Luo Qingqiao didn't think that they would use this way to whitewash Zhou Fan, after all, she was innocent, and Zhou Fan was also angry with her.

When she looked back at Uncle Tuesday, there was hatred in her eyes that could not be hidden.

People like them are all raccoon dogs, who only care about their own interests, and do not care about the truth and justice, let alone the situation of those who are victimized.

"Second uncle." Zhou Fan was rarely upright, and his voice was cold as if he had been quenched with poison, "I know that you have long hands, and even the third uncle can reach in." But here, you'd better not worry about it. ”

"Be careful that when the third aunt dies in bed, I have to collect the body."

Very straightforward threat, very explosive melon.

Luo Qingqiao couldn't maintain the calm on the surface, so she simply buried her face in Zhou Fan's arms.

Zhou Fan hugged her waist tightly, but lowered his head and said in her ear: "Don't laugh, no matter how much you laugh, your saliva will rub against me." ”

Luo Qingqiao was a little embarrassed, but couldn't help but look up and ask, "Really?" ”

Knowing that she was asking about another thing, Zhou Fan raised his hand and rubbed the corner of her mouth: "It's really going to flow down." ”

She glared angrily, but knew that he didn't want to say these things, so she didn't ask any further.

After all, it's a scandal at home, and it's normal not to want to spread it.

She looked back at Uncle Tuesday again.

His face turned blue, it was difficult to see the extreme, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Zhou Fan, don't mess with the relationship between men and women by yourself, just think of everyone like you, don't pour this kind of sewage on me." ”

"I don't say anything without evidence."

He said lightly and blocked all the remaining words of Uncle Tuesday.

It seems that there is such a thing.

The water of the wealthy is really deep.

At least by Zhou Fan's side, there is never a shortage of these things that explode to no three views.

The previous proposal was naturally forgotten, and Uncle Tuesday was blackmailed by him to turn the page on this matter.

When he left with a full body of anger, Luo Qingqiao watched him slowly sort out the scattered documents and asked, "I'll ...... first"

"Buckwheat." He suddenly called out her nickname.

Luo Qingqiao scratched her face with her fingertips in embarrassment, and was not too embarrassed to retreat directly: "I'll help you sort out the documents?" ”

She crouched down to pick up the piece of paper that had been thrown under the coffee table.

The slightly longer hair fell to the carpet, and the fair neck could be seen through the gaps.

Zhou Fan stretched out his hand and nodded there.

The slightly cold touch made Luo Qingqiao shiver, and as his palm rubbed against her neck, she suddenly remembered the clip of their relationship a long time ago.

A dimly lit rental house with a cold breeze pouring into the room......

and the voice that only dares to speak out when you care about chaos.

She shuddered, got up suddenly, and even the piece of paper she had just picked up was crumpled by her.

Struggling to smooth out the wrinkles on the paper, she said guiltily, "This ......"

"It's fine." Zhou Fan waved his hand, "You can do it yourself, I'll go out and smoke a cigarette." ”

Luo Qingqiao didn't speak, and watched him leave the room.

She knew that Zhou Fan might have wanted to hug her or do something more intimate just now.

He didn't seem to be in a good mood, and intimate contact was the most expensive but cheapest pastime.

But she couldn't get back the feelings she had at that time, and she didn't want to have cross-border intimacy with him.

Luo Qingqiao silently cleaned up the messy living room, and when the housekeeper came out of the kitchen, when he saw this scene, he came over in a panic to grab the job: "Just rest, let me do this." ”

Seeing that she was a little depressed, she lowered her voice and asked tentatively: "The meal is ready, you go to call Mr. to eat?" ”

“…… Good. ”

It was already dark and the street lights were on.

Luo Qingqiao walked along the oil road for a long time, and walked through most of the villa area before finding Zhou Fan.

He stood under the street lamp and looked at the moon that had just risen in the distance.

The feeling of loneliness arose spontaneously, making Luo Qingqiao stop and not dare to walk towards him.

It was Zhou Fan who noticed her first, snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the trash, and then walked towards her: "What's wrong?" ”

She opened her mouth but didn't make a sound.

Zhou Fan asked again: "What?" ”

Only then did she remember why she had come out to him: "Dinner is ready." ”

"Oh." Zhou Fan put his coat on her, "Remember to wear a coat next time you go out, the temperature difference between day and night is large." ”

There was a strong smell of smoke on his coat, and Luo Qingqiao frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

Walking after Zhou Fan towards home, she asked abruptly: "Why have you been staying here lately, don't you have to coax Anna?" ”

Zhou Fan mentioned before that Zhao Yan and Anna, two women, should maintain an intimate relationship with him in the near future.

He's been staying here for the past few days, and even if he's doing something serious, he's working remotely, and she looks uncomfortable.

"Why do you suddenly ask this?"

She couldn't give an answer, only said, "Just ask." ”

Zhou Fan lowered his eyes and looked at her a few more times: "You're right, I've been hanging her for so long, she should really be angry." ”

"I'll go over and coax, you can eat dinner by yourself."

When Zhou Fan left, the coat was still draped over her.

But Luo Qingqiao felt that the temperature on his body had been sucked away, wrapped his coat tightly, and then continued to walk back.

The phone rang, and it was her home phone again.

"Mom." Luo Qingqiao's voice was a little choked.

It's very faint, like tonight's wind, so faint that it's hard to detect, but it can blow away the temperature on people.

Wang Lanni didn't notice it, and only blindly held accountable: "Why don't you always answer my phone recently?" got married and ambitious, and didn't go home. ”

She is not very familiar with the Internet, and she doesn't know the bloody storms related to her on the Internet, and after the phone is connected, she talks about her flash marriage.

"When will your marriage partner bring it back to us?"