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Chapter 65 What Mysophobia

The night is dark and the world is quiet.

When Lu Qingfei arrived at the police station, he still found it unbelievable.

It's strange that the upright and solemn eldest brother would actually fight.

A young woman saw her and approached her with a warm smile: "Are you Miss Lu Qingfei?"

Lu Qingfei nodded: "Yes, may I ask what is Xie Yunji's current situation?"

"He was the first to hit someone at the yacht club, and our director saw him and took him back," the woman said. "If he could get forgiveness and make peace, he could leave without any problems, but he refused to apologize no matter what I said."

"Director Gu is talking to another client. You should talk to Xie Yunji first."

The woman took Lu Qingfei to see Xie Yunji. The room was empty, dimly lit, and had only a table and two chairs.

When Lu Qingfei entered the room, he saw Xie Yunji sitting on a chair. He had his head lowered and his expression could not be seen clearly. When he heard the noise, he slowly raised his eyes and looked over.

After staring at each other for a while, no one took the initiative to speak.

After a moment, Lu Qingfei said, "I understand."

She said this, turned around and left.

When Lu Qingfei first learned to listen to the mantra, he never thought that he would use it on his senior brother.

Xie Yunji ran into Jiang Heng at the rock climbing club and thought he was Li Heng. He stood up for his junior sister and beat her up in anger.

……no.

Why are you complaining?

Lu Qingfei sighed, feeling helpless.

She told the young policewoman that she wanted to see the person who was beaten.

"He is in our Director Gu's office. Please follow me."

In the director's office, Lu Qingfei knocked on the door and came in. Director Gu had something to deal with and was not there at the moment.

Jiang Heng leaned lazily against the back of the chair, as if he had known that Lu Qingfei would come, and asked her with a half-smile: "Tell me, what is the legitimate reason for beating someone for no reason."

"You look a lot like my senior brother." Lu Qingfei didn't exchange pleasantries with him, and simply said, "My eldest brother has a grudge against my senior brother."

One sentence can make interpersonal relationships and grudges clear.

While others were in love, he got beaten for no apparent reason.

Jiang Heng looked mysterious and asked, "You also think I'm your senior brother?"

"No." Lu Qingfei said, "I am very familiar with him and can tell the difference."

Jiang Heng asked calmly, "Since you can tell the difference, why are you staring at me at the elevator entrance?"

Lu Qingfei smiled and said, "It's a courtesy to return gifts."

Because he was staring at her, she stared at him too.

Jiang Heng raised his eyebrows slightly.

He thought back to what he had said before.

——"I am very familiar with him."

very familiar.

These three words are very subtle.

The office seemed to be separated from the outside world and was extremely quiet, with only the sound of the two of them talking.

Jiang Heng tapped the tabletop with his fingers and asked nonchalantly, "Is your senior brother your ex-boyfriend?"

Lu Qingfei was stunned for a moment, then met his gaze and said, "He is my creditor."

Her answer made Jiang Heng thoughtful.

Let Jiang Chi transfer the money and help Jiang Chi clarify the pros and cons in a short time.

He is in a weak position but not passive. His views are to the point, his speech is well-organized, he moves people with emotion and logic, he tempts people with benefits, and he hits the pain points and soft spots everywhere.

Everything is calculated clearly and clearly.

He said with a smile, "You don't look like someone who would owe anyone money."

“It’s not a debt of money.”

Lu Qingfei said frankly, "It's a debt of love."

Unexpected answer.

Jiang Heng paused. Love debt represents emotional inequality.

Does she like it less, or not at all?
His tone was normal, his eyes were clear, and he looked calm and rational. It was probably the latter.

Lu Qingfei looked at the ointment on the table, then glanced at the bruise on Jiang Heng's face, took the initiative to step forward, and said calmly: "Let me help you."

Jiang Heng didn't stop her and just watched her open the ointment and cotton swab.

As soon as the cotton swab touched the surface of the skin, Jiang Heng hissed and said slowly, "Be gentle."

Lu Qingfei was stunned for a moment.

She didn't say anything, but wiped with a little less force and moved closer, accidentally rubbing each other's clothes.

Jiang Heng could feel Lu Qingfei's approaching breath and her gentle movements. He lowered his eyes and asked, "Exactly the same?"

Lu Qingfei didn't expect him to ask this, and paused for a moment.

After thinking for a while, she replied: "Not really. We have different personalities."

My senior brother is not that pampered.

Even though Li Heng was seriously injured, he still acted cool and pretended that nothing was wrong to save face.

How could he gasp when a wound is touched and still ask for gentleness?

If they are alike, apart from their looks, they may all be very arrogant.

Jiang Heng doesn't care about anyone, and Li Heng regards everything as an ant.

Lu Qingfei pondered secretly.

Jiang Heng looked at her leisurely, and raised his lips slightly when he heard her words: "Do you know what kind of personality I have?"

Lu Qingfei raised her eyes, and her bright black eyes reflected Jiang Heng's appearance. The familiar face so close made her a little dazed, and it took her a moment to return to her usual faint smile.

Lu Qingfei did not follow Jiang Heng's question and said cleverly: "Different living environments naturally lead to different personalities."

Jiang Heng sensed the defensiveness in the Tai Chi rhetoric.

He looked at Lu Qingfei squeezing the ointment with drooped eyelids, and his eyes glanced at her left wrist.

In the early hours of the morning, there was a loud bang, and the heavy rain that had been suppressed all night poured down. The sound of water splashing could be clearly heard inside the room.

After applying the medicine, Lu Qingfei lowered his head and put the cotton swab away. When he turned around, a coat was thrown at him without any explanation. It felt soft, the fabric was delicate, and it was still warm.

Jiang Heng pulled down his sleeves expressionlessly. The coat was long and wide, wrapping her whole body well.

"Your elder brother made it dirty, so please, as my younger sister, clean it and return it to me, and the matter will be settled."

His tone was flat and no emotion could be heard.

What a mysophobia.

The sudden smell and temperature, as well as the faint fragrance of laundry beads that penetrated into his nostrils, made Lu Qingfei's mind stagnate for a moment.

Jiang Heng added: "Put it on, don't get the clothes damaged."

Where did these weird clothes come from? There are also bugs.

Lu Qingfei blinked her eyelashes lightly, then responded and said, "How much is it? I'll buy it."

As if she didn’t find the deal attractive, she added: “At three times the price.”

Jiang Heng: "..."

After living for so many years, this was the first time someone showed off their generosity in front of him.

Jiang Heng refused bluntly: "Not for sale."

He had no room for negotiation, and Lu Qingfei didn't hesitate: "Then leave me your contact information, and I'll return it to you after I wash it."

It is not a solution to always let Jiang Chi act as the middleman.

Jiang Heng stretched out his hand to her: "Cellphone."

The man's broad palms were facing upwards, his skin was cold and pale, and his fingers were long and beautiful.

Lu Qingfei didn't give it to him. She held the phone, looked up at him, and said, "Tell me the number."

There was an imperceptible tone of undignified urgency in his voice, as if he would burn his clothes to ashes if he didn't report it.

Jiang Heng sighed inwardly, then calmly withdrew his hand and told her his phone number.

After a while, his cell phone rang.

After exchanging contact information, Jiang Heng walked out. His tall figure suddenly stopped at the door. He turned around, pointed at Lu Qingfei's hand, and said lazily:
"Don't wash by hand, clothes are precious."

(End of this chapter)