No matter how strong Rao is Zhou Qiao's psychological endurance is, in less than five seconds, he was defeated in Zhuang Xiu's scorching gaze.

She can be tough and Wen Jinyin's brazenness, but at this time, she can't bear Zhuang Xiubai's possessive eyes.

Zhuang Xiubai, who changed from the humble and calm appearance of a humble gentleman in the past, stared at her fiercely.

At the bottom of his eyes is the depth and wildness that Zhou Qiao has never experienced.

She quickly gathered her emotions and was about to close the door, but Zhuang Xiubai grabbed the doorknob one step ahead of her, entered her room forcefully, and locked the door.

"Zhuang Xiubai, what are you crazy about!" She went to pull Zhuang Xiubai, "Get out of here immediately!"

"I'm not going anywhere from today onwards, it's up to you." Zhuang Xiubai's handsome face was full of stubbornness, and he grabbed her wrist with his backhand and pushed her against the wardrobe at the door.

She raised her other hand and hit Zhuang Xiubai, who was cut behind her back with her arm and clinging to her body.

Zhuang Xiubai's cold lips gently fell on her cheeks, and she couldn't help muttering, "Qiaoqiao."

She was embarrassed and indignant, and turned her head to hide, but unexpectedly, Zhuang Xiubai calculated her direction, and her lips were firmly covered on her lips.

The moment the two of them touched each other's lips and teeth, Zhuang Xiubai's whole person was out of control.

Years of crushing, waiting, and unwillingness, devoured all his sanity, and he hugged the woman in his arms tighter and tighter.

The long-lost scorching heat and manly aura made Zhou Qiao blush instantly, she wanted to scold, but she was gagged, and she could only let out a "babbling" whimper.

To no avail, she bit Zhuang Xiubai's lower lip hard.

The thick smell of blood permeated the mouths of the two, and the severe pain made Zhuang Xiubai have to let go.

"Zhuang Xiubai, get out immediately!" Zhou Qiao ran to the door in disheveled clothes and scolded sharply.

Blood dripped from the corners of Zhuang Xiu's white lips, lust faded in his mind, but the bottom of his eyes was scarlet.

The eyes of the two exchanged fire in the air from a distance of seven or eight meters.

The first to lose is always the one who gives the most.

Zhuang Xiubai's voice was hoarse, and he was the first to speak: "I came to country F to see you, and I won't go anywhere."

"If you trespass into my room without permission, and if you don't leave, I'll call the police immediately!"

He chased after him all the way, and Zhou Qiao still had a good impression in his heart, but for the sake of face, he deliberately picked up the phone.

"Call the police, when the police take me away and control my personal freedom, I won't bother you anymore." Zhuang Xiubai wiped her lower lip, which was still bleeding, with the back of her hand, her voice was dim, and her eyes looking at Zhou Qiao were still full of affection.

Zhou Qiao put the phone back in frustration and sat down on a chair.

There was silence between the two.

Zhuang Xiubai is very tall and standing, and Zhou Qiaojing is only 160 tall and sitting.

Two states, one is the mood of the two at this time.

One wants to stay, and the other wants to pick people up.

"Zhuang Xiubai." Zhou Qiao slowly spoke, "You are already a leader in the medical field at a young age, and I am just a widow."

The word "widow" is accented.

Zhuang Xiu's white pupils shrank, and the bottom of her eyes flashed with the determination to win, "In my heart, you will always be the bright and shining Zhou Qiao with short hair and a miniskirt when you entered the freshman year."

"Zhou Qiao at that time belonged to Zhao Huan, and now and in the future, it will also belong to Zhao Huan." Zhou Qiao wanted to make him die, and continued to pour salt into his heart, "Even if you wait for another three years, five years, ten years, or even twenty years, there will be no results."

"For me, the wait is already a blessing. Before I returned home, I didn't even have a chance to wait for it." Zhuang Xiubai smiled bitterly, "I know, you don't accept me, let alone other men. So, my wait is meaningful."

Zhou Qiao had no desire to argue with him anymore, and issued an eviction order again.

Zhuang Xiubai walked out of the room with his suitcase, took out a room card and swiped the door next door.

Zhou Qiao was not calm, "You live next door to me again?"

"I pay to stay in a hotel, and I can stay wherever I want." Zhuang Xiubai responded lightly.

Zhou Qiao was speechless and closed the door hard.

But in the next few days, Zhou Qiao went to study in the fashion design class, and whether he went out or came back, he didn't meet Zhuang Xiubai.

She felt that this did not conform to Zhuang Xiubai's style of acting, so she specially asked the front desk if Zhuang Xiubai had checked out and moved away, and the front desk checked it on the computer, and said very firmly that she had not moved away.

Zhou Qiao wanted to know more and more, what Zhuang Xiubai was busy in a foreign country where he was unfamiliar with his life.

In fact, in the end, it's worry.

put his mobile phone number out of the blacklist, and he regretted it as soon as he dialed Zhou Qiao.

I wanted to hang up, but Zhuang Xiubai's laughing voice was already heard on the phone, "Not only did I get out of the blacklist, but I also took the initiative to call, and the sun came out of the west."

Zhou Qiao sighed at this time, and deliberately said in a detached tone, "I just checked the number of an insurance salesman in the blacklist, and the operation was wrong, and you were released."

"It's my pleasure." Zhuang Xiubai didn't expose it, "Seeing that your study schedule is quite full these days, I didn't dare to disturb you."

Zhou Qiao echoed and muttered, "It's quite busy."

Hearing that she wanted to end the call, Zhuang Xiubai immediately stopped her, "Today is my birthday, let's have a meal together in the evening."

Zhou Qiao inexplicably softened, "Okay."

Zhuang Xiubai on the other end of the phone has not yet recovered from the joy, and the call has ended.

Zhou Qiao quickly received the order information from Zhuang Xiubai, which was a very stylish F restaurant.

She didn't hesitate and replied with two words: received.

Since it's a birthday, you have to give a gift, and it's not good to go empty-handed.

But she didn't want to leave Zhuang Xiubai any room for reverie, thinking about it, she felt that it was the most appropriate to send cakes.

Dial Zhuang Xiubai's phone again, "Don't prepare the cake, I'll decide."

"I've already ordered the cake." Zhuang Xiubai seemed to guess her thoughts, and reminded directly, "Even if an ordinary friend has a birthday, it's not too much to give a gift, even if it's a greeting card."

"What do you want?" Zhou Qiao asked without thinking.

Zhuang Xiubai had been waiting for her words for a long time, "As long as you send it, I like it."

"Then I'll send you a birthday card!" Zhou Qiao hung up the phone after finishing it.

Having said this, Zhou Qiao still moved his mind.

Zhao Huan celebrated her birthday, she thought of what to give, the most was clothes and shoes, but Zhuang Xiubai obviously did not have that qualification.

Zhuang Xiubai does not smoke or drink, she likes to play tennis the most, and after thinking about it, she decided to give a pair of tennis rackets.

In the evening, the two met in the restaurant, and Zhou Qiao handed over the beautifully packed cardboard box, "Happy birthday."

"What's this good thing?" Zhuang Xiubai received a birthday gift from a woman she loved for the first time, and her eyes were shining with starlight.

Zhou Qiao: "Let's tear it down when I go back to the hotel alone."

"It was a big surprise for me." Zhuang Xiubai smiled and put it on the chair beside him.