C75 Sell the house

She is not...

"You're awake?" A hoarse male voice sounded from beside him. It was accompanied by a deep sense of sleepiness.

Lu Baobei looked as if she had been struck by lightning as she opened her eyes foolishly.

What did she hear?

Sikong Ting's voice!

Why is Sikong Ting here!

Lu Baobei turned her head around mechanically, and what entered her eyes was Sikong Ting's sleeping face.

The Eagle-liked Eye s that were usually sharp were tightly shut, but the protection of her thin lips was still cold. Even though the lines of her divine-like handsome face had softened slightly, her noble aura was still nowhere to be seen.

And most importantly, Sikong Ting's shoulder was covered in red scratches, which told Lu Baobei clearly what had happened last night.

Lu Baobei wailed as she covered her face.

Last night, after she finished cleaning up the second floor, she was already exhausted. After taking a shower, she prepared to sleep, but Sikong Ting insisted that she accompany him to drink.

Lu Baobei was tired and sleepy, so of course she wasn't willing.

Later …

Afterwards, Lu Baobei was forced to drink.

And then …

Lu Baobei could not remember.

Slamming her head against the wall, Lu Baobei realised that her memories seemed to be broken. No matter how she thought about it, he couldn't recall anything about her being drunk.

"Harm yourself in the early morning?"

Sikong Ting's devilish voice sounded again.

Lu Baobei turned her head and looked into a pair of dark eyes.

"You … I... "We …" Lu Baobei could not find the right words to speak.

When she spoke, she blushed a little.

Sikong Ting's eyes flashed with a trace of a smile, and then immediately returned back to normal. "It's not like I've never done it before, is there a need to make such a big fuss over nothing? "Get up, go down and make some porridge."

Lu Baobei: "Why?"

Why was she making porridge?

"What do you think?" The faint voice was filled with a thick sense of threat.

He hadn't eaten anything she made for several days!

Lu Baobei was startled. "... "I'm so tired. You can order your own takeout!"

Right now, it was as if her whole body had been run over by a car. Even lifting her hands felt strenuous, so how could she still have the strength to make porridge?

"Are you praising me for what I did last night?"

Sikong Ting looked at Lu Baobei evilly.

Shameless!

Lu Baobei blushed and tried to find an excuse: "There are no ingredients here, what am I supposed to use to make porridge?"

Yesterday, when she was cleaning the kitchen, all those outdated Food Material were thrown away by her.

"You can go now." Sikong Ting lazily leaned back on the bed.

He'd wanted her again, but he'd thought of her dealing with the house today.

Forget it, let her go this time. Let her have some stamina.

Sikong Ting looked at Lu Baobei condescendingly, as if he was waiting for her service. Lu Baobei could only get off the bed to make porridge.

The pain from the ninja's body wrapped itself in a blanket and crawled to the bed. Trembling, he stretched out his hand to touch the pajamas on the ground.

Just a little bit more …

Lu Baobei stretched her arm forward with all her might.

She did not know that because of this action, the blanket on her back had fallen off. Her entire back was exposed to the air, and there were plum blossoms of varying depth on it. The curve of her waist was extremely tempting.

Sikong Ting's eyes dimmed. He picked up the phone that was placed at the side and silently recorded a beautiful scene.

After eating breakfast, Lu Baobei waited at home for the couple to arrive. While waiting for them to arrive, she took the opportunity to change the medicine on Sikong Ting's hand.

He removed the gauze, exposing the knife scar that ran through his palm to the air. Because of the stitches, he could not see how deep it was.

Lu Baobei used a cotton swab to disinfect the stitched wound.

A computer was laid in front of Sikong Ting. He seemed to be handling official matters, not even sparing Lu Baobei a glance as he let Lu Baobei fiddle with his wounds.

"Alright."

Lu Baobei bandaged the wound again.

Lifting her eyes to look at Sikong Ting, she realized that's attention was still on the computer, so Lu Baobei decided not to disturb him.

Lu Baobei had just gotten up, and had not even had the time to leave when her body was suddenly pulled by a huge force, catching him off guard and falling into Sikong Ting's embrace.

Sikong Ting pressed down hard on his lips.

When this kiss ended, Lu Baobei was already limp in his arms.

"Lu Baobei, you don't feel the slightest bit of heartache, do you? You didn't react at all when you saw my wound. " Sikong Ting said with a cold tone.

Lu Baobei, "..."

What?

"It doesn't matter!" Sikong Ting patted Lu Baobei's face and let go of her, "Lu Baobei, there will be a day when you will pity me!"

With that, Sikong Ting went back to look at the computer, his expression calm and gloomy.

Lu Baobei stood blankly at the side and did not react for a long time.

Who could tell her what had happened just now?

Only when the doorbell rang did Lu Baobei regain her senses. She quickly opened the door and looked at Sikong Ting.

It was the couple.

After greeting each other, they got down to business.

Because the last time they met was not very happy, Lu Baobei invited the two elders to visit their meeting, but unexpectedly, they rejected him.

The old English woman said they liked the house, so there was no need to think about it. They just wanted to trade as soon as possible.

I've never seen anyone who buys a house more anxious than someone who sells houses.

Lu Baobei did not delay any longer. She picked up the documents she had prepared in the morning and placed them in her bag before leaving with the old couple.

When Lu Baobei left, she originally wanted to say something to Sikong Ting, but when she thought about what Sikong Ting had just said, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

Sikong Ting would always remind her, whether intentionally or not, that she would be hers sooner or later!

Lu Baobei sneered, how could this be?

"Did you have a fight with him?" the old woman asked.

"Hmm? "No." Lu Baobei was startled, and shook her head.

"He must love you very much. You must treat him well!" The old woman suddenly said.

"Why?" Lu Baobei asked in surprise.

This old woman seemed to like Sikong Ting a lot, as she had always been speaking up for him.

The old woman smiled. "He was looking at you when you left. I've seen that look on my husband's face, so I can't be mistaken."

Uncle England, who was driving in the front row, turned around and smiled at the old woman.

The youth and vitality of the two old men were no longer present, but it made people envious.

It's just a pity …

Lu Baobei tilted her head and looked out the window. She and Sikong Ting were actually not husband and wife.

And it could never be.

The Americans were very efficient, and Lu Baobei had already made an appointment before, so in less than two hours, Lu Baobei had already completed all the procedures.

The house no longer belonged to her, so she handed over the changed name contract to the old couple.

"Darling, welcome back." The old woman smiled and said kindly.

Lu Baobei lowered her head, and with some difficulty, she pulled out a smile.

It was uglier than crying.

If she went back, she would have to act like a guest.

"Alright, let's send you back." The British uncle comforted Lu Baobei and patted her shoulder.

"No need, I want to walk by myself." Lu Baobei shook her head and rejected.

She knew from their conversation that the couple had booked a plane ticket and would be back in the afternoon.

It just so happened that she was annoyed and wanted to be alone.

"Well, my dear, take care of yourself. Say hello to your wounded friend for me."

The old lady hugged Lu Baobei.

At the door of the trading hall, Lu Baobei bid her farewell to the old couple.

He turned around and walked in another direction.