She told her the truth with great sadness, "the order I received tonight."
Xiang duo thinks that Luo Jingchen is really inexplicable. He didn't fire her at the beginning. After so many days, he thought of opening her up? She hasn't offended him recently!
"Ah se, it doesn't matter." The fact that she was fired indirectly dissipated a lot of her strange feelings just now.
If you can't find any consolation for her, what else can you do if you open it? Fortunately, she is still a rich woman, without a job and a lot of money.
She held the cell phone on her lap, lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking. Suddenly, the cell phone came on again. Xiangduo held his breath and hesitated to answer it. It was still the deep and mellow noise, "didn't you say you don't want the house of the holy court? Why didn't you move all your things out? "
Looking back carefully, all her personal belongings have been taken away, and the rest are some furniture and used daily necessities, such as cups, toothbrushes, toothpaste and so on. Is it difficult for her to help him clean everything when she moves home?
Don't have this obligation, don't like to see her used things throw away, why call her to remind her, is idle!
"You should get a cleaner for this." Because both of them don't like the presence of unfamiliar strangers at home, they usually don't specially invite servants at home, just let them clean it two or three times a week.
Luo Jingchen stretched out her leg and kicked the box in front of her. She meant that she wanted him to find a cleaner to come and throw away all these clothes. As expected, she didn't buy them with her own money, so she was not distressed at all. "Come and take them away!"
Obviously, the two of them were not on the same channel. They said to duo, "how hard was it for you to call a cleaner?"
But after thinking about it, she did have something to look for him, so she said, "I'll go and clean it up tomorrow morning."
Hegemonic such as Luo Jingchen, "no, right now, you immediately come to take things away!"
Take a look at the time to the flower, more than eight, nearly nine, not too early or too late, compromise: "I'll go now." If she had not thought that she would still ask him, she would never have been able to come and go as he used to.
When she went back to the ward and explained to her father that she had something urgent to leave first, she drove to the holy court by herself.
Luo Jingchen casually left his mobile phone aside. As soon as he got off work, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't come back here for a long time, so he took a detour to have a look. When he saw these boxes, his face darkened. These clothes were all bought for her. What's the meaning of not taking them away and putting them here?
Depressed ground pulled to pull tie, turn round to see a face that is full of interest, the face asks expressionless: "did you learn to escape ground?" How else did he get in?
Lenggang shrugged, "your door is not closed, I came in by the way."
Luo Jingchen tore down the whole tie. He remembered that he might have been angry when he saw these boxes just now, and then he forgot to close the door. "What can I do for you?"
"Of course I have something to do, or do you think I came to see you in the middle of the night to sleep? My sexual orientation is quite normal. " Lenggang likes to wear a black T-shirt, which sets off his already white complexion even whiter, giving people a more feminine feeling.
Luo Jingchen is too lazy to pay attention to him, "if you have something to say, if you have nothing to do, go home and sleep."
Lenggang found a corner on the sofa and sat down, dangling and shaking his legs, "when I go home, there is no woman to sleep for me. Why do I go back so early?"
The man who is taking off his suit glanced at him lukewarm, "women are all your own, no one gives you sleep, who can blame?"
Luo Jingchen hurt him, lenggang has been used to it, but once in a blue moon, he has a chance to fight back, "fourth master, you are just laughing at me. No, no, you are even worse than me."
Remembering the content of the call he just heard, he said without concealment: "when you come home and see the empty room, you feel a sense of emptiness. You immediately think of your little wife, but obviously you have been chased by a woman, but you have never chased a woman. Even if you want to find an excuse to see your ex-wife, you are just as retarded."
Let Xiangduo come to clean up the things he didn't take away. Is master Luo idle enough to be a housekeeper? Can this excuse be more clumsy? It's funny to think about it.
Voice just fell, was hit by a pillow gorgeous, was poked in the heart of the man's mood is very low, "roll!"
Cold steel see his face is not good-looking, convergence, stood up, "then I'll go first, tomorrow to your office to talk to you."
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Xiang duo stood outside the door of the holy court, looking at the grain on the door, his eyes contained a few complex, dialed his number, "I'm here, you open the door."
When she left that day, she put the key on the cabinet, so she can't open the door now.
The door opened very fast. He should have just come out of the bathroom with a bath towel. His messy short black hair was still dripping with water. He didn't look as serious and expensive as he used to be in ordinary days. He was a bit more casual.
From this angle, you can see his strong muscles in front of his chest, with the fateful sexuality of a mature man. Xiang duo's face is slightly hot, but you can't see her. You know she's coming, what else to take a bath!It's about more than a week since we met. Luo Jingchen's eyes are very deep. He looks at the woman in front of him. His upper body is a simple white shirt, and his lower body is a common dark blue jeans. His hair is braided into a ponytail. He looks young and playful. I've never dressed like this when I'm with him. Can I leave him and show my nature, and live more and more naturally?
Realizing this possibility, I felt a little irritable, and even my tone became bad. "Did I ask you to come here to be the door god?"
Xiang duo raised his head and asked: "you block the door, how can I get in?"
The man turned over, but stood there motionless, leaving only a small gap for her and frowning. In this way, it would rub against him. However, the man was trying to embarrass her. She wiped him and went in.
Outside a gust of wind blowing, the man exposed in the air inside the skin is not aware of the cold, between the nostrils lingering is the fragrance from the woman passed by him, silent, just easy to bring the door.
The living room is open crystal chandelier, the light falling down is very bright, also the wall box above the trademark set off more chic and different.
Turning around and looking at the man's outstanding face, "after all, I've lived here for several years and moved out all at once. Many trivial things can't be taken away. Some of them are old. I'll pack them up and throw them away later."