Mrs. Lu, do you want me to give you my life?

In Beicheng in late October, it was only around ten degrees at night. Wei Tingxi was naked to the waist, so cold that he had goosebumps. He was not in the mood to settle accounts with him, so he turned and walked towards his car.

The security guard followed behind, his voice was very low, "Mr. Wei, I'm really sorry, but I still have to remind you that you can see it from upstairs. Next time... it's better to find a remote place."

Wei Tingxi was putting on his coat when he heard this and became angry again.

Dare to think that he wants to fight in the wild?Is it worth it?

He slammed the door hard, glared at Qin Xinyue who was not far away, turned his head and left.

Walking into the elevator, the sound of high-heeled footsteps followed, and a second before the elevator door closed, a slender hand reached in to block the door.

Qin Xinyue tiptoed into the elevator, stood in the corner and looked at Wei Tingxi, "I'm sorry."

But the expression was very embarrassing, without even the slightest bit of guilt.

Wei Tingxi stared blankly at the rising elevator numbers, and didn't bother to pay attention to her.

"How about I compensate you for the clothes? I'll compensate you for ten pieces, the kind handmade in Italy."

"Say something at least."

Wei Tingxi ignored her, and she continued to chatter.

"Don't tell me, you can still see your abs when you wear your jacket with nothing inside, it's quite flamboyant."

Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, and who is the culprit for letting him wear his coat?

Wei Tingxi finally turned his head to look at her coldly, just as the elevator arrived, he stepped out in two or three steps, the fingerprint lock was unlocked, and he was about to close the door behind him.

Qin Xinyue hurriedly squeezed a leg in, with a face full of fearlessness, "You shut it up, I'd better break my leg, and I'll depend on you for the rest of my life."

It was probably the unluckiest day in years.

Wei Tingxi pressed the door with one hand, rubbed his brow bone with the other, and finally let go.

These days, those who are soft are afraid of being violent, and those who are violent are afraid of death. He didn't expect that after half his life, he would have nothing to do with such a messy person.

"If it wasn't because you are a woman, I would have done it." Wei Tingxi raised his fist.

Qin Xinyue was not polite after entering the door, she rummaged through the shoe cabinet, picked out a pair of men's slippers, put them on and stepped in.

Wei Tingxi was very angry at the moment, he opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of water, and only after drinking half of the bottle did he manage to calm down a little.

As if Qin Xinyue didn't exist, she walked into the bedroom and slammed the door.

The door was slammed loudly by him, Qin Xinyue didn't feel it at all, so she walked over and knocked on the door.

"Hey, I didn't bring any clothes, at least lend me a change of clothes."

Wei Tingxi: "No!"

Qin Xinyue leaned against the door, and said calmly: "If not, then I'll run around naked at your house, and then call Grandma Wei and ask someone to bring me clothes."

Well, the threat, he accepted, "What clothes do you want?"

"Shirts, boyfriend shirts, thigh-length, sexy." Qin Xinyue said.

There was a crackling sound inside, and the sound of the cabinet door being opened and closed clearly could be heard.

Qin Xinyue slandered, her temper was really bad.

Wei Tingxi didn't have a bad temper, but his body smelled real. She threw up all over his back, and he didn't even have time to take a shower, yet he had to suffer such inhuman torture.

It was impossible to give the shirt, so I took a set of pajamas that I didn't wear, opened the door and threw it at her face, slammed the door again, and turned the anti-lock button along the way.

Qin Xinyue pulled the clothes off her head, and said loudly to the people inside the door: "You don't have to do this, I'm not interested in old men, and the smell of fresh meat is to die for."

The people inside didn't respond, but Qin Xinyue couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips when she heard a sound like the bathroom door being slammed.

Ever since Qin Xinyue stayed in the guest bedroom of his house for one night, Wei Tingxi seemed to have been shot recently.

Lu Jinchuan was busy with his wife, He Hui was running out of time for good things, Fang Huai lived in the hospital every day, only Xu Rongbai was left, and was twisted by him every day.

He said that he had to enjoy life now, and Qin Xinyue would be pissed off by Qin Xinyue someday.

Every time I woke up the next day and complained in the group: I don’t come to drink, our brotherhood is about to break up.

Fang Huai replied with a middle finger emoji.

Xu Rongbai echoed below: "Only my fifth uncle is the strongest."

Lu Jinchuan picked up his phone and looked at Wei Tingxi's familiar lines, and sent the screenshots to Ying Xia, and received a reply within 2 minutes.

Ying Xia: "Hinting that I take up too much of your time?"

Lu Jinchuan was actually in the conference room at the time, and everyone in the conference room could clearly see the boss typing with his mobile phone, with a smile on his lips, combined with his usual style, it was a bit frightening.

Lu Jinchuan: "Imply to you that they all love to play."

Lu Jinchuan: "I'm different, I love to play with you."

After posting, he pinched the phone and twirled it in his hand, raised his head and returned to his usual expression.

The executive who spoke was relieved, Lu Jinchuan like this is quite normal.

Ying Xia was learning how to cook in a cooking class. She swiped open the screen and saw these two sentences. She didn't reply. She left the lock screen aside and asked, "Master, should we put the meat first or the green pepper first?"

She knows how to cook porridge and soup because she can throw them together. It is really difficult for her to put which dish first and which dish to put after cooking. She really has no talent in this area.

Lu Jinchuan came home from get off work, went in to change his shoes, and went upstairs to find someone out of habit.

I searched the entire second and third floors but found no one.

I was about to go downstairs to the audio-visual room, and when I passed the first floor, I heard an "oops" in the kitchen.

It seemed to be Ying Xia's voice, and hurried over.

The stove was still on fire, Ying Xia stretched out her hand to run under the faucet.

Lu Jinchuan walked over to turn off the fire, took a look at her hand, and said in an unpleasant voice, "Where are Aunt Tang and Aunt Sun? Are you still cooking?"

"No," Ying Xia explained, "I gave them a holiday, and I learned how to cook today."

Lu Jinchuan took ice cubes and put them in a bowl, then put her burnt index finger in, soaked for a while and picked up her hand to see, it was red, but not blistered.

Then patted her on the waist, "I'll do it."

Cleaning the pot and putting on the stove, there was no reply for a long time, and when I turned around, I saw her standing behind her with a displeased expression on her face.

"Why are you unhappy?"

Ying Xia: "I want to cook."

Lu Jinchuan wiped off his hands, hooked her waist and brought her to him, "It's enough that there is one person in the family who can cook, and you are in charge of eating."

Ying Xia pursed her lips slightly, "I wanted to be nice to you too, but in the end, you had to cook for me when you got home from get off work."

He has worked hard enough, and she has nothing to do for him.

Lu Jinchuan pinned her hair behind her ears, and pinched her earlobe, "You have such an idea, it is already a favor to me, if you really do it, give it to me."

He paused for a moment, "I think it might be revenge."

Ying Xia raised her head, "Do you think my cooking is unpalatable?"

Lu Jinchuan smiled lowly, "Honey, I really can't forget your bowl of hangover soup. I dream about Wu Dalang."

Ying Xia was so angry that she stretched out her hand to pinch his waist.

His waist is so strong that he can't pinch any flesh, Lu Jinchuan still pretended to be in pain, and held her hand, "Can I admit my mistake and beg for mercy?"