Heart-Seizing Contract: Mr. Lu's pet

The girl looked at the man in front of her with an aggrieved expression.

He blinked, and then sniffled uncomfortably.

The arms around the legs couldn't help exerting force, and said in a pitiful whisper: "It's so cold outside."

She locked the key in the house.

The farthest distance from home in the world is probably standing outside the door by yourself with the key in the house.

Bo Shaochen glanced at the closed door, turned his head and looked at her expressionlessly.

"So...you want to block the door of my house?"

Ibel stood up embarrassedly, and slowly turned sideways.

Then, watching the man take out the key and open the door calmly.

The moment he saw Bo Shaochen enter the door.

Ibelle quickly reached out her hand and gently grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Bo Shaochen turned his head to look at her, saw the girl blushing unnaturally and asked, "What if I can't go back?"

"Aren't you rich? Just call a lockpicker."

After Bo Shaochen finished speaking, he was about to enter the door with a blank face.

Yi Bei'er had quick eyes and hands, and hugged his waist tightly.

Hastily said: "I didn't bring my mobile phone."

Then she thought of something again, and pressed against Bo Shaochen's back tightly, as if she didn't feel the man's stiff body at all.

She said coquettishly to herself: "My house is out of electricity, and it's so dark that I'm afraid."

And she couldn't go back, even if she could go back, she wouldn't dare now.

Seeing that the man in his arms was indifferent, he didn't respond to her.

Yi Bei Er hurriedly said more aggrieved: "You take me in, I can eat less."

That's right, she hasn't had supper tonight.

Then I ate instant noodles, and now I have almost digested them.

To put it simply, during the few hours squatting in the corridor, she was cold, thirsty and hungry.

I feel so pitiful!

The man struggled vigorously, but it was conceivable how tightly the woman held her.

It took a long time for Bo Shaochen to sigh heavily, his voice was still a little low in helplessness.

"You hold me, how do you go home."

Is this going to take her in?

Ibelle was taken aback, then raised her head.

But he could only see the back of the man's head and a slight profile.

It's just that the ears exposed outside, I don't know if the weather outside is too cold, but there is a faint blush in it.

Hearing that she could enter the house, Ibel immediately became happy.

Let go of Bo Shaochen's body, and sneak into the room directly under his elbow.

Looking at the loach-like figure, Bo Shaochen frowned slightly, and seemed to have an inaudible sigh.

Finally, he started to enter the house and closed the door.

The whole room was extremely monotonous.

White walls, wooden tables, white marble patterns.

Everything is bright.

Unlike the low tone that men like, black, white and gray are not suitable for Bo Shaochen.

The whole house is clean and tidy, full of the clear smell of a man.

Without a trace of powder fragrance, one can feel at a glance that no woman has ever been seen in this room.

Ibelle jumped directly into the sofa, then curled up and huddled herself in a small corner.

Looking up at Bo Shaochen, he chuckled, and then said coquettishly, "Bo Shaochen is so cold outside, do you have milk tea here? Hot milk tea."

The girl said, her hands must be in the shape of holding a heart.

Then he said mischievously, "It's the one holding you in the palm of my hand."

She made it very clear about her needs.

Bo Shaochen changed into his slippers and took off his suit jacket.

He gave her a light sentence: "No."

"No milk tea?"

Yi Bei'er's eyes widened. She originally wanted to say that she had three boxes at home, but she had no choice but to swallow her words now that she couldn't go back.

The next best thing to say: "Is there any coffee? It's hot."

She can too.

The man gave her a cold, elegant and unwavering look.

In short, that look is the same as looking at a fool.

The thin red lips parted slowly: "No."

"Soymilk, hot soymilk just out of the pan."

"no!"

"juice……"

"No."

"Neither this, nor that, so what do you have? Do you have a fart?"

Ebel was immediately unhappy.

Angrily ranting over, it was simply too irritating.

How can there be such a shabby man who doesn't even have two yuan of instant milk tea.

You are so stingy, you don't have a daughter-in-law to know?

Bo Shaochen stood at the door of the kitchen and turned around, taking a look at her.

But only at a glance.

Soon the man took it back and went into the kitchen.

Yi Beier thought that he was really going to fart herself, so she quickly covered her little face in fright.

He covered his mouth and nose tightly, only revealing a pair of circling purple eyes, looking at the kitchen vigilantly and defensively.

There were only slight noises from the kitchen, and there was not much movement.

Soon, Bo Shaochen came out with a cup of hot water.

There is also a slice of lemon in the water, exuding a faint fragrance.

The yellowish color is particularly colorful in the transparent cup.

Yi Beier took a look and frowned: "That's it?"

"Don't want to drink?"

The man asked calmly, and with one sentence, Ibell was nailed to the slate.

He shook his head vigorously.

It seemed that he was afraid that the man would not believe it, and almost shook his head off.

He stretched out his hand carefully, and said obediently: "Lemon water is also very good, healthy and environmentally friendly, drinking it will make you healthy."

Thanks to her poor Chinese, she can still speak jingles so smoothly.

Bo Shaochen couldn't help but look at her more.

I don't know whether it is satisfaction or dissatisfaction, praise or sarcasm.

In short, the man followed suit and sat down on the sofa opposite, and calmly tapped on the table.

Seeing that Ibelle drank the lemonade, she said, "It's too late now, I'll call the unlocking company for you tomorrow to open the door."

What the man said was serious and reasonable.

Abel nodded in agreement, and subconsciously asked, "Then where do I sleep at night?"

Then he looked at Bo Shaochen's bedroom.

The bedroom door was closed tightly, naturally as airtight as someone like me.

It seems that there are some gold and silver treasures inside, something incredible.

Yi Bei'er curled her lips and snorted coldly: "You don't want me to sleep with you, do you?"

She said so.

Bo Shaochen glanced at her, with an inaudible smile on the corner of his mouth.

It's just that the smile is too dull, and you can't find it if you don't look carefully.

So much so that Ibel watched him stand up calmly, and then said to her: "Dream!"

After the person finished speaking, he had already entered the bedroom, and the sound of closing the door was exceptionally crisp, which pulled back Yi Bei'er's soul.

Then he was startled, blinking his eyes and looking at the door.

What, what do you mean?

Who do you look down on!

"With my beauty, you don't know how many men are crying and begging to sleep with me."

"Am I the type to warm someone's bed?"

she is not! ! !

Yi Beier shouted loudly in her heart, she was obviously very moral.

If Bo Shaochen dared to have such bad intentions, he would definitely beat him to the ground.

It's just the look in the man's eyes and those two words.

It really hurts.

The more you think, the more angry you are.

I couldn't help shouting again: "I'm not your mother, why should I sleep with you?"

Sure enough, the voice just fell.

Finally, the people in the room were not unresponsive, a towel was thrown out through the crack of the door, and directly covered Iber's face.

She was caught off guard, unexpected, and unexpected, which shocked her.

The man's faint voice came from the door in a low voice.

"To shut up."

"Why do you tell me to shut up, I just shut up, why should I listen to you."

Ibel was unwilling for a while, cursing.

He reached out and grabbed the towel off his face.

On the damp towel, there was still a smell of disinfectant from a man.

The smell is not heavy, mixed with a trace of unknown aroma, which smells good.

Ibel watched, her cheeks blushed involuntarily.

This, this towel... what is it for?

While watching, Yibeier grabbed a corner of the towel with one hand, and slowly moved it down until it reached her waist.

His face turned red, and he let out a heavy 'pooh'.

Then he threw the towel into the sofa.

The woman sat on the sofa angrily, not knowing why she was angry.

From the corner of his eyes, he looked at the white towel in the corner of the sofa from time to time.

bah bah bah!

Men's stuff stinks.

Rolling her eyes, Iber walked slowly to the door of the bedroom.

There is a slight sound of water flowing inside, if you don't listen carefully, you can't hear it at all.

You don't even need to think about what the man inside is doing.

In addition, the towel he threw out was still watery.

Yi Beier knocked lightly on the door, and then asked in a faltering voice: "Bo, Bo Shaochen, are you taking a bath?"

The sound of water flowing inside seemed to stop abruptly.

Soon after, it rang slowly.

Ibelle coughed lightly, then took small steps back and followed to the sofa.

Slowly sat down from the sofa, straightened his body, put his hands on his tightly closed legs, and had a cute and sensible face.

He stared intently at the closed door.

All I can think about is...the picture of a beautiful boy coming out of the bath.

The man was dripping wet, and stood at the door trying to refuse her, and the crystal clear water droplets on his body slid down his chest muscles to the line of the vest, and then submerged in the bath towel opposite his lower body.

Ibelle took a breath, abstinence!

Then I couldn't help covering my face, wandering silently in my heart: "She likes it!" '

I am not ashamed of myself, thinking with an expression of selflessness.

Then the door lock was turned with a 'click'.

Almost at the same time as the people inside opened the door, Ibel raised her head instantly, and looked over with burning eyes.

The goal of entering was the man's handsome face, without glasses, and his pair of phoenix eyes were particularly charming and enchanting.

The wet hair on his head added a touch of mist to him.

The fair and sharp cheeks were a little more delicate.

Yibeier took a deep breath, and the deer in her heart jumped alive.

Unable to hold back her little heart, she couldn't help pursing her lips tightly.

With a stern face, he suppressed his inner desire to scream.

I saw it, I saw it.

She has seen all the charming plots in the TV series.

Although Bo Shaochen usually wears glasses, he has never denied his good looks.

Otherwise, how could it be called the flower of the hospital.

The medical flower is shining brightly, with a sacred aura, full of beautiful temptations.

"What to eat?"

After taking a shower, Bo Shaochen walked to the kitchen while wiping his hair with a towel, poured himself a glass of boiled water, and asked casually.

"you."

The woman stared at me with a pair of eyes, looking at my response.

On the straight and small face, the soul has already come out of the body.

The figure walking around with the man, his own soul has long been attached to it in a daze, and even got into the man's arms shamelessly.

How to do?How to do?

Too beautiful!

Bo Shaochen froze for a moment, and slowly lowered his hand holding the water glass.

He looked up at the woman on the sofa with a look of wandering overseas.

He frowned slightly.

The corners of the mouth slowly raised, let out the coldest voice.

"You dare?"

Outright provocation.

Look, how... arrogant this man is!

Yi Beier came to his senses with a quick wit, frowning, staring at the man not far away.

Sure enough, when the man opened his mouth, all the good things disappeared.

With a cold snort, he turned his head away.

There is arrogance on the small face, and the whole body is full of nobility.

Disdainfully said: "With your beauty, my bodyguards and chief guards are much better than this, so I won't be interested."

Don't think that she will be fooled easily, the little fairy who has seen the world is fearless!

Beauty, let's attack her as much as you want.

Bo Shaochen's eyes were dark, and the expression on his face seemed to become indifferent in an instant.

But it seems that there is no change from before, but the breath is a little colder than before.

She calmly said, "Really? Then Miss Belle must be taken care of even if she can't go home, so she won't sleep on the street."

The man said the most appalling words with the most indifferent expression.

Immediately, Yi Bei'er grabbed the corners of her clothes with both hands, lowered her head slowly, and said in a low voice: "When a tiger is at someone's house, it will be bullied by a puppy."

Bo Shaochen couldn't understand her buzzing voice for a moment.

But the man looked at her and knew what the result would be.

Persuaded!

That's right, this woman is cowardly.

The corner of the man's mouth twitched into an inaudible sneer, with naked sarcasm, and he didn't hide it at all.

Without two brushes, dare to be so arrogant with him.

If you don't beat her arrogance, it seems that she really doesn't know whose house she lives in.

"Well, when will the unlocking company come?"

Without the capital to turn her face, Yi Bei'er could only quickly change the subject.

Asked in a low voice as if nothing else happened.

The man obviously didn't have the same knowledge as her, so he replied lightly: "Tomorrow morning."

"Oh!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help rubbing the corner of his clothes, and said nervously, "It's so late, you must be hungry."

Bo Shaochen looked at her with his cheeks sideways, and there was a soft light in his phoenix eyes that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Surprisingly, she cared about herself and understood her intentions.

But Bo Shaochen pretended to know nothing: "I'm really hungry, so, are you going to cook for the rent?"

Yi Beier looked at Bo Shaochen, her cheeks blushed with a smile.

Rubbing her little hands, she whispered teasingly, "I can dream, but I can't cook..."