He glanced at her condescendingly, then got up and walked to the side to talk to Mr. Du, Mu Jiaojiao was half dead, sitting on the chair and glaring at Zhao Pingjin.

But staring at it, but the spring heart rippled again, Zhao Pingjin's back was also so charming, Mu Jiao thought, I really don't know what it looks like to take off my clothes.

That Zhuang Mingwei, like a thin washboard, is really a blessing, full of Kyoto, and she probably slept with Zhao Pingjin alone.

Zhao Pingjin and Mr. Du walked to the side to smoke, and from this angle, they could see the faces of Xu He and Wen Heng.

Wen Heng is about a freshly cooked fish, and the spicy taste is tangy, making people appetize.

Zhao Pingjin dusted off his cigarette ash and looked at Xu He casually.

She was now like a gluttonous cat circling around the stove, looking at Wen Heng with sparkling eyes.

Zhao Pingjin felt that with Xu He, a cheap woman, Wen Heng could trick her into bed with just a few fish.

"It's time to eat." Mrs. Du greeted everyone.

The summer days are long, and it is still bright at half past six.

However, the servants prepared all kinds of lanterns and prepared to turn them on when it was a little dark.

There are long tables on the lawn, snow-white tablecloths, and white chairs made by Mr. Du in his own spare time, and the bouquets are small wildflowers picked from the garden.

Mr. Du and his wife and A Xu naturally sat together, Zhao Pingjin took his female companion, and Wen Heng and Xu He's seats were arranged in one place, just opposite Zhao Pingjin.

Wen Heng sandwiched fish for Xu He and poured juice for her, he is not the kind of warm man with central air conditioning, and he is not very considerate of taking care of girls, but he is very serious.

Xu He didn't look at the other side the whole time, only lowered his head and quietly ate vegetables and drank juice.

Mrs. Du opened the red wine and poured a glass for Xu He.

Xu He didn't want to drink it, but Mu Jiao held the wine glass, coquettishly to Zhao Pingjin, and made a fuss about drinking a glass of wine with him, Zhao Pingjin was probably annoyed by her, so he coped with it and drank a sip of the wine in Mu Jiao's cup.

But Xu He actually knew, and Zhao Pingjin must be particularly useful.

"Ah Heng and Xiao He also have a drink." Mrs. Du proposed with a smile, Xu He subconsciously looked at Zhao Pingjin, but his eyelashes were half raised, but they slowly drooped down.

She reached out and grabbed the wine glass, and nodded when Wen Heng asked politely.

The crisp clinking of glasses sounded, and the maid lit up the garden's lights.

Xu He took a sip of red wine, and the moment he put down the glass, he glanced at Zhao Pingjin quickly.

He leaned back in his chair and looked at her and Wen Heng with cold eyes.

He obviously didn't have any expression, and he didn't show displeasure, but this was not shocking, but it made people panic even more.

Xu He put down the cup, feeling a little fever in her stomach, she reached out to take the juice, but the juice cup was overturned by her.

The juice was sticky and greasy sprinkled on her pants, Xu He hurriedly stood up, and Wen Heng had already quickly taken out a tissue to help her clean up.

Xu He hurriedly stretched out his hand to take it and whispered, "I can do it myself." ”

Mrs. Du had already gotten up and walked over, and when she saw that the lower end of her shirt and pants were wet, she said, "I'll ask people to get clean clothes, you go and rinse them and change them." ”

"It's out of the way, it's so hot, it'll be dry in a while."

"This is juice, it's very uncomfortable to stick to the skin, let's go and change it, otherwise, my master seems so inconsiderate."

Mrs. Du smiled and joked, she was kind, Xu He really had no choice but to respond.

The maid took Xu He to the guest room.

When she walked out for a distance, she heard Mu Jiao coquettish to Zhao Pingjin: "You try this fish, this little handsome guy's craftsmanship is really good." ”

"I don't like spicy food."

Zhao Pingjin only replied lightly.

Mr. Du and Mrs. Du were stunned, but they didn't say anything.

Wen Heng glanced at Zhao Pingjin, I don't know if it was his illusion, there were a few brief moments of eye contact, and he could feel the coldness and unkindness in the man's eyes.

Wen Heng thought about it carefully, he didn't know this Mr. Zhao, and today was the first time they met, and he must have never offended him.

But it just feels like he's very prejudiced against himself.

Zhao Pingjin drank a few glasses of wine in a row, he was not a greedy person, but tonight he was obviously a little indulgent, and he didn't refuse to come.

Halfway through, I was a little drunk, and I stood up slowly: "I'll go to the bathroom." ”

Mu Jiao hurriedly got up to accompany him, but Zhao Pingjin pushed her hand away: "You will follow me when I go to the bathroom?" ”

Mu Jiao covered her mouth and smiled, her coquettish eyes glanced at him: "I'm afraid that you won't be able to help you when you're drunk, I'll help you out." ”

Zhao Pingjin's eyes were cold and fell on Mu Jiao's face.

Mu Jiao was a little sneering: "Just kidding......"

She sat down slowly and watched Zhao Pingjin get up and leave.

There is some resentment in my heart.

A woman like her can't take him.

My girlfriends are still waiting to see her invincible record.

But this time, this man is really hard to bite.

Mu Jiao was a little deflated, held the wine glass, and poured a sip of stuffy wine on her head.

Xu He followed the maid upstairs to clean and change into a clean white cotton dress.

The skirt is new, the style is simple and elegant, but it suits her very well.

When she came back, the maid led her to another way: "When I came, the road had to go through the garden, there were many mosquitoes, I saw that Miss Xu, you were wearing a skirt, so I took you this way." ”

Xu He did not doubt that he had him, and followed the servant along the cobblestone path.

The lights on the lawn in the distance loomed, Xu He walked while enjoying the scenery along the road, Mr. Du is a top garden designer, and his private house is naturally beautiful.

Xu He was dazzled, and suddenly looked up, but the figure of the servant was gone, she was stunned for a moment, and then guessed something in her heart, but she felt that it was unlikely.

This is in someone else's home, and his hand can't stretch out so long.

But as soon as this thought was pressed, Xu He saw a long figure standing under a bush of luxuriant flowers and trees at the end of the path.

The night breeze in early summer seemed to have suddenly quieted down, and for a moment, Xu He felt that only she and Zhao Pingjin were left between heaven and earth.

The little flying insect was buzzing in his ears, and when the pace stopped, the calf under the skirt was bitten by mosquitoes, and under the itching pain, Xu He came back to his senses and bent down to slap.

Zhao Pingjin pinched out his cigarette and walked over to her.

Xu He turned around and was about to leave.

Zhao Pingjin didn't stop her, just followed her unhurriedly.

Xu He walked out for more than ten steps in one breath, and suddenly stopped and turned around.

Zhao Pingjin put one hand in his trouser pocket and stopped slowly.

He looked at her with a little determined, indulgent smile, as if she were nothing more than a little prey in the palm of his hand.