Yan Gou

He drank some red wine while soaking in the hot spring, and when he came up from the hot spring pool, Jiang Bailu's cheeks turned slightly red.The cold wind blew over at night, instead of blowing away the heat on his face, it made him even hotter.But fortunately, not to the point of getting drunk.

Song Tang and Ceng Ge's rooms were next to each other, while Jiang Bailu's room was arranged alone at the end of the corridor.When he reached the door of the two people's room, Jiang Bailu was about to raise his hand to say goodbye when Song Tang grabbed that hand and pulled it over.Song Tang glanced across Cengo's face indistinctly, raised his eyebrows, "Yiaoyou, how about going to watch a movie in my room?"

Jiang Bailu had only figured out the doorway in Song Tang's words a few hours ago, and he snorted coldly in his heart. The secret thought was not very good, but he still politely refused: "I have to go back and take a bath."

Song Tang rolled up the corners of his lips, "Go wash in my room."

Jiang Bailu remembered that Qin and his entourage probably had made a lot of money from these young masters in the past few years, so he agreed with a good temper: "Okay."

In front of Cengo, Song Tang dragged him into his room.When the door of the room closed behind him, all the smiles on Song Tang's face disappeared, and he left Jiang Bailu to sit dryly in the room, and went into the bathroom to take a shower by himself.In the middle of the bath, I seemed to realize that there was still someone sitting in the room, and said through the bathroom door: "Yiao, if you are in a hurry, go back and take a bath first."

Jiang Bailu said yes, got up and opened the door to leave without hesitation, paused slightly when passing by Cengo's room, turned around and walked back the next second, raised his hand and knocked on the closed door of the other party three times.

No one came to answer the door.Jiang Bailu pressed his ear to the thick door, held his breath and listened for a moment, then reached out to hold the doorknob, and twisted it gently——

The door opened.

He hesitated for a second, put his face together and opened the door openly and walked in.The brightly lit living room was well-heated, but empty.The white bathrobe that was worn by the owner not long ago was draped crookedly on the armrest of the sofa.Jiang Bailu took off his wooden clogs by the door, and walked in barefoot on the soft wool carpet.

The bathroom door was closed tightly, and there was white light shining through the exquisitely carved frosted glass, but the sound of dripping water could not be heard.Jiang Bailu took a step forward suspiciously, and the next second, the bathroom door was pulled open abruptly, without even giving him any chance to react or think.

Cengo appeared in front of him with his upper body naked, black boxer shorts hung loosely on his thin hips, and the beautiful mermaid line sank into the shorts along the edge.The expression on his face was not very kind, but even a little cold, "Didn't your mother teach you not to enter other people's rooms casually?"

Jiang Bailu took a step back wisely to make way for him, "Sorry, I've knocked on the door, but no one came to open it. But," he paused, and smiled nonchalantly, "My mother did die early. .”

Cengo walked around him and walked into the living room slightly stagnantly, turned his head and glanced at him indifferently, and changed the topic, "What's the matter with you?"

Jiang Bailu followed, and said sincerely: "There is something wrong with the nozzle in my room. I just called Qin and his party. He said that the maintenance personnel have already left work at this point. Can I take a shower with you?" ?”

Cengo lit a cigarette and bit it on his lips. His amber eyes looked at him from the beginning to the end calmly, and finally he sneered, "Could it be that all the rooms in the resort, except my room, have nozzles blown out?" question?"

Jiang Bailu looked at his familiar and smooth movements when he lit a cigarette, and was a little dazed. At this time, he came back to his senses from the man's questioning voice, but hesitated for a second and said: "You..."

Cengo looked coldly, "What about me?"

Jiang Bailu fluently continued the second half of the sentence: "You should smoke less, smoking is not good for your health."

Cengo was stunned for a second, with impatience floating on his face, "You go."

Jiang Bailu let out an oh and went happily.In less than three seconds, he came back again, looked down at his bare feet, five thin white toes subconsciously curled up in the fluff of the carpet.

Cengo followed his gaze, just in time to take this scene into his eyes, and frowned slightly.

Jiang Bailu raised his face and asked, "Can you lend me a pair of slippers?"

Cengo lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "There are no extra slippers in the room."

Jiang Bailu glanced at his feet, "Can you take off those shoes on your feet and lend them to me?"

Cengo didn't even lift his eyelids, "I don't like wearing shoes worn by others."

Jiang Bailu didn't speak, curling up his toes stuck in the carpet.A pair of slippers were casually thrown to his feet, and Cengo's voice sounded coldly: "If you don't go, I'm going to lock the door and go to sleep."

Jiang Bailu put on the men's slippers that were still warm, turned around and entered the bathroom.

Two seconds later, the slight sound of locking the door came into his ears. Cengo finally looked away, and pressed half a cigarette in the ashtray with some irritability. When he lowered his head, he relaxed his frowning brows.