you complement me

Anyway, panties are out of the running for now.

Yu Yiru's face turned red in an instant.

It's not that shy, it's just that she has always been thin-skinned, and a little heat can make her face blush, not too red, the faint pink is like a budding flower bud, from the tip of her nose to her cheeks is red, It's like rubbing rouge, which makes people feel pitiful.

She turned her head to look at the ground, and she saw a pair of pink lace underwear collapsed on the asphalt road, probably because they were packed in a hurry and fell out of the bag when she turned around.

She pretended to be calm, determined not to show timidity at this time, so despite being embarrassed, Tingting bent down curlingly, picked up the panties with her left hand and stuffed them back into the bag, and stroked her long hanging hair behind her ears with her right hand , revealing a beautiful flawless side face.

Studies have shown that women's hair-lifting action is quite attractive. Yu Yiru has practiced this action since high school, and now she has become a mirror. She is absolutely sure that her every move can be painted, soft and peaceful.

Although she is picking up panties.

And when she stood up again, Bo Fuzhang pointed at her and suddenly realized: "Oh, it's Ruyi."

Yu Yiru: "..."

Yu Yiru resented Bo Fuzhang for recognizing her only now, and was also angry at her nickname for him.

She has always thought that this nickname was a stain in her past perfect life, and it should not be brought up again—after all, except for a high school female classmate who has too big a brain and is jealous of her, who can be so boring as to call someone else's nickname? Do they all have tacky nicknames?

So she couldn't help but wonder if Bo Fuzhang was also jealous of herself.

The reason is naturally, for example, the inside story that she has to come out to stand on the street on this cold winter night?

Thinking that Bo Fuzhang's life is not as good as hers, Yu Yiru couldn't help showing a smile.

She was so sure because Bo Fuzhang was standing in the street wearing a short skirt in the middle of the night, it was extremely shabby.

Who can do this if conditions permit?Could it be a hobby?

So Yu Yiru didn't mention the matter of not being nicknamed, but made indirect remarks, pretending to be unintentional: "I forgot to bring the keys of the house, and I was going to a friend's house."

Bo Fuzhang seemed to lose interest in her after calling out her name, he didn't reply, he was still leaning on the lamp post to smoke, the smoke had reduced by half, the ash was scattered with the wind, and a few strands fell on his white and plump breasts , more white and dazzling, with a decadent and messy charm.

She raised her head slightly, and her long hair hung loosely like seaweed, swaying and sinking in the wind, bringing a burst of fragrance.

Yu Yiru didn't give up easily, she didn't seem to notice Bo Fuzhang's indifference, and said: "But it's too far away, it's hard to get a taxi, old classmate, since we met, I can't invite me to your house for a ride." Is it?"

She smiles and leans close to Bo Fuzhang, her eyes show pleading, black and white eyes, clear like a pool of shallow streams.

Bo Fuzhang was like falling clouds, his misty eyes finally fell on Yu Yiru.

Her eyebrows are deep, delicate and beautiful, as if drawn by a skilled painter. When she looks at you, her drooping eyelids lift up slightly, revealing a pair of black eyes that glisten with water. Confused care, when she looks at you, you feel that she has affection for you, but you don't know where there is a kind of unreasonable sadness that makes her unable to approach, but still has nostalgia.

Yu Yiru was stunned for a moment, and finally recovered after Bo Fuzhang opened his mouth.

She was shocked by the attractiveness of Bo Fuzhang's glance, and felt that it was as straight as her heart, which was enough to show how attractive he was to ordinary men.

For a moment, she felt a sense of sympathy and admiration, so it took a few seconds to realize what Bo Fuzhang said.

She said, "Oh, good."

Actually, Yu Yiru really didn't expect that Bo Fuzhang would agree.

——And agreed so simply.

According to her original thought, Bo Fuzhang would not agree, so naturally she would either keep silent, or talk about him irrespective of left and right.

Then I naturally pretended to be friendly and pressed her step by step in the name of my old classmate until she told her about the hardships of life.

Unexpectedly, Bo Fuzhang agreed with two words - and there was even a modal particle.

The plan couldn't keep up with the changes, but at least she didn't have to challenge the taxi driver's morality in the middle of the night, and she didn't have to look at the friend who had a boyfriend in the East District.

Just like this, Yu Yiru dragged a large suitcase, a travel bag, and a handbag, and followed behind Bo Fuzhang.

They walked to the next intersection of the street, crossed the road and entered the next-door community where Yu Yiru originally rented a house, walked for about 3 minutes along the path with scattered light street lights, and passed through a cobblestone path among the grass.

Seeing that he was about to walk up to another uneven parking space, Yu Yiru, who was already ten steps behind Bo Fuzhang, shouted, "Well, Bo Fuzhang, how far is it?"

She waited for Bo Fuzhang to turn around, then shook her hands and showed a embarrassed smile, to imply the fact that she was about to be unable to carry these luggage.

But Bo Fuzhang didn't turn his head back, he raised his head and said, "It's here."

She stopped in her tracks, but she didn't turn around to help Yu Yiru pick up something. She put her hands in the pockets of her windbreaker and looked at the sky, showing a desolate and lonely back—probably showing a person sighing alone at the moon. image.

Yu Yiru resisted the urge to grit her teeth and roll her eyes.

She pursed her lips and pulled her luggage across the parking space, and finally walked to Bo Fuzhang's side, and Bo Fuzhang continued to walk into the next apartment building, and then began to -

climb the stairs.

Yu Yiru froze.

She tried her best to suppress the trembling voice: "Which floor?"

As usual, Bo Fuzhang said without turning his head, "Fifth floor, 502."

She didn't show any intention to help Yu Yiru carry the luggage, she just put her hands in the pockets of the windbreaker and went upstairs in such a chic way.

The result of this was that Yu Yiru had no choice but to take the things up one after another, and when everything was taken up, she almost lay down on the spot.

But Bo Fuzhang was fine, he had already showered and washed his hair, he was wearing a singlet and shorts, wandering around in front of her shamelessly.

When Yu Yiru came up for the first time, she already found that Bo Fuzhang's residence was different from what she had imagined.

She found it difficult to describe whether it was better or worse.

Because the situation of being overcrowded or sharing a room with others did not happen, although this house is located in an old-fashioned community, the room is quite large, about [-] square meters, enough to make Yu Yiru, who has never rented a house more than [-] square meters, envious.

But the problem is, this is a rough room.

And it's still an undisguised rough room.

Various large and small photos are hung on the bare/exposed concrete walls, pipes and wires are protruding from the ceiling, and hemp ropes are pulled one after another, and various clothes and accessories that belong to Bo Fuzhang are hung on , whether it is a coat coat or a bra underpants, they are all exposed, as if they are some kind of decoration.

It has to be said that in this way, there is a strange sense of beauty.

After having such an idea, Yu Yiru thought that her own aesthetics was raped by this mess.

Yu Yiru was dazzled by this scene, and it wasn't until the third time when she came up that she passed through layers of barriers and saw the bed on the easternmost side and the kitchen on the westernmost side.

The bed is a huge palace-style bed with European-style columns, so huge that ten Yu Yiru can lie on it, with milky white curtains hanging on it, it looks full of girlish air.

The kitchen is open, and Yu Yiru probably saw a black marble counter and a row of white-painted cabinets. When he came up for the fourth time, he also saw an oven and a microwave.

In short, compared with the bold and unconstrained style of the whole room, the kitchen is really exquisite, as if it belongs to a housewife who loves cooking.

So when Yu Yiru came up out of breath for the last time, she was going to go to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

Because Bo Fuzhang, who is lying on the sofa and playing computer, has no intention of entertaining her at all.

She was paying attention to whether Bo Fuzhang would stop her, so she turned her head three times a step, and watched carefully while washing the cups, preparing to stop her actions immediately when she opened her mouth, but Bo Fuzhang ignored her until Yu Yiru took the water and walked to her, but did not give Yu Yiru a look.

How should I put it...it's really textbook-like egoism.

Yu Yiru began to feel that things were different from what she first thought.

She looked around and found that most of the clothes hanging on the thin rope were in the style of saving fabrics, but now the other party was lying on the sofa with wet hair and playing computer, wearing a pair of black silk underwear, putting a pair of muscular The shapely long legs are on the back of the chair, and the vest is loose, so Yu Yiru can see it all at a glance.

Fang Bai looked as if he had his own polishing board, so the bright red that accidentally leaked out was even more charming, and even Yu Yiru couldn't help swallowing.

Um, no, how could she swallow.

Thinking that she was probably too thirsty, she lowered her head and took a sip of water, then asked unintentionally: "Speaking of which, Bo Fuzhang, why are you still outside so late?"

She was expecting that Bo Fuzhang would reveal some flaws in what he said next, but Bo Fuzhang said without hesitation: "I was let go by the client."

Yu Yiru was almost sprayed out, she stumbled and said: "Customer, customer? Meet so late?"

"Well, it was well said on the Internet, but I started waiting at nine o'clock today, but I didn't wait for her."

"Also, is it an online business?!"

"Well, it's easier to get business online."

Yu Yiru swallowed back the sentence "what business" that was about to blurt out.

The question is so straightforward, it seems a bit obvious.

Yu Yiru changed the way of asking: "Can I help you?"

To add credibility, she added: "I want to move recently, especially looking for a part-time job."

Bo Fuzhang lazily raised his head.

The feeling full of female hormones came again. Bo Fuzhang not only raised his head, but also raised his eyebrows slightly. At the same time, he put the index finger and middle finger that were originally pressed on the keyboard into his mouth. His bright red lips and fair fingers were covered with softness. The crimson mouth was wrapped around, slowly getting wet, looking full of secret hints.

Yu Yiru swears to God, although she can't be called what she looks like, she is definitely not the kind of person who thinks of sex/suggestion so easily.

She started Fang (huang).

In particular, Bo Fuzhang looked her up and down, and his eyes gradually became soft and deep, as if he was looking at his lover tenderly, or as if he was luring you into a vortex indulging in love/desire.

She twisted her body slightly, and her whole body was like white lactose, exuding a sweet and greasy fragrance.

She said, "Yes, I think you can do it."