Lu Qingge's kind concern was blocked by the man's sharp voice, the corners of her lips twitched, but she still spoke again: "Why is it not closed?" ”

Li Jingheng sneered: "Then you should tell me, what's the matter with you?" ”

Lu Qingge glanced at the man, then timidly withdrew his gaze, and his voice was very low: "You are my husband!" ”

The man's narrow phoenix eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc almost instantly, his deep eyes shrank into her face, and he suddenly smiled: "That's right, I'm the husband you compromised with money in exchange." ”

Lu Qingge, "......"

The air was suddenly quiet.

The conversation between them seems to end forever with the man's one-sided cynicism.

A few seconds later, Lu Qingge bit his lip and said, "You go out, I'm going to get up." ”

Li Jingheng didn't move, leaning back on the sofa in a lazy sitting position, thin lips pouting with a cool smile.

Lu Qingge turned his face to look at her: "I'm going to get dressed." ”

"Whatever."

Lu Qingge, "......"

The woman withdrew her gaze, found her pants on the bed, reached for them, and moved towards the bed, covering her legs with the quilt.

Li Jingheng looked at her appearance and suddenly stood up.

Lu Qingge pulled the quilt with lightning speed, and it should be on his body again.

The man gave her a cold look: "Two legs, they look good, thin and white." ”

When his words fell, Lu Qingge's mouth opened slightly, and he didn't react for a while what Li Jingheng meant.

The man, on the other hand, had already turned around and walked out of the bedroom, and at the same time, the door was slammed slam by the man.

The woman nestled on the bed, lifted the quilt and looked at her legs, tilted her head slightly, and said to herself: "This is a compliment to me?!" ”

Thinking that the usually noble and indifferent man took off her pants with his own hands yesterday, Lu Qingge felt incredulous, and his cheeks were unconsciously red.

……

When Lu Qingge got dressed and went out of the bedroom, he found the man leaning against the corridor and smoking.

The smoke blurred his vision, and even made his eyes darken a little abruptly the moment he saw Lu Qingge.

The woman smiled at him harmlessly: "Mr. Li, are we having breakfast at Li's house?" ”

He asked meaninglessly, "Hungry?" ”

Lu Qingge touched his stomach with a smile: "Well, I'm very hungry, after all, I didn't eat last night." ”

Li Jingheng nodded very cooperatively, but the five words spit out by his thin lips were completely inconsistent with the actions he showed: "Don't eat in Li's house." ”

"Where are you going to eat that?"

"I'm leaving, whatever."

After speaking, Li Jingheng lifted his feet and went downstairs.

Lu Qingge flashed back to the room and took his bag, and then ran to chase the man.

Fortunately, Li Jingheng didn't walk too fast, she caught up, and when she was still panting, she was busy asking for his opinion: "Can you take me with you by the way?" ”

"Am I obligated?"

Of course he is obliged, but he is her rightful husband.

However, Lu Qingge didn't say so, she had already discovered that when communicating with Li Jingheng, she would only use a wagging tail and begging attitude that this man would slightly restrain his sharpness.

So, Lu Qingge still smiled at the man, smiling respectfully and flatteringly, like a pug constantly wagging its tail at its owner.

Soon, Lu Qingge spoke: "No, you have no obligation, but you said you were going to leave after smoking at the bedroom door, aren't you waiting for me?" ”