He's cute but puritanical

But Feng Yu'an knows his temper very well. If he wants to enter her house, she can't stop him.

Sipping the corner of her mouth, she simply did not refuse, "then go up."

So they took the elevator upstairs and went into her single apartment.

Usually she lives alone, and feels that this apartment of more than 60 square meters is quite empty.

However, as soon as Zuo Xiao entered the living room, the whole space suddenly seemed to be cramped.

Nearly 1.9 meters tall, almost touch the ceiling.

It is estimated that he can touch the chandelier on the ceiling if he stretches freely.

"I'll get the water."

Feng Yu an glances at the man and goes to the bar, only to find that the kettle is empty.

She picked up the kettle and shook it in his direction and asked, "I don't have hot water at home. Would you like a drink? Mineral water? "

"It doesn't matter. You can burn it now. I'm not in a hurry." Zuo Xiao's voice was very big. He sat down on the sofa, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

Feng Yu'an was speechless about his behavior. He shrugged his shoulders and took a kettle to boil water.

When the water boiled, she took the glass and poured it for him. She reminded politely, "it's a little hot."

"Let it go first." Zuo Xiao adjusted the station with the remote control, and could not find a TV program that could get into his eyes.

Feng Yu'an stood by the sofa, looked at someone's anti guest attitude, hesitated for two seconds, and said faintly, "Zuo Xiao, I want to talk to you."

Listening to her solemn tone, Zuo Xiao put the remote control in his hand on the tea table and leaned on the back of the sofa, "you said."

Feng Yu'an stares at him for a few seconds and frowns slightly.

The index finger of her right hand drew a circle on her jeans. After pondering for a long time, she said as if she had made up her mind to say, "Zuo Xiao, can we not let each other live so tired?"

"So tired of living?" Zuo Xiao chewed the last five words in her words, and the mood in her dark green eyes flashed by. After a brief silence, a low, cold voice began to ring, "I don't feel tired."

The light on the top of his head sprinkled on the three-dimensional facial features of the man, softened the lines of his face. It was so handsome and beautiful that it was like an oil painting, which made people feel a little trance.

Feng Yu'an was momentarily absent-minded, but soon came to his senses.

"But I'm very tired," she said

"Officer Feng will feel tired. Isn't it due to working overtime all day and night?" Zuo Xiao's eyes swept over her tight T-shirt, lifted up the corner of her lips and laughed, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes. "Or was it because she was wearing too cool and cold?"

What he said was understatement. He was clearly implying that she was wearing too little clothes.

But where does she dress less?

Which of the guests in the bar doesn't dress less than she does?

Even the two female colleagues who worked with her were more exposed than she was.

At this time, after listening to the man's words, she suddenly felt a little lucky that she didn't wear the same wine outfit as them.

Otherwise, this man doesn't know how to scold her!

However, as soon as the idea came out of her head, she quickly snuffed it out.

Why does she care about this man's opinion? She goes to work, not to have fun!

"I don't seem to have anything to do with Mr. Zuo."

Zuo Xiao's eye color is slightly heavy, spit out four words from the lip coldly and lukewarm, "it is immoral."

Wind and Yu'an

Go to a place like a bar and talk about the weather? Don't go if you have the ability!

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