"Don't pour a glass of water? Not polite!"

Mao Xiaoyou leaned on the bookcase, crossed his arms across his chest, and looked quietly at the man lying on the sofa.

He faced the ceiling with a cold face, looking at her with his signature peripheral vision.

Today, she didn't intend to show Jinghao.

"What kind of water should you drink? Keep going!" she replied calmly.

"Explain it!" He said in a domineering tone. "The question just now."

Here it is again! Mao Xiaoyou snorted coldly.

"You like other people's explanations so much? I'm not your employee, let alone who you are. Why do I have to be on call at all times? Why do I have to obey your orders?"

This statement annoyed him, so he sat up and put his feet on the ground. Maybe it was ridiculous to put on slippers, so he kicked off his bare feet and went into battle.

The wooden floorboards creaked with every step he took.

Fang Wen looked at the woman wearing a nightdress for a long time with sharp eyes. Her tied up hair exposed her beautiful neck, her low neckline was faintly fragrant, and her face was flushed and smelled of alcohol.

"Are you being casual or enthusiastic when you let a man in dressed like this?" His expression was cold and frivolous.

But she still did not choose to escape as he wished, and she was not shy. She calmly raised her eyes and faced him.

This man, unless he has ulterior motives, will never say a word of heartwarming words!

The corners of her mouth twitched and she smiled coldly.

"I'm a freak! Or, what you want to say is that I'm a slut that any man can let in! Are you satisfied with this answer?"

This answer made him feel harsh. He stared closer and finally saw the smoldering anger in those eyes.

"Then you still need to pretend not to understand?" he asked softly.

"To whet your appetite! To seduce you!" she replied softly.

silence...

"Mao Xiaoyou!" He pointed at her and warned fiercely: "You are not allowed to talk like that!"

Oh, just let him say it! She frowned and stared angrily, like a little beast that was finally annoyed.

In front of the mighty lion, she roared suddenly, shook her little head, and showed off its ferocity and sharp claws.

"Isn't it what you want to hear? Isn't it all what you like to hear? What do you want to do when you break into my house? Do you just want to make eye contact with me? It's like going to a club to have fun! I'm polite to them, but am I the only one who deserves it? Do you want to hear your humiliation?"

How dare she yell at him? Still inexplicable!

Should he strangle her to death now?!

"Then are you as obedient as them?" Fang Wen roared: "You come out to play a few laps when you are happy, and you hide when the trouble comes. Are you a cat? There are so many things, and you still have to spend time guessing. Guess which cave you are hiding in, guess you What kind of fright did you get today? You have the nerve to ask me to be polite?"

She roared back. "Did I let you guess? Did I let you come?"

"The cat is missing, why don't you look for it?"

"I'm not your pet!"

"Come on! Pets still know how to amuse their owners, but you are just a wild cat who refuses to be disciplined! It will only make me upset!"

"The door is at the back! Now that you've finished talking, listened, and are satisfied, can you leave?!"

After a confrontation, he stretched out his index finger with a fierce expression and punched her forehead with a decisive tone.

"You think I'm happy with it? Your dull and boring face looks good? Let me tell you, it's extremely annoying! There's no point in begging me from now on!"

After he finished speaking, he walked to the door angrily and opened the door without hesitation.

Mao Xiaoyou looked at the back and turned his face away.

But the moment he stepped out the door, he stopped again.

The aftermath of anger rippled through the quiet room.

After a long stalemate, he slammed the door.

However, he locked himself in the house.

"Who told you something?" He turned around and asked.

"Who said what, what they did, and what I experienced. Are you interested?"

A few steps away, their tone softened.

There was silence again.

He turned around and walked back to her again. "I'm hungry!"

"Ah?" His sudden change of subject made her stunned.

Fang Wen glared at her, walked around the slender body, and walked along the corridor to the room.

"Why are you standing there? Make a bowl of noodles! Call me when you're ready!"

"You're the freak!"

She entered the kitchen angrily.

There is a fresh balcony covered with small white floor tiles, the gauze curtains are fluttering in the cool breeze, and there are several bottles of wine poured under the lounge chairs.

Fang Wen lay down leisurely with a smile and picked up half a bottle of remaining wine.

I have to say that time seems to slow down while lying still here.

The residents opposite are busy in their own small homes. Some are single, some have two parents, and some are full of young and old. It’s really a sight to see all kinds of ordinary things at a glance!

"He is an alcoholic, a voyeur, uninteresting and unlovable, cold and unenthusiastic, fierce but not gentle, and most importantly, disobedient!"

As he drank, he counted out her crimes.

But just such a...flawed woman could actually make him retreat again and again!

Mao Xiaoyou was very unhappy about being occupied by someone, so he came over and pulled him in disgust.

"Who asked you to sit down? The noodles are ready, go and eat!"

"Okay, why don't you bring it over? What kind of attitude!"

He stood up angrily and complained quietly.

"Do I want to feed you?"

Seeing her sinking into the recliner, he smiled slightly and pointed to the single bed, which was only 1.2 meters tall. "Why did you buy such a small bed?"

"What does it have to do with you? No trouble!"

On the dining table, there are two plates of refreshing pickles, a cup of warm water, and a bowl of hot Yangchun noodles. The noodles are shiny and green with green onions, and the red soup is rich and delicious!

He pulled out the dining chair, picked up the chopsticks, and the raised corners of his mouth revealed the warmth in his heart.

It was so quiet here that only the ticking of the wall clock was left, just like his thirty-fifth floor.

Before meeting her, he was keen on the carnival after dark, and then he sat alone in front of the window, looking at the neon lights and enjoying the desolation after the carnival.
Chapter completed!