Mr Lu,You are my taste!

"Wronged!" Ji Rufeng yelled, "my beauty is in front of me. One of you is enough. I can't enjoy the happiness of all."

Zhao Jian gave a cold hum and stared at him.

Ji Rufeng had no choice but to say: "she was stabbed into a nail in her leg and couldn't walk. The impression should have been rubbed when I held her."

Ji Rufeng is also relieved. What's the matter? How happy it is to go to see the first draft of the wedding dress. He should have held her in his arms at this time. Now it's very sad. Maybe he has to kneel down on the washboard.

"You still hold her!"

"Just, just for a moment, just into the car."

"For a second?" Zhao jianleng hum.

Ji Rufeng feels guilty Two times, and then from the car

"What do you do when I call?"

"In the hospital, the cell phone was left in the car."

Zhao Jian stares at him and doesn't speak. Ji Rufeng holds her hand. "Well, Jane, you see I didn't fool around with others. Don't be angry. It's just a misunderstanding."

Zhao Jian threw him away, "get out of here, don't touch me, take a bath!"

If it was normal, she should have smelled the smell of other women on him. It was raining today. The rain diluted the taste, but left the impression of lipstick.

Ji Rufeng saw that she no longer lost her temper, and knew that this level was over. With a smile, he led her back to the room together, "you wash it for me."

"Go away!"

Zhao Jian's mind is so angry that she is not in the mood to give him a bath. However, Ji Rufeng does not let her go and drags her back to the room.

He took his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a bath. When he came out again, he almost choked to death.

The room was choking with smoke.

"Jane? Jane In a hurry, he immediately turned around, passed the towel in the water, carried it and rushed out. He took a few steps forward and kicked something with a "clang" kick. Suddenly, a deep pain came from his feet.

Zhao Jian's voice then rang out, an extra pair of hands on her arm, "are you ok?"

"Go! It's on fire

Although I don't know how the fire started, Ji Rufeng covered her mouth and nose with a towel, pressed her shoulder down, coughed and ran out with her.

When he rushed out of the room, he didn't expect the smoke to be thick and the fire to be thick. In the living room, he was safe, and the scream of gray wolf reverberated in the TV. While watching TV, Zhao Xu fiddled with a model.

The contrast between the two rooms is too big. Ji Rufeng looks at the bedroom and the living room, a little confused.

Zhao Jian was the first to react. She tore off the wet towel on her face, closed the bedroom door with her backhand, looked down at Ji Rufeng and said, "are your feet OK?"

She is too calm, Ji Rufeng can't help wondering, "what about you? Are you all right? "

"It's OK."

Ji Rufeng frowned, "what's the matter? How could it be on fire? "

I thought there was some smoke in the bathroom, but he didn't feel it when the exhaust air was on and the water was flowing. The windows of the living room and corridor were all open, and the smoke also dispersed.

Zhao Jian looked at his feet and said, "I lit the fire."

"You..." Ji Rufeng was shocked, and his black eyes glared round. Finally, he forced his emotions down. "What did you burn?"

Zhao Jian glanced at him, still in that tone, "that shirt."

Ji Rufeng can't understand. He doesn't plan to wear that Shirt any more, but he doesn't like to just throw it away. Why should he burn it?