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Chapter 233 233. Why Are You Crazy?
For some reason, with this obedient little appearance, he wanted to pinch him between his arms and knead him fiercely.

Mo Zhi hugged himself and sat there sobering up, not knowing that Fu Qinghan was looking at him.

If he sees his eager eyes, Mo Zhi promises not to go to his residence tonight.

Although this was a good opportunity to assassinate Fu Qinghan, he hadn't mastered his skills yet and didn't have the ability to kill him with one move.

Arriving at the gate of an inconspicuous private house, after the car stopped, the gate opened automatically, and then the car slowly drove in again.

Fu Qinghan got out of the car first and led the way, and Mo Zhi followed him into the house.

He looked at Fu Qinghan's place curiously, and couldn't help wondering.

This guy has a persistent love for a certain decoration style, and the decoration here is exactly the same as the residence in Shangcheng.

From the layout of the entire room to the furniture and carpets, it is as if copied.

Fu Qinghan didn't hear the footsteps behind him, so he turned his head to see that this guy was looking around stupidly.

He couldn't help but think of the woman's reaction when he first came to his place.

"Like it here?"

That's what he asked back then.

Mo Zhi came back to his senses because of his words, settled down, and replied: "This place...is very good."

Obviously no adjectives.

After all, things are different, he is not her.

At that time, she didn't answer, but fumbled here and there about the furnishings in his home.

The Rui family is considered aristocratic in Shangcheng, but Rui Wan is in the middle of the family and belongs to the part that has been neglected all the year round. In addition, her mother died young, and no one protects her interests in the family. Everything is full of curiosity.

Also because she likes it, his private houses in various places, from decoration to furniture, are the same as private houses in Shangcheng.

It's a pity that Yi Ren is not here...

Fu Qinghan withdrew his disappointed gaze, and said lightly: "Follow."

Mo Zhi didn't dare to lose his mind anymore, he trotted a few steps to keep up with him.

At the door of a room, Fu Qinghan stopped in his tracks: "This room is reserved for you. Get a good sleep and go directly to Miying tomorrow."

Mo Zhi lowered the corner of his mouth and replied, "Yes."

Fu Qinghan's eyes turned, and his eyes unexpectedly fell on his red ears.

Bastard, no man's ear tips are so salivating.

Fu Qinghan suddenly frowned, turned and left.

Mo Zhi didn't close the door, stuck his head out from inside, and watched him leave.

Fu Qinghan was upset and irritable, and even his back felt hot when he was staring at him.

He turned to look at the guy poking his head out of the room: "What are you looking at!"

"Let's see which room Young Master Han lives in. In case there is something else at night, you can knock on the right door." Mo Zhi replied innocently.

In fact, he just wanted to know whether the layout here was exactly the same as that of Shang City.

"Do you want to sleep together? You don't even have to knock on the door."

Mo Zhi understood Hao Lai's words, and trembled: "Master Han, good night."

He hastily closed the door.

Only then did Fu Qinghan return to his room.

The guest room is equipped with a washing machine. The clothes on my body can just be taken off in the shower, then dried for two hours, and can be worn tomorrow.

After thinking about it, Mo Zhi went to the bathroom without hesitation.

After a while, Mo Zhi came out with his wet hair.

The washing machine is working.

He was about to get the hair dryer when two "dong dong" knocks knocked on the door of his heart.

After a brief panic, Mo Zhi collected himself and asked calmly, "Who is it?"

"I."

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Fu Qinghan's voice seemed a little ambiguous in the silent night.

"Master Han, what's the matter?"

"Open the door."

Fu Qinghan doesn't like talking to people through the door.

Mo Zhi put a large bath towel on his body, and walked to the door bravely.

As soon as the door was opened, Fu Qinghan was still standing at the door in the clothes he had just worn.

What was he doing in his room after so long?

Before Mo Zhi became curious, Fu Qinghan frowned and said, "Why are you dressed like this?"

The young man was still in the same attire as when he came back just now, he just wrapped the bath towel outside the T-shirt, but said he didn't take a shower, but his hair was dripping.

"Have you washed it?" Fu Qinghan asked directly.

"Yes." Mo Zhi tightly wrapped himself in the towel with one hand, and wiped the water from his hair with the corner of the towel with the other hand.

"Then you plan to sleep like this?"

"I didn't bring pajamas, let's make do with it, I only wore it today anyway."

Mo Zhi showed a mouthful of small white teeth.

But Fu Qinghan was disgusted by him: "It's so dirty, are you going to sleep in it at night and leave in it tomorrow morning?"

"Hey, you're so smart, that's what I thought." Mo Zhi smirked.

Fu Qinghan shook his head, and took out a set of pajamas from behind: "This is my place, please be a clean person."

Mo Zhi let go of the corner of the towel, took the pajamas, and asked in surprise, "Is this what Young Master Han is wearing?"

"Bought for my body shape, but never worn once."

"What's the point of that, thank you."

Mo Zhi was about to close the door, but Fu Qinghan pushed the door, showing no intention of leaving.

"Wear and see."

"Ok?"

"Look how big it is."

Mo Zhi: "..."

It must be much bigger. Is it worth looking at?

"I don't care about wearing clothes to sleep."

He continued to close the door.

But the door didn't budge.

"It doesn't fit too well, it will be uncomfortable to sleep." Fu Qinghan seemed determined to watch him change his clothes.

Mo Zhi had no choice but to put on a bath towel and compare his shirt to his body.

"It's quite wide."

Even wrapped in a bath towel, it looks spacious.

He threw his coat on the bed and gestured for his trousers.

The long trouser legs dragged to the ground.

Fu Qinghan was annoyed by the wider waist of the trousers, so he reached out to help Mo Zhi make gestures.

Inadvertently, it touched the young man's waist...it was too thin.

"Too thin...too wide." Fu Qinghan said hoarsely.

Mo Zhi was also very uncomfortable.

Although the important part above was wrapped with a bath towel, he never expected that Fu Qinghan would draw the waist of his trousers with his own hands.

"Or I just need clothes and no pants."

He came up with the most practical plan, hoping that he would leave quickly.

Fu Qinghan put away his trousers, saw the shorts she was wearing tonight, and said seriously: "You are not allowed to wear outer trousers on my bed."

"Yes, Young Master Han."

Mo Zhi replied loudly.

The sound woke up Fu Qinghan, whose heart had drifted away.

Fu Qinghan's pupils shrank, and he suddenly grabbed Mo Zhi's clothes and dragged him to him.

Mo Zhi shuddered, even though he was wearing a T-shirt underneath, he still tightly held the towel with both hands.

"Han, Young Master Han, why are you insane?"

He was obviously terrified.

Fu Qinghan's eyes were cold, and his hands were still holding his waist. Of course, the pair of pajama pants were in the middle.

"I'll give you a good comparison to see how much bigger you are."

Mo Zhi was too embarrassed: "Young Master Han, it's just that he's too big to wear, so there's no need to compare."

But while he was talking, Fu Qinghan had already drawn the pair of pajama pants on him more carefully.

The back of the hand inadvertently swipe...

(End of this chapter)