Chapter 27

Qingyao was stunned at the corner of the stairs for a few seconds before he pedaled downstairs with him again.

He had long legs and big steps. When Qingyao followed him into the garden, he didn't see him.

Just as he hesitated, he saw that the familiar black Bentley Tim had driven to the garden gate from the exit at the other end.

"Hey, don't go yet!" she ran across the garden quickly, but the gate couldn't be opened.

In a hurry, he gave full play to his instinctive strengths and climbed the carved gate several times and turned out briskly.

Maybe she surprised him by her rebellious behavior. Lu Shaoqiu, who was not allowed to pay attention to her driving straight, stopped the car slowly.

Qingyuan gasps and runs to the driver's window.

The window rolled down. Before she could organize her language, Lu Shaoqiu's voice was as cold as ice: "get out!"

Qingyao was stunned, the window closed again, and the car moved forward smoothly.

"Hey -" Qingyao angrily chased up, and his hand was only enough to pat the bottom of the car, and then he couldn't catch up again.

Standing on the main road under the shade of the villa with his hands on his hips, Qingyao had a stomachache.

After the curse, Feng Ming cursed Gu Jingcheng again.

Then he climbed back to the luxurious villa along the original road.

Looking around, I dare not go near the swimming pool.

He went to the gingko tree behind the villa building and sat down on the mat.

The grass is green and soft, comparable to the fluffy carpet in front of her sofa.

Her appearance and color are much more beautiful, noble and classy than her monotonous milky white fluff carpet.

She saw that he seemed to live alone in such a large cold villa.

Also, his abnormal character and vicious mouth make him a ghost only if someone is willing to live with him. Rao is no matter how close he is, he can't afford to lose his temper every once in a while.

Ma, he deserves to be alone!

When the master is away, she won't break into his house without permission. She will wait under the tree.

It's also the iron rule of her line to be shameless without skin. It's not easy to squat down at the bottom of his building. You can't go back without killing him!

Cicadas chirp, the air is fresh and the scenery is beautiful, but it's too hot.

Although they were huddled under the big trees, the wind blowing from the sea was stopped by the courtyard wall. People sitting here were like being steamed in a huge and luxurious oven, so that the grease and ointment on their bodies were burning.

He took out a thick Buddhist sutra from his backpack and read it. A good young man Yun Qingyao didn't play games or read novels. He read Buddhist sutras when crouching.

Especially now, she needs more and more. It's too hot. She needs to meditate!

In this weather, even if she is not a crab, she is going to be roasted.

"Buddha said: sitting is also Zen, walking is also Zen, a flower is a world, a leaf is a Tathagata, flowers are green in spring, leaves are falling in autumn, infinite Prajna is at ease, words are silent, dynamic and natural..." after reading for a while, he leaned against the tree trunk and was sleepy.

The familiar sound of car engines sounded at the door.

She glanced sideways. It was a strange silver Volkswagen, not the black Bentley advertised by Lu Shaoqiu.

Then he closed his eyes and continued to sleep. Nothing is better than using sleep to pass the boring time. As soon as he opened and closed his eyes, the time passed with a whoosh.

"Hello?" the woman said politely.

Qingyao opened his eyes and, against the light, saw a well-dressed and elegant young woman.

He patted his ass and stood up. Qingyao nodded to her, "Hello!"

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Lu's?" there was a friendly smile in the woman's eyes.

Qingyao scratched his head. This question is really hard to answer.

If she said she was a friend, whether he wanted it or not, she would kill her first.

After thinking for a while, he smiled, "Er, I'm his partner. Hey, partner, what about you? His wife?"

Men are rotten virtue. They have beautiful women at home and beautiful secretaries outside. They knead and pinch a strange woman to her that day. Especially, they are not afraid of excessive premature death!

The young woman laughed and said, "no, I'm an hourly worker here. I come over at 4 p.m. every day to be responsible for Mr. Lu's dinner and cleaning up the house."

"Ah?" Qingyao was heavily stimulated again.

what the fuck! Which country did she go to? Even a part-time worker looks taller than her. I don't know N levels!

"Since you are Mr. Lu's partner, how can you stay outside?"

"Well... Er... I had some trouble with him and something unhappy happened, so he left me here."

"Oh, that's right." the young woman was half convinced and half suspicious. She smiled at Qingyao obviously with more alert meaning, but she was polite. "I can't intervene in things other than work for an hour. I'll go to work first. Bye!"

Qingyao hurriedly pulled her: "let me go in with you?"

The young woman gently pushed away Qingyao's hand and smiled politely: "the identity is different. Miss, it's better to contact Mr. Lu first and let him receive you."

Then she turned and walked away quickly.

It's not that she is inconvenient, but that the master arranges so that she doesn't dare to exceed the moment for an hour, but it's true that she has many doubts in her heart. If the master doesn't like this little girl who looks like she's in her early twenties, he won't let her into the garden.

But I'll see you soon. It's too inhumane to expose a little girl to the sun on such a hot day.

Is it true that they were unhappy, as she said? Isn't it unpleasant?

Qingyao didn't chase her anymore. She was just a subsistence person and couldn't embarrass her.

I sat under the tree again. I saved my mineral water and only had a small mouthful. At the end of the day, I only ate a small piece of bread. It was too hot. I didn't have any appetite except to get into the refrigerator and pour water into my stomach.

Cross your legs and continue to read the Buddhist Sutra: "the Buddha said: face it with a smile and don't complain. Leisurely, follow your heart, follow your nature and fate. What is destined to change your life is only the time when a flower blooms a hundred years later..."

His head became more and more dizzy, as if he had heatstroke.

At about seven o'clock in the evening, the hourly worker left. From the wall of the hospital, he saw that the red sun on the horizon was gradually sinking to the west, and the sky was full of red clouds, reflecting the vastness of the blue sky.

Heaven and earth are so beautiful, Qingyao squints and looks at it, inexplicably falling into an empty, lost and lonely melancholy feeling that he has never had before.

Lu Shaoqiu's black car came back when it was getting dark.

He drove smoothly into the garage from the entrance of another car, and then walked around the garden to the small building with a frown and a phone call.

The stone road was different from the hourly worker just now, and I didn't see the long-standing visitors under the ginkgo tree in the garden behind the small building.

One day he stayed under the tree and did nothing. Qingyao felt very tired.

I've been squatting for more than a hundred times since I made entertainment records for three years. For the first time, I was as tired as a dog. I was so embarrassed.