"Which downstairs are you?"

He didn't bring his assistant last night, and went to the banquet alone, and did not inform anyone about where he went when he left... How did Mo Lu know?

"Of course it's downstairs where you live, where else is there?" Mo Lu's excitement in her tone, with the arrogance and smugness of a young lady, "Come down! Try this lady's craftsmanship. Da"

Lu Qing's chest suddenly sank, letting go of his heart.

"Oh..." He responded calmly, lying very smoothly, "I am not in my place to live. My mother called last night and I went home temporarily."

Going home?

Mo Lu suddenly fell silent, and then said, "Oh, that's a coincidence. Then next time, hum, I'll go home and bring it to my dad."

"Yes." Lu Qing calmly comforted her, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, he turned around and suddenly bumped into Qin Sangyu's beautiful eyes that were astonished as Qin Sangyu's cat on the bed.

——The curled eyelashes are stained with foggy moisture, and their blank eyes are very cute.

He was dazed in sight.

"Are you lying?" Qin Sangyu's hangover was not over and he spoke with a big tongue, "You actually lie? Lu Qing, you little virgin, who is so pure that you don't even know what Anerle is, now you have learned to lie to your girlfriend?"

Lu Qing's eyebrows were dark, and he picked up the clothes on the ground and threw them to her, his face tense: "That happened hundreds of years ago? Do you still remember? How much do you think you know me now?"

Yes, that's right.

That seems to be a long time ago.

Qin Sangyu looked down at the clothes he threw at him, and his little temper suddenly came up again: "Why are the clothes smelly? I don't wear them."

Lu Qing was stirred by her in the morning and glanced at her coldly and angrily: "Didn't you vomit at night? I didn't count the account of the whole room with you, are you stuttering with me?"

But Qin Sangyu doesn't care.

The clothes are smelly and dirty, so she doesn't like to wear them.

Lu Qing went into the bathroom. Qin Sangyu took her nightgown and said that she had wrapped it up and wanted to get out of bed, but her ankle suddenly hurt. She "hissed", kicked the quilt and curled up her knees to see that the ankle she had sprained a few days ago had now turned from green to purple and red, as dense as blood spots, which looked very scary.

When Lu Qing came out of the bathroom, he saw this scene.

He was wearing a shirt and trousers, buttoned up and washed up, and looked energetic.

"What's wrong?"

He frowned and saw her wounds.

Qin Sangyu rubbed her feet for a few minutes, and now she was a little awake. A hint of embarrassment flashed in her charming eyes and said, "It's nothing. It was all done a few days ago. I wore high heels last night and got stuck again."

Lu Qing snorted: "You have to suffer from it yourself. If you shouldn't hook up with someone you shouldn't have to pay a price."

Qin Sangyu felt a little nervous, looked at him with extreme sensitivity, and sneered: "The person you shouldn't hook up with? Are you talking about Zou Qi'an? Director Lu is really embarrassed to say this. It's not right to hook up with me. It's the right thing to just hook up with you!"

Lu Qingli ignored her choking with him like a little rooster holding her head up, walked over, looked down at her injuries, pinched her, grabbed the customer service phone number next to her and called.

"...Well, yes, the most expensive thing to be injured by the bruises," he said, and couldn't help but glance at her and said, "I also need a set of clothes, women's style, bust...85c..."

"Sorry—" Qin Sangyu came over, stared at his eyes seriously, and leaned over to the receiver and said, "85d."

The look of staring at him seemed to be provoking him to be unpredictable and had not tested it personally.

Lu Qing's face turned black and his eyes stared at her fiercely.

I ended the call with silence.

This little woman...is simply hateful.

"If you don't say it... I've forgotten it." He spoke suddenly, stretched his arms to both sides of her, and his eyes were full of strength.

Qin Sangyu trembled, and she had a bad premonition. Her little hands were sweating behind her back, looking at him with some vigilance.

"We seemed to have reached an agreement at the hotel last night, right? Miss Qin shouldn't be that drunk now, so please think about what our agreement was at that time."

Going closer, gently pinched her chin with her long fingers, leaned over and said, "I, Lu Qing, are not afraid of people breaking the bridge, because if you want to enter the customs, you have to pass me. You just said that, indeed, you should only
Chapter completed!