V4.Chapter 35 (1/2)

Qiao Yuwei angrily went upstairs and left Lu Yimin alone in the dining room. He didn't want to pay any attention to him. He took his pajamas in the cloakroom and went to the bathroom for a hot bath.

Lu Yimin looked at the food on the table, put down his chopsticks and leaned back in his chair. His eyebrows stirred slightly. He was so big that he had never done such a thing.

In fact, there is some resistance and dissatisfaction in my heart. No one can ask him to do anything except the old man and his parents. However, thinking of Qiao Yuwei's angry face, I glanced at his more eye-catching lipstick on his shirt. Finally, I got up and decided to get up quietly and reluctantly receive the dishes and chopsticks from the kitchen sink.

When he went upstairs, Qiao Yuwei didn't come out of the bathroom. He stood at the door of the master bedroom and looked around. Finally, he went in and threw his coat on the pink bed. His long legs went to the cloakroom, and his hands were unbuttoned.

After the solution, Lu Yimin directly took off the white shirt and threw it into the garbage can. He took a set of pajamas and turned back to the bathroom at the end of the corridor to wash.

About 20 minutes later, Lu Yimin came out of the bedroom in his gray pajamas, with water dripping from his black hair. He walked into the master bedroom and found that there was still no Qiao Yuwei in the room, while the light in the small bathroom on the left was still on, but there was no movement inside.

Eyebrows locked up again, diameter went to the bathroom door, fingers knocked on the door, shouting: ”Qiao Yuwei, what are you doing inside?”

”What are you doing? I'll be out in a minute Qiao Yu micro hears his voice, then hastens out a voice to answer.

Hearing her answer, Lu Yimin's locked brow eased down. Without saying much, he turned and sat on the sofa in the room, waiting for her to come out.

Joe put his pajamas on the face and took off the mask. He washed his face and walked out of the bathroom. He looked at Lu Yiyang sitting on the sofa. He went over and asked, ”why, what have you just told me to do?”

”How long have you been in the bathroom?” Lu Yimin's legs were overlapping, his slender fingers were sliding on the flat, and he asked without raising his head.

”Well...” Qiao Yuwei thought, looking at the clock hanging on the wall, blinked innocently: ”almost... Er... Not an hour.”

Hearing her guilty and uncertain words, Lu Yimin's action of sliding flat also stopped. He looked at her with his head on his side, and looked at her with black eyes.

”Don't look at me like that. I'm taking a bath? Then there is a mask, a little longer. You're going to kill me, too? ” With that, Qiao Yuwei's eyes narrowed slightly, and a sly smile rose on his face: ”but... In other words, have you become more and more irritable these days, especially for my business?”

Lu Yimin takes back his eyes indifferently, and as always uses silence to replace his answer.

Qiao's words slightly curled his lips, knowing that he was going to start the pattern of silence again. He glanced at him and went to the bedside, but suddenly noticed that there was a white unknown object in the garbage can not far away. He went over curiously, reached out and took a look, and suddenly found that this was not the shirt he was wearing today?

Looking at Lu Yimin in surprise, he asked, ”Lu Yimin, why are your clothes in the garbage can?”

”I lost it.” Lu Yimin put the tablet aside, got up to look at it, glanced at the clothes in the garbage can, and returned as if nothing had happened.

”Why?”

”It's dirty. I don't want it.”

Qiao's voice was slightly dumb, and suddenly he realized what he meant by ”dirty”. It should be the lipstick.

However, the more he did, the more Qiao Yuwei didn't understand what he was thinking. When she just questioned him, he showed a very cold attitude and said that it had nothing to do with her. It seemed that what was called wenshurou was of special significance and very important to him.

But now he threw away the dress with warm lipstick. Did he really dislike it or did he make it for her on purpose?

”Why?” Seeing that the way she looked at herself had the meaning of exploring, Lu Yimin asked.

Qiao Yuwei shook his head and said with a smile: ”in fact... If you think I'm angry about this and lose my clothes, it's unnecessary...”

After all, his clothes are big brands, and even most of them are custom-made, which is extremely expensive.

Such a shirt is estimated to be a year's salary for ordinary people.

”Throw it, I don't like it.”

”Er... OK!”

I'm sorry, but she's being amorous again.

”You and that wenshurou...”

”It doesn't matter.” Hearing the name, Lu Yimin interrupted her directly: ”as I said, today's lipstick will not happen again.”

”What if something else happened?”

”What's the matter?”

”For example, do you roll the sheets with others, or hold or kiss each other?”

”No way.”

”Well, you said that.” Qiao Yuwei picked eyebrows and said with a smile: ”in fact... Even if you don't say that, I believe you.”

Looking at such a real smile on her face, Lu Yimin is stunned. Qiao Yuwei also opens his hands and pours into his arms, hugs him tightly, and pastes Qiao Rong on his chest: ”Lu Yimin, no matter who it is, you won't leave me, right?”

Lu Yimin looked down at her, his heart trembled slightly, his hands slowly lifted up and held her waist, and he said, ”well.”

Although it's just a cold single tone, Qiao Yuwei is very satisfied with it. The radian of his mouth is getting bigger and bigger, and the strength of holding him back is also increasing. He mutters in a low voice: ”however, I don't think you can get rid of me, unless... Unless one day I don't want you.”

Listen to words, Lu Yi Min whole body a shock, pupil tiny shrink, hold her waist of two hands, can't help but force some.

”Ha ha! That's all I have to say. Don't take it seriously. It's nine o'clock. I have to go to bed and get up early tomorrow. I'm so tired today. ” Feeling his exertion, Qiao Yuwei laughed happily, raised his head from his arms, patted him on the back, and said in a coquettish tone.

”Do you sleep here all the time and won't go back to the guest bedroom?” When planning to quit his arms, Qiao Yuwei suddenly looked at him and asked.

”Shut your mouth and go to bed.” Asked by her, Lu Yi Min's face was unnatural. He looked at her and raised his hand to hold her baby face.

”What's on the table! What are you doing? ” Delicate and beautiful baby face was squeezed into a ball by her in a moment, Qiao Yuwei revolted and cried.

”Sleep.”

”Then why are you pinching me?” As soon as he released his hand, Qiao Yuwei gently rubbed his face to relax the muscles of his face. He glared at him angrily. Seeing that he was walking towards the bed, he went to the door, closed the door, and then turned back to the bed.

When he left with his back to her, Lu Yimin's eyes were a little more smiling, and the corners of his mouth also raised a faint radian. But when she closed the door and came back, he resumed his usual indifference, and the radian that had just been raised also instantly converged.

Qiao Yuwei didn't notice him, so he lifted the quilt and went to bed.

It's not strange that two people sleep in the same bed now, so Qiao Yuwei naturally lies in his arms and closes his eyes to sleep with a smile.

***

In the next few days, Qiao Yuwei and Lu Yimin are busy, but every night they will come back to eat at the same table, and then sleep in the same bed. Although Lu Yimin's cold temper can't be changed for a while, Qiao Yuwei also knows him, so we can get along well during this period.

Towards the end of the month, Qiao Yuwei's preparation for the recital has become more and more busy. He goes out early and comes back late. The only time to meet Lu Yimin is when he has breakfast in the morning and goes to bed at night.

For wenshurou, Qiao Yuwei didn't ask any more. In fact, she forgot wenshurou completely.

However, Qiao Yuwei didn't want to think of the name. She was willing to believe Lu Yimin, so just let it be and don't care so much.

”I'm so tired that I can have a rest at last.” Qiao Yuwei sighed, lying on the sofa, didn't want to move for a moment.

Fang Xin looked at her, moved his neck a little, and looked at the things in the tablet: ”tomorrow night is the recital, you can relax today! Go to bed early tonight and play well tomorrow. ”

”I know if you don't say it.” Qiao language tiny slants a head, made a grimace to her, vomit tongue.

”How long are you going to stay here?” Fang Xin told the staff in the studio about the arrangement for the next few days, then gave the tablet back to the girl, motioned her to go out first, looked at her again and asked.

”Can't you give me a break? Do you have a conscience? I'm dead tired these days. ”