Xie Yanzhi, the only heir of the Xie family, known as Xie Shao, is cold and noble, calm and calm, and in the eyes of outsiders, he is an ascetic Buddha.

Before last night, Zhou Qingruo also thought so, but after a night of "torture", she knew very well in her heart that this man was very good at pretending, too good at pretending, one set in front of one person and one set in the back, eating people without spitting out bones......

"Xie Shao is not afraid of being squeezed dry?" Zhou Qingruo gritted his teeth and asked.

When the words fell, I only felt that my body was cold, the quilt was lifted, and the spring was infinite in an instant.

Xie Yanzhi squinted slightly, and his slightly calloused palm touched her round shoulder.

Zhou Qingruo was inexplicably flustered, her porcelain white face was still smiling, like a cunning little fox, she took the initiative to drill into Xie Yanzhi's arms.

The man instantly bullied up, leaned into her ear, and said evilly: "Won't you know if you try it?" ”

In an instant, a room was beautiful.

Afterwards, Xie Yanzhi asked people to send clothes over, from the inside out.

The size is just right.

Zhou Qingruo thought that when the two of them were dying last night, Xie Yanzhi measured it with his hand and said the size accurately.

Halfway through the clothes, Zhou Qingruo's twenty-four filial boyfriend Song Yan called.

"Baby, I'll go to your house to bring you breakfast, why aren't you there?"

"I slept at the table last night."

Xie Yanzhi looked sideways and snorted lightly.

Zhou Qingruo raised her head inadvertently, and just touched the dark deep eyes, her heart tightened, and she quietly turned her face away.

"I'll hang up first."

"Of course there is! Take you to meet a friend in the evening. ”

"Okay."

……

As soon as I ended the call, the phone rang again, and a new message prompted.

It was sent by her half-sister Zhou Ying, who was three years younger than her.

Several photos.

are all intimate photos of her and Song Yan.

Zhou Ying: "Sister, Ah Yan said that he likes me." ”

Zhou Qingruo ignored her, and looked up at the tool man Xie Shao, "Xie Shao, add a WeChat." ”

Xie Yanzhi lifted his eyelids lazily, his eyes stayed on the woman's delicate and full red lips, and his voice was restrained and hoarse: "Do you still want to date?" ”

Zhou Qingruo was stunned, knowing that he had misunderstood, but she didn't explain, "Xie Shao doesn't want to?" ”

Xie Yanzhi did not answer, but picked up his mobile phone to scan the code.

After becoming a friend, Zhou Qingruo transferred the money for the clothes to Xie Yanzhi, and then raised his mobile phone at him, "Thank you!" I have to go. ”

*

Zhou Qingruo returned to the studio and met He Jiao.

This studio was jointly opened by Zhou Qingruo and He Jiao, Zhou Qingruo was responsible for painting, He Jiao was responsible for selling, and the two have been working together for five years.

He Jiao's eyes were sharp, and he immediately found the scar on her neck, "Ruoruo, tell me honestly, was it last night...... Uh-huh? ”

As she spoke, she squeezed her eyebrows at Zhou Qingruo.

It's early summer, and even if she has tied a scarf around her neck, it's still hard to cover all the scars.

Zhou Qingruo wanted to curse in his heart again.

"I gave Song Yan a green hat!" She didn't hide it from He Jiao, He Jiao knew about Song Yan and Zhou Ying before.

He Jiao suddenly gossiped, "Amazing! ”

Zhou Qingruo: "......"

She is not powerful, if she is powerful, she will be cuckolded by Song Yan first.

"Ruoruo, who is this man? Is it handsome? Handsome than Song Yan? He Jiao blinked, staring at Yu Ji on her neck, "But seriously, this man is quite ruthless." ”

Without waiting for Zhou Qingruo to speak, Song Yan's voice sounded in the corridor: "Baby, I'll pick you up from work." ”

He Jiao said "tsk" twice meaningfully, lowered his voice and said, "You hurry up and cover it!" ”

Zhou Qingruo spread out his waist-length hair, just covering the marks.

"Song Shao, you come to pick us up again!" He Jiao greeted with a smile.

Song Yan responded with a smile: "If it is my future wife." ”

As he spoke, he held Zhou Qingruo's white and tender little hand in the palm of his hand to swear sovereignty.

Zhou Qingruo let him, "Why did you come so early?" ”

Song Yan: "Xie Yanzhidu has been back for a few days, he has time tonight, let's go over a little earlier." ”

Zhou Qingruo nodded lightly, "Hmm." ”