his voice sounded uncertain: "No...... No, I was a little uncomfortable, so I lay down earlier. ”

The official said "um", and just raised his foot to take people away, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of red blood on the ground, squatted down and touched it warm.

He turned his head and said quietly, "The girl really didn't see the assassin, what is the matter with this blood?"

"I ......" Ling Chu's face flushed, and she whispered delicately: "It's hard to talk about the affairs of my daughter's family." ”

The official frowned, but he was reminded by the older behind him, and he realized it later.

Coughing lightly twice, he waved his hand, "Let's go!"

After the door closed, Ling Chu let out a sigh of relief.

The man in the quilt poked his head out and looked at Ling Chu with interest, "What's your name?"

His warm breath sprayed on her neck intentionally or unintentionally, making her move uncomfortably to the side, "You don't have to make a gesture!"

"Oh?" the man listened, as if he had found an interesting prey, and his eyes sparkled even more.

This woman is not only bold, but also smart, which is really interesting.

Ling Chu saw that the man didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, she lifted the quilt, didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and directly dragged him under the bed, "You go quickly, don't bother me!"

"If those officials come back later, I'll be finished!"

"Eleven. At this time, Minghui's voice sounded outside the door.

"I remember you. The man hooked his lips and flipped out of the back window.

Ling Chu made up the scene of the domineering president falling in love with me, rubbed his arms coldly, and wiped the blood on the ground with the soles of his shoes.