The man was in his thirties, he was in a straight suit, tall and thin, and his tie was meticulously tied. He looked like an elite with a successful career. Obviously he knew Lu Zhiqiao very well. The two stood by the car chatting, talking and laughing, and didn't mean to go up there.

From this angle, only Lu Zhiqiao's profile can be seen. She seems very happy, with the corners of her mouth raised deep, unlike her previous cold and solemn appearance.

Qi Yan's eyes were dark, and there was a gloomy mood in her eyes. She slowed down and then stopped.

After a while, the man waved to Lu Zhiqiao, turned and returned to the car, Lu Zhiqiao also smiled and waved. The scissor door slowly closed, and the black sports car gradually drove away with the roar of the wild engine and disappeared at the corner of the intersection.

Seeing Lu Zhiqiao turned his head and entered the gate of the community, Qi Yan recovered and hurriedly followed.

The elevator was on the first floor. Lu Zhiqiao pressed the button. The doors on both sides opened. As soon as he stepped in, he was stopped by his waist and hugged from behind. Firmly against the wall.

The door closed slowly, with a slight sense of weightlessness.

Lu Zhiqiao almost yelled, but he smelled the familiar shampoo scent. She was startled, screaming stuck in her throat, and when she saw the person's face, she slowly let out a sigh of relief: "Qi Yan, you..."

"Who is that man?"

"...Which one?"

"I sent you back just now." Qi Yan's voice was low, his nose almost touching her face.

Lu Zhiqiao’s heart was beating so fast that he was really frightened just now. Just now he was breathing well, and his mind was muddy, and he answered, "Friends."

"McLaren 720s, pretty cool."

"..."

The narrow and enclosed space is a bit boring, Qi Yan bent down and put down the laundry detergent, grabbed her chin with one hand, bowed his head and pecked her lips, feeling that it was not enough, and then rubbed it again, rubbing away most of the lipstick and turning it into a muddle. His mouth was full, messy and uneven, as if he had drunk blood.

"So you went out to play?"

"It's not..." Lu Zhiqiao trembled her eyelashes, and was drowsy by her warm|hot breath. Seeing her blushed with a red lips, she felt amused, "Go and do something, he will send me back on the way."

"Why didn't you drive your own car?" Qi Yan kept chasing after him.

When other people were so gossiping, Lu Zhiqiao had long been cold-faced and ignored, but she was a little guilty in the face of Qi Yan, but she clearly did not do anything wrong, and was innocent. So tell the truth: "I'm a little tired recently and don't want to drive."

Bad excuses.

Qi Yan looked at her quietly, did not say a word for a while, and did not make any movement, his eyes were dark and deep.

-Ding

The elevator stopped on the ninth floor and the door opened.

Suddenly, Qi Yan covered Lu Zhiqiao's eyes with one hand, and gently stroked her thick fan-like eyelashes with his fingertips, then lowered his head, and kissed her with his lipstick lips.

This time the kiss was fierce, and the breath was full of strength and predation. There was no gentleness, but the back of her head was guarded extremely carefully. Lu Zhiqiao passively took it, almost powerless to resist. He only felt the unnecessary anger of this person in the dim, and he was too late to think, and was overwhelmed by the whirlpool.

After a long time no one went out, the elevator door closed again, and it stayed on the ninth floor.

When enough to vent, Qi Yan raised his head, and at the same time took away his blindfolded hand, the original uneven lipstick was compacted, but it was a bit pretty.

She pressed the open button and turned her head out.

Lu Zhiqiao was restless throughout the afternoon. Whether he opened his eyes to find something to do or lay down with his eyes closed, his brain was filled with Qi Yan's dark and gloomy eyes, his chest was like a stone pressed, and he was a little dull and breathless.

Only after her mind was sober did she reacted, that person's behavior and words, as well as the bit by bit from the past month, if she really didn't understand the least bit, she would have lived to this age in vain. But she just understood a little more vaguely, and she didn't want to think about it more and more deeply, because it was impossible, even if it did, she would kill it cleanly.

After dinner, Lu Zhiqiao practiced the piano with the child for a while, and then went to take a bath.

She took a set of thin, long-sleeved pajamas from the closet, opened the drawer where the ku was placed, suddenly caught a glimpse of the small box in the corner, pausing at her fingertips, and suddenly feeling itchy

Not long after her period, her thoughts on that aspect were particularly strong, and the inevitable touches during the bath could make her feel like a fire. Rao is that no matter how restrained she can be, she can't resist the natural instinct, and she needs to vent when she should.

Lu Zhiqiao held the small box, took a deep breath, opened it, and took out the toys inside.

The white mist lingered in the bathroom, and the hot water flowed down the curvilinear spine, all the way to the soles of the feet. She held the wall with one hand, and opened the little toy with the other hand. The faint buzzing sound was intertwined with the falling sound of water, which was very secret.

This bath took an extra long time.

After about half an hour, Lu Zhiqiao came out in his pajamas, with water dripping from the ends of his hair, and his face was flushed. She stood in front of the mirror for a while, put the changed clothes into the washing machine, and then blew her hair, making people a little confused and drunk.

Halfway through the blow, the doorbell rang, she turned off the hair dryer and put it down, and looked in front of the cat, her heart tightened, and she opened the door.

Qi Yan stood outside with two bags, the light hit her deep eyebrows, showing a little coldness, but still hooked the corners of her mouth: "My water heater is broken. Let me take a shower if you borrow your bathroom."

Lu Zhiqiao stared at her blankly, his lips squirmed, and his eyes touched the coldness between her eyebrows. Almost the first reaction he guessed it was related to this afternoon's matter, and a chaotic mood suddenly appeared in his heart.

She was only sent off by a friend, how could this person care about it till now.

Thinking about this, I felt more and more that I shouldn't explain when I was in the elevator, and made myself annoyed all afternoon for nothing.

"Can you?" Qi Yan asked repeatedly.

Lu Zhiqiao returned to his senses, said hello, brought her shoes, and led her in.

The bathroom is separated from wet and dry, the sink is outside, the toilet and shower are inside, and there is a door in the middle. Lu Zhiqiao stood outside and picked up the hair dryer again, but did not turn it on. He pointed to the inside and said, "Hot water on the left and cold water on the right."

Qi Yan glanced at her, didn't speak, went in and closed the door.

Inside, there was the sound of the plastic bag being flipped. Lu Zhiqiao was silent for a while, turned on the hair dryer, and the whistling noise instantly drowned out the slight movement. She looked at her face in the mirror, and the hair that was blown up flew over, and her heart was like this, messed up into a mess of unclear threads.

After a while, the water pattered in the bathroom.

There was only one door between the two. Although it was an opaque door, they couldn't see each other, but the gurgling and splashing sound was unavoidable.

That night in the hotel, the sky was thunderous and the fire was crazy until dawn. The two of them did not know how to come a few times. She vaguely remembered that she was extremely tired, and she was helped into the bathroom in a daze, in the water...

The hot air was dry, and Lu Zhiqiao felt that his whole body was dry, and when he touched his hair, it dried, and then covered his face, the temperature was hot|hot. She was so embarrassed that she glanced at the bathroom door with a guilty conscience, turned off the hairdryer, put it away, and fled back to the bedroom.

After a long time, the sound of water stopped, and the outside was quiet for a while, and the door of the living room was opened and closed again.

Lu Zhiqiao waited for a while, got up and went out, and saw that the pair of slippers on the floor mat were neatly arranged, and the living room was empty and no one was seen. She grabbed the cat's eyes and looked out, only the lights of the corridor and the closed door opposite 902 were in her sight.

Then the lights went out.

It's black in front of me.

Lu Zhiqiao stepped back two steps, closed his eyes, flicked away those strange thoughts, turned back to the bathroom, picked up the sponge mop to absorb water, but found that there was no water stain on the tiled floor, and he had obviously been soaked.

She straightened her waist and put the mop back. When she looked up, she saw the little toy she had used lying quietly on the shelf...

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