The knock on the door became louder and louder, and Zheng Lin had no choice but to open the door

Zheng Lin opened the door, only to see a strange man in front of him, about 180 tall, with delicate facial features, and righteousness between his eyebrows, but at this moment his face was full of complexity, with anger, sadness, panic and a trace of luck.

When the door opened, all the emotion on his face disappeared into a cold face. The man seemed to be firm when he saw Zheng Lin. Before Zheng Lin could speak, the man walked directly into the room.

"Hey, what are you doing. ”

Zheng Lin grabbed his arm and stopped him from continuing into the house.

"Let go of me, where is this slut Luo Qingdie?"

The man ignored Zheng Lin's question, and instead asked angrily, and then flicked his arm to break free of Zheng Lin's hand.

But he was surprised to find that no matter how hard he tried, the thin yellow hand always clutched his arm tightly in mid-air.

"You guy, let go, let go of me, don't think I'm afraid of you. Luo Qingdie, come out for me, I know you're inside, come out!"

The young man shouted into the room.

Luo Qingdie, why is this name so familiar? Zheng Lin thought in his heart, looking for it in his brain, it seemed that she seemed to be a junior at Zheng Lin's school.

That Luo Qingdie is a well-known bewitching school flower in Xuanyuan University, but in the previous life, Zheng Lin knew the enchanting school flower.

Not only was he already seducing his seniors when he was a freshman, but he was also a well-known bus in the school. I remember the most famous time was when she was confessed in public by the civilian school grass who was in the same grade as her at the time, but three weeks later, it was reported that the school grass was dumped after being cuckolded by Luo Qingdie.

Zheng Lin looked up at the man, it seemed that this was the miserable green hat grass Zhao Fuxin

"Luo Qingdie, you come out for me!"

At this moment, Zhao Fuxin had already broken free from his "claws" while Zheng Lin was thinking, walked straight into the bathroom, and began to search

Zheng Lin looked at him with a light of sympathy and pity in his eyes. It is said that Zhao Fuxin spent a lot of money in order to please Luo Qingdie, and now everyone will be angry if they are empty, and it is enough for people to live like this.

That's not right, what does Zhao Fuxin have to do with him! Luo Qingdie is not with him, he is obviously a victim of lying down for no reason.

"Hey, stop, the person you're looking for isn't here. ”

He must be stopped, or he will turn the house upside down.

"Not here, you think I'm a fool, I think you two are playing quite intensely, the whole room is in chaos like this, I'm afraid you just washed and hid somewhere?"

Zheng Lin is full of black lines, it is completely caused by his own cultivation, and he has a relationship with that woman, and it seems that this school grass is not as simple as rumored.

Zheng Lin covered his forehead with one hand, looked at Zhao Fuxin, who had just come out of Zheng Lin's room, and asked, "Then who told you that Luo Qingdie is here with me?"

"Who told me? Hmph, my friend suddenly called me today and told me that Luo Qingdie's woman walked into 602 with a man very ambiguously, which is your room!

The corners of Zheng Lin's mouth twitched frantically, he finally knew who the neurotic brother in the previous life was talking about, and the emotion was the one in front of him, and then he roared angrily.

"Here's 502, 602 on it. You're insane! You don't know how to read the house number before you come!"

............

The room was silent for a moment, as if the air had become solid.

Zhao Fuxin was stunned in place, and it wasn't until three seconds later that he raised his legs and walked stiffly to the door, stretched out his head like a robot's head, and looked at the building number and house number marked on the elevator entrance.

When he saw the golden "5F" and "502", a white light appeared in his brain that made him stop thinking, and bursts of cold sweat ran down his forehead. He slowly turned with an apologetic smile, and his hands were wrapping around Zheng Lin, who was watching a good show, on his chest.

Zhao Fuxin found at this time that he, who was originally among the best in Chinese skills, couldn't think of any word to alleviate the embarrassment here.

That's right, embarrassing, embarrassing with a capital letter!

(The next chapter will be written from Zhao Fuxin's point of view)