Chapter 290

disasters pile up on one another. When people are bad, all bad things come together.

Carrying two bags of garbage to the first floor of the community to throw away. When going up and down the elevator, many passing male residents looked at her more. Qiao bao'er was guilty, and her expression was very awkward all the way.

She wore a lavender silk nightgown inside. In winter, fortunately, her brain was not broken, and she still remembered wearing a long woolen coat. The dark green Korean woolen pattern made her look more pure and white, her lips red, and her eyes more transparent. It was beautiful, but she was in a very upset mood.

No money, no cell phone... No underwear.

And forgot to bring the key out.

I don't know if other people's renting will happen. Qiao bao'er looks down at his white feet, slovenly dressed in flip flops, and walks around the neighborhood with a sigh.

I'm so ashamed that even she doubts how she survived these years.

May be a cold, low fever, so the brain is not smart.

For the first time, Qiao bao'er conservatively buttoned all the buttons on her coat, and then went to the property management for help.

But it's really bad luck.

"Miss, I'm new here. I don't know where the spare key is. Why don't you wait a minute?"

She looked at the new property brother. "When will it be?" she subconsciously put her hands around her chest and tightened her coat. She was very embarrassed, "... Please call me to ask. It's not convenient for me now."

The younger brother didn't know what was inconvenient for her, but the beauty asked for something and promised to deal with it as soon as possible. She was very shy and asked if she wanted to sit and wait in the rest room of the property.

"No, thank you."

She decided to go back to her apartment and wait.

At 10 p.m., a group of office workers just came back and were waiting for the elevator. Qiao bao'er rationally decided to turn the corner and take the stairs.

Don't want to squeeze with others, look down at the chest, and sighed.

There is some dust on this side of the stairs. There are few people passing by at ordinary times. Aunt cleaning is also lazy. At this time, she is the only one on the stairs. Her footsteps reverberate. The induction lamp on the top of the corridor lights up quietly because of her footsteps.

Qiao bao'er wants to climb four stairs. Anyway, he is idle and walks slowly.

The brain is still thinking, she just heard that the new brother called, the group of old property to eat supper, it seems that the fastest one hour later will come back, "means at least to wait for more than an hour..." ah, a little sad.

In case those elders forget to return, she is likely to spend the night staring at the door.

"Why don't you borrow a cell phone from your neighbor and ask Xiao Zhu to help you?" I always think about her family at the critical moment.

Is calculating, however she walks does not look the road, suddenly a forehead bumps into a person.

He looked up in amazement.

"You..."

Qiao bao'er feels that her brain is more dull, and the light of the stairs is yellowing, reflecting a little fuzzy. Now she is not sure whether he is a phantom or real.

"Walk carefully." A sudden sound, familiar angry tone, low and deep.

Qiao bao'er's brain seemed to flash. He didn't know whether he was scared or shocked. He cried out in panic, "you, how can you be here?" Her eyes reflected his cold face.

Junzhimu ignored her.

He turned and stepped on up the stairs.

Qiao bao'er was stunned for a second. He took a look at his 402 apartment on his left, and he went up

"Junzhimu, you are the psycho 502!"

She thought of something. Her tone was complicated. She took three steps and made two.

At this time, the man standing in front of Room 502 turned and looked at her. He seemed to be dissatisfied with her. He frowned slightly and looked at her. His eyes were sharp in the dark.

Qiao bao'er hesitated to stop at the stairs, five meters away from him, and did not go forward.

"You, why do you live here?"

His gaze made her feel uncomfortable, but she ventured to ask.

Qiao bao'er was waiting for his reply nervously. She had suspected that the resident upstairs was an acquaintance. She had thought about whether it would be him. At that time, she just guessed, but now she really looks at him.

There is a surging heart, can not say what emotions, nervous puzzled, and a little bit... Joy.

But he didn't say anything, just took out the key and opened the door.

"Junzhimu, why do you live here?" His disregard made her eager to ask.

She didn't believe that young master Jun ran to this kind of small apartment in the old district for no reason. He wrote a project plan to take down this district. There was an idea in his mind, but she didn't dare to imagine it.

Everything is different, she is now an ordinary person, she did not dare, also did not have the self-confidence to fantasize, if he is for her.

"Junzhimu, I'll talk to you!"

It seems that there is a truth, separated by a layer of gauze, she wants to know, yelling his name, red eyes.

It is clear that he is the one who has been arrested, but she is the one who is nervous and anxious.

The man who opened the door of Room 502 turned a deaf ear to her.

However, he stepped into the room, stopped for a moment, looked back, his sharp eyes are still so clear, strange, "do you want IP & G advertising?"

Qiao Baoer was completely silent.

If she was forced to be anxious and red eyed just now, his cold and clear questioning is really ironic.

You care, he doesn't care.

I don't understand why he asked suddenly. An idea flashed through her mind. It seems that she never understood him. She can't understand his idea. She will never understand it.

Qiao bao'er looks at him very quietly. The man seems to be far away from her.

"If you want IP & G ads, you can come with me." His voice was colder and more irritable.

"What are you doing in there?"

Qiao Baoer's expression is very mechanical. Suddenly, she doesn't want to get close to him.

She felt that he was really strange. She didn't want to see him and didn't want to believe that he became so indifferent. Every time she saw his face, she couldn't help but feel happy and wanted to run over. Then she was more lost and sad.

Junzhimu seemed to dislike her expression. Her tone was obviously angry and reminded her, "Miss Qiao, what do you think a man and a woman can do in a room?"

"You've been doing well in the production group recently, and you've been in the top four by landing with Kenan... Qiao bao'er, you should know the rules very well, haven't you learned the skill of those women's inversion?"

Naked irony.

She didn't know how to react. Job just froze.

Then she heard him stride directly into the 502 room. The sound of his steps was heavy and heavy.

She thought that he was just as sarcastic as last time. She was not good at counterattack for the hurt of language. She held back and turned back to her own place.

"No matter how Lu Qinan protects you, it's no use. If you don't come in tonight, you will be brushed down immediately tomorrow morning."

"Jun Zhi mu, don't go too far!"

Qiao bao'er was forced to rush in regardless of everything, and the angry voice rang out in this strange and dark 502 apartment.

He didn't turn on the light, only the small yellow light in the corridor illuminated some light. He stood in the room, and the elegant figure was lengthened like a devil by the darkness, as if she would be enraged if she guessed correctly. When she ran in, she just fell into his arms.

Qiao bao'er felt that he had no ambition. At the moment when he hugged him, all his emotions were gone.

In fact, she miss him very much, always miss him.

Junzhimu's action is very direct. Without any foreplay, he goes to bed.

They are still nominally husband and wife. It's a long time since they did it.

Qiao bao'er can't tell what her mood is. It seems that her soul has been emptied. She only feels that the man's action is very urgent and rude.

There was something in her heart. She was angry and reached out to push him. She didn't want him to succeed.

But the more she pushed, the more he pestered.

At the end of the day, Joe was tired and didn't know how to fall asleep. He just had a funny idea when he closed his eyes.

It's better not to do it than to do it.

In addition to pain, there is no other feeling, and he... All night, he seems to be very hard, very hard to entangle, persistent what