The scheming beauty in Quick Travel is flirtatious and wild

Chapter 100 White Cotton
She leaned on him, letting him support most of her weight, and looked at him, her eyes quiet, but full of emotions that he couldn't understand.

Intense, fiery.

It was a kind of calm that was far beyond that of her peers, as if she was crying just because she wanted to cry and was not really wronged.

However, her eyes were indeed telling him something. To be precise, it should be...

behave in a spoiled manner?

Realizing this, Rong Jing felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. It seemed that a long time ago, there was such a person who always acted coquettishly towards him.

Su Luo stared at him motionless for a long time, hoping to awaken some of his memories. It wasn't until her eyes became sore that she blinked her long eyelashes and returned to the attitude of a student towards her teacher.

Just in time, the lunch break bell rang.

"Professor, then...I'm leaving first."

She returned to her honorific title again, her voice was muffled when she spoke, her eyes were red, her eyeballs were a little swollen, and her fair face was stained with tear stains.

Embarrassed, silky and naive again.

Rong Jing was stunned for several seconds before he came to his senses and nodded. The feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger, and some fragmented pictures were quietly gathering in his mind.

Eating, taking a lunch break, and going to class, the day was full and exhausting.

In the evening, Su Luo opened the closet with her key and took out a royal blue strapless dress. After putting it on, she put on delicate makeup, took her ID card, and went to the Internet cafe next to the school.

The Internet cafe is small and filled with smoke. There are rows of boys sitting in front of the computers playing games. On the screen, a few villains are carrying guns and blasting wildly. The boys are wearing headphones one by one, and words are coming out of their mouths from time to time. A few bad words.

Su Luo turned on a computer, logged into her email, and sent the information she was going to bring to Rong Jing today.

Then, she scanned the QR code and ordered instant noodles, then opened a variety show, and watched it comfortably in the leather chair.

This is not the five years since reality shows became popular. Today's programs are either interviews and complaints, or they invite celebrities as guests to laugh and play games. Generally speaking, creativity has reached a bottleneck.

While waiting for Rong Jing's reply, Su Luo clicked on the submission mailbox of the Roo Goose Video program team, sent the process of the girl group talent show written from memory, and then quit.

Coincidentally, Rong Jing wrote back at this time, asking her to resend certain lines of the physical modeling copy.

Su Luo shrunk the original full-screen interface a bit, faintly revealing the background of various games on the desktop, then took a full screenshot and sent it via WeChat on the computer.

In the office, looking at the screenshots sent, Rong Jing did not pay attention to the text content, but noticed the game icons that were unique to Internet cafe systems.

Rong Jing frowned and sent a message worriedly:
【Where are you? 】

Su Luo curled her lips and waited for two minutes before typing out a few words:
[Professor, I'm in the dormitory. 】

Rong Jing's eyes darkened, is this girl addicted to lying?
[I'm just downstairs in your dormitory, come down. 】

In the next 2 minutes, the other party kept showing that it was typing, and Rong Jing did not rush him. He leaned back on the back of the swivel chair, picked up a cup of tea, and gently blew the hot air on it. A pair of black eyes looked through the rim of the cup. Looking at the dialog box on the phone screen, his eyes were cold.

For a long time, Su Luo only sent back a frustrated emoticon, with a line of small words below:
[I was wrong...I was in an Internet cafe. 】

Rong Jing snorted coldly and left her alone for several minutes before replying slowly:

[Take a look at what time it is now?Still playing outside? 】

Su Luoqi took the last bite of instant noodles, wiped her mouth, and typed the video directly. It rang for several seconds before the other party picked up the call.

Rong Jing's handsome face appeared on the screen, and the impact was several times stronger than usual. Su Luo choked and coughed for a while.

She put on her headphones and showed a sweet and innocent smile to the computer camera:

"Professor, I'm actually not playing. I really forgot to bring my dormitory key, so I can only make do with it in the Internet cafe for one night."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man's deep and serious voice came from the earphones:
"Why are you dressed so revealingly?"

Su Luo lowered her head and looked at her clothes, pretending to be innocent and blinking her long eyelashes:
"No, everyone wears this when there is no class. Professor, your aesthetics are outdated."

Rong Jing choked and turned to look at the female students at the desk next door who were revising their papers. They were wearing clean shirts and jeans.

Looking back at the screen, a fire rose in my heart.

On the screen, the girl wore a one-line collar dress, royal blue, revealing a large area of ​​white shoulders and two slender collarbones, shoulders and neck.

There seemed to be light makeup on the face, which was a bit more refined than when we saw it in the morning. In the dim environment, the bright white color was simply glowing.

However, she was just his student, and he had no position to order her to do anything.

Rong Jing was hesitating whether to ask her to hang up after a few words, when he suddenly saw a boy sitting on the seat behind Su Luo, looking back at her frequently with sneaky eyes and a look of amazement.

Rong Jing frowned: "Which Internet cafe are you at?"

Su Luo reported her name and pretended to be surprised: "Do you want to come over and surf the Internet too?"

The communication has been hung up over there.

Su Luo took off her headphones, leaned her head back on the chair, and looked blankly, lazily.

She closed her eyes, but she could feel the gaze of the people next to her. She looked straight over and met the bright eyes of a female student, with little stars of gossip twinkling in them.

"Your teacher is really handsome. Which department are you in? I want to sit in on his class!"

Su Luo was stunned for a moment, then looked at her with a half-smile:
"He is not only my teacher, but also my husband."

For a moment, the female student covered her mouth with her hands as if she was being shocked by an electric shock, and barely suppressed the screaming in her throat.

After a while, she was about to ask something again when she saw the handsome uncle in the video just now walking over from the gate.

He was dressed in a straight formal suit, his movements were noble and elegant, his face was solemn, and he looked upright and awe-inspiring, which was incompatible with the vulgar laughter and curses around him.

Then, they saw him walking towards them and taking off his coat. When they got closer, the female students subconsciously closed the game page, feeling like they had sneaked to the Internet cafe in high school and been raped. The dean’s illusion of grabbing the bag.

Amidst the mixed noise, Rong Jing frowned at the noise. When he walked in, he found that not only Su Luo's shoulders, but also a large area of ​​her back was exposed. He quickly put his coat on her body and pulled up her waist. The wrist just goes out.

In the turbid smoke, he couldn't breathe smoothly and couldn't stay here for almost a minute.

Su Luo was forced to stumble forward, passing through rows of machines, and was pulled out of the door before she could get her change back.

Fresh air rushed into his chest, Rong Jing's face softened slightly, he looked at Su Luo behind him, and said in a stern tone:

"Why don't you ask the dormitory if you don't have the key? Where is your roommate?"

"The dormitory manager is not here, and neither is my roommate."

Seeing the innocent look on her face, Rong Jing's heart was filled with confusion. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled:
"Why don't you find a hotel to stay at?"

"The ID card is in the dormitory. The owner of the Internet cafe also let me use the computer because he knew me."

Su Luo's face was not red, her heart was not beating, and she was talking without blinking.Rong Jing stared at her for a few seconds and seemed to believe it.

When the lanterns first came on, the signs on both sides of the road flashed with colorful lights.

The two walked through the alley one after another. After walking for a while, Rong Jing took Su Luo into an express hotel.

When registering, the man took out his ID card and handed it to the front desk. The front desk gave them an unpredictable look.

After opening the single room, Rong Jing handed the room card to Su Luo and was about to turn around and leave. However, Su Luo grabbed the hem of his clothes with clear and innocent eyes.

"Professor, can you accompany me up? I'm a little scared."

The lights in the corridor are dim, and hotels near university towns are relatively basic, although this is the most upscale hotel you can find nearby.

So Rong Ding nodded and accompanied her into the elevator and went up to the fifth floor.

The corridor was quiet, and the shoes on the carpet were silent and soft. After twists and turns, they finally found the room at the end of the corridor. Su Luo took out the room card and opened the door with a click.

She walked in first, turned to look at the man standing at the door, and unconsciously dug her fingers on the door frame. After a while, she suddenly said:
"Professor, can you help me connect to the wifi? I'm not very good at using the equipment in the hotel, I'm sorry."

After saying that, she still showed an apologetic look, her face was timid, as if she was afraid of his rejection.

Seeing this, Rong Jing hesitated for a moment and then stepped in.

Su Luo gently closed the door, took a deep breath, tightened the corners of her mouth that wanted to raise, handed the phone to Rong Jing, and entered the bathroom.

Accompanied by the sound of rushing water, the girl's pleasant voice came from inside:

"Professor, after connecting to the Internet, can you help me cast the screen to the TV? I want to read the paper before going to bed, and the mobile phone screen is too small."

"it is good."

So Rong Jing started tinkering with set-top boxes again.

Ten minutes later, Su Luo came out wrapped in a bath towel.

Her long hair was wet, with strings of water drops sliding down her back. With her bare feet stepping on the carpet, she quietly approached the man sitting next to the bed.

The man's slender fingers fiddled with a broken box. He lowered his eyes and looked attentively until he felt a familiar fragrance of gardenia seeping over, very close to him.

The moist and warm water vapor from the girl's body rushed over, making Rong Jing's throat roll. He didn't even dare to turn his head to look at her, fearing that he would see something he shouldn't see.

"……professor."

Su Luo's voice was almost inaudible and had a hoarse tone. It was so soft that Rong Jing felt like he had heard her, but it also seemed like an illusion.

A small lamp above the head emits orange-red light, and the aroma in the air gradually becomes thicker, filled with the sound of someone's heartbeat, which is so loud that it seems to break the eardrums.

The next second, the TV screen lit up, an English paper appeared on the TV, and the charming atmosphere was suddenly broken.

Rong Jing didn't look at her. He stood up and walked to the door. He said "get some rest early" and slammed the door.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Su Luo's eyes. She lay on the bed and bit her lower lip unconsciously, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

At around one o'clock in the morning, the phone vibrated. It rang for a few seconds, and then it was picked up. The man's hoarse voice came out:

"……Hey?"

A few seconds later, he sat up suddenly, held the phone between his ears, and quickly got dressed. He didn't even have time to change his shoes, so he took the car keys from the entrance and ran out.

The highway was empty. A black Audi got off the ramp, ran through several red lights, and finally stopped in an alley around the university town.

Late at night, the person on duty at the Express Hotel disappeared somewhere. He went directly to the fifth floor and ran to the innermost room. As soon as he pressed the doorbell, the door was opened from the inside. Before he could ask more questions, he was pregnant. A small cannonball crashed into it.

Su Luo buried her face in his chest, sobbing softly, pitifully, like an abandoned child.

Rong Jing hugged her and moved into the house little by little, kicked the door shut with his foot, patted her gently, again and again, and waited until she calmed down a little before asking softly:

"What happened?"

He didn't hear clearly on the phone just now. He just heard Su Luo crying pitifully and hesitating and couldn't explain clearly. When he got anxious, he ran over directly.

Su Luo lowered her eyes and saw that he was still wearing slippers. She quickly adjusted her expression, slowly raised her head and murmured:
"Rong Jing, I, I thought I heard someone opening my door just now..."

Rong Jing was shocked and quickly went to check the door lock. After trying it, there was no problem. There was also a manual safety lock inside.

However, the girl looked pitifully frightened, and she certainly could not be allowed to continue living here.

So, Rong Jing carried Princess Daheng, who claimed to have weak legs, into the co-pilot overnight, started the engine, and drove directly home. At two o'clock, the two finally returned to the villa.

After getting out of the car, Su Luo looked at the identical villa in front of her. She was shocked and had mixed feelings in her heart.

It turned out that he finally lived here.

The decoration and furniture in the room were exactly the same as they were five years ago. Looking at the only pair of men's slippers at the door, Su Luo's lips curled up, and she suddenly pulled Rong Jing's sleeves and murmured:

"Professor, can I live on the second floor? The first floor is so scary..."

Rong Jing was a little hesitant. The guest rooms were all on the first floor, and there was only one bedroom on the second floor, which was his own room.

However, when he saw the girl's clear and innocent eyes, his heart softened. Knowing that she was scared today, he still took her to the second floor.

Su Luo followed him up the spiral staircase, following his steps. When she entered the bedroom, she was no longer reluctant to leave. After saying good night, she simply closed the door and locked it.

Through the door panel, she heard the man's footsteps gradually disappearing, and Su Luo began to rummage through the boxes.

She searched every corner of the wardrobe, bedside table, bookshelf, bed, bathroom, and found no trace of a woman, and there were no cute elements in the ornaments.

This old man, when he said he had someone he liked before, was either lying, or he hadn't reached the stage of living together yet.

So, Su Luo fell asleep peacefully, without a dream all night.

The next day, after Rong Jing woke up from the guest room, she knocked on the door but found no movement. When she pushed it open, she saw that Su Luo had disappeared.

On the bathroom mirror, red lipstick left a few words, and a heart was drawn on the back:
[I borrowed the clothes, okay?]

Rong Jing shook his head with a smile, and then went back to the bedroom. Seeing that the quilt on the bed was a little messy, he pinched the corner of the quilt and shook it again.

The next second, a small piece of white fell to the ground.

White, pure cotton, average.

Staring at the poor fabric object, Rong Jing blushed from head to face. After hesitating for a long time, he still stretched out his fingers and hooked it up.

　Male protagonist: How to deal with it?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)