Mr.Zhong, you have to be responsible for me

The next morning, Zhen CI left. She had to go to other places to continue filming.

After seeing Zhen CI off, he went to bed and didn't get up until noon.

After a simple wash, she nestled on the sofa and rubbed her growling stomach, so she picked up her cell phone and called Xiaomi.

Xiaomi came in less than ten minutes. The little girl was quick and used a bowl of cold noodles for her in a short time.

While eating noodles, he said to Xiaomi, "you don't have to come at night. I have an appointment at night."

"OK."

After Xiaomi left, she took out the script. This play was a play she received last year. It started the day after tomorrow. She will go to Hengdian early tomorrow morning.

Although he had studied the script thoroughly before, he still took it out and wanted to roll it out again from beginning to end.

This is a court play of the Qing Dynasty. The plot is about "how a little maid from the clothes washing bureau moves towards the peak of her life step by step".

The protagonist played by Zan Tang is the little maid in waiting. She has a lot of scenes and lines.

The ancients chewed words and came to classical Chinese from time to time. Before reciting lines, they began to doubt life.

Although I've memorized seven or eight points, it's still hard to remember some words.

She studied the script wholeheartedly until it was dark outside. She put down the script, rubbed her stiff neck, stood up from the sofa and planned to turn on the light.

After turning on the light, she went into the kitchen. She wanted to wash some fruit, but as soon as her hand touched the refrigerator door, she remembered one thing

Didn't the opposite door say to invite her to sweet and sour ribs tonight?

So he turned and lifted his feet out of the kitchen, went to the door of the apartment, opened the cat's eye and looked opposite.

The apartment door is closed and I don't know if I'll come back?

After thinking about it, she returned to the sofa, picked up her mobile phone and opened wechat.

Click on the wechat avatar of Zhong Yisu, and she sent a wechat message, "sweet and sour ribs?"

This time, it came back quickly, "get home right away!"

Staring at his message, he suddenly felt very subtle.

The feeling is too subtle for her to tell.

Put down her cell phone and she went back to her bedroom to change.

Change your pajamas and put on a black suspender skirt.

This is a suspender skirt that can be worn outside. The shoulder strap is wide, which can just hide the underwear shoulder strap inside. The front is also very conservative. The only sexy place is the back. The V-shaped design reveals most of her back.

Standing in front of the whole body mirror, she looked at the white behind her and smiled with satisfaction.

Raise your hand, pull up your long hair and tie it high on your head.

In this way, her slender neck and curved back are exposed. From behind, she is particularly sexy.

After all this, she sat in the living room, brushing her microblog and waiting for the clock to come back.

......

Zhong Yisu got out of the elevator, went straight to the door of 801 apartment, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The door was soon opened. In a black dress, he stood behind the door and looked at him.

Zhong Yisu's eyes swept her from head to foot without trace, and finally asked her, "are you going out?"

He smiled sweetly, "yes."

"Where are you going?"

"Your home."

Zhong Yisu took back his sight and turned to the opposite door.

He went out in slippers. After closing the door, he followed Zhong Yisu into his house.

The last time I came to his house was last month. It has been almost a month. He inexplicably feels that everything here is very friendly.

After changing her shoes, Zhong Yisu glanced at her and said in a low voice, "I'll change my clothes. Feel free."

Kuitang immediately turned to look at him with a light in his eyes, "I'll change it for you."

If you blurt it out, it's actually a cheap mouth.

He Tang looked at Zhong Yisu's sinking face, couldn't help shrinking his neck, and then whispered, "I'm kidding..."

The other party's eyes are deep and dark, like an endless ocean, seemingly calm, but there seems to be something terrible hidden inside.

Seeing this, Pang Tang was terrified. Under his ambiguous eyes, she couldn't carry it. She raised her feet and went to the kitchen, "you still have fruit in your house..."

As soon as she turned around, her whole back was exposed in front of Zhong Yisu.

As soon as the pupil shrinks, Zhong Yisu's face, which was not depressed, becomes more and more heavy.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the Tang who wanted to escape. He pulled her back with a slight force.

Pang Tang, who was suddenly caught by him, screamed, "802, you dare move me."

"Kuitang," Zhong Yisu suddenly opened his mouth and said coldly, "go back and change your clothes."

He was stunned and immediately understood.

She turned to look at him and asked with a smile, "is it nice?"

Zhong Yisu's face was more heavy, "change it for me!"

"I don't!"

Kuitang stared at him, "I just like to wear this one."

Zhong Yisu looked at the big piece of white flowers and clenched his teeth. "Don't you have any other clothes?"

"Yes, but I want to wear this one today!"

With that, she slapped off Zhong Yisu, grabbed her arm's hand and looked proud, "what does it matter to you that I wear my own clothes?"

"This is my home!"

"I know," he said, showing him his white, tender and greasy back. "Didn't you invite me to have sweet and sour ribs?"

Zhong Yisu has a headache.

He was too lazy to talk to her again and turned and strode into the bedroom.

He thought he had gone to change his clothes, so he ran to the kitchen to find fruit to eat.

I just found an apple and was ready to wash and eat it. Suddenly, a dress was covered on my back. Again, it was a man's white shirt.

She turned her head, looked at Zhong Yisu, looked at her shirt, and felt inexplicably funny.

"Well," she put down the apple in her hand, "for the sake of your concern for me, I'll show you."

Then she put on her shirt.

This is Zhong Yisu's shirt, but there is a great difference in their height. They wear it on kuitang and directly cover her black skirt.

He looked up at him, "is it beautiful?"

Zhong Yisu glanced faintly and nodded.

Much better than before.

Seeing him nod his head, he has a black line.

"Where is it beautiful?" he shook his long sleeves and pursed his mouth. "It's obviously like singing a big play."

Then she would take it off, "I don't want to wear..."

"You dare!"

"You..." Pang Tang stared first, then suddenly smiled. She approached Zhong Yisu, stared into his eyes and asked word by word, "Zhong Yisu, to be honest, do you think my back is beautiful? You must want to touch it, right? So you worried that you couldn't control yourself, so you put this shirt on me."

Zhong Yisu sneered. He was too lazy to pay attention to her again and turned to change his clothes.

Pang Tang said, "Hey, Zhong Yisu, do you already like me?"

Zhong Yisu's footsteps did not stop, and a cold voice came, "Tuotang, remember to put your face on next time you go out."

“......”

He's shameless.

.......

Finally, he didn't take off his shirt.

During dinner, she rolled up her shirt sleeve, but just rolled it up, and soon it fell down again.

So, impatient, she rolled up her sleeves.

The crumpled pile was there, making the clock frown.

"Reach out."

"Huh?"

"Arms."

"Why?" although he said so, he obediently extended his arm to him, Zhong Yisu raised his hand, leveled her shirt sleeves, and then carefully pulled them for her.

Pull left, then right.

He looked at him without blinking, and even breathed lightly.

On the man's overly beautiful face, there is serious tenderness between his eyebrows and eyes.

At the moment, there is a dreamy illusion about Pang Tang, as if she was the baby he held in the palm of his hand and treated by him with such meticulous and gentle treatment.

Zhong Yisu rolled up her sleeve for her and looked up at Shang Yutang and stared at him.

Her eyes were too straightforward. Zhong Yisu took back his eyes, coughed softly, and made a voice of dissatisfaction, "eat."

Make complaints about him, and see that he put out a dirty face, and can't help secretly Tucao, all of which is estimated to be her illusion.

How could this man treat her as a treasure?

It's like being a grass.

If you roll up your sleeves, you can eat more quickly.

He Tang looked at Zhong Yisu while eating ribs. "I'll go to Hengdian early tomorrow morning."

Zhong didn't lift his head. He ate the food in front of him slowly and ignored her.

Pang Tang was used to talking to himself in front of him, "this time, it will take about three or four months. Can I ask you something?"

"Say."

"There are many flowers and green plants on my balcony. In the past, my little aunt helped me take care of every time I went out, but recently my little aunt is too busy to care about me. Can I ask you to take care of me?"

Zhong Yisu finally stopped eating and looked up at her, "why should I help you?"

"... don't you think we have a good relationship now?"

"Really? I don't think so."

In the face of his relentless blow, he took a deep breath and secretly told himself... Calm down, calm down!

So, she forced her heart fire and pulled a fairly brilliant smile at him, and her voice softened a little, "why don't we exchange terms?"

Zhong Yisu glanced at her faintly, "what do you exchange?"

"When I come back from the play, I'll clean up for you."

"No, there are hourly workers."

"Shall I help you wash your clothes?"

"I have a special laundry."

"Shall I warm your bed?"

“.......”

Zhong Yisu glanced at her coldly and continued to eat. He was too lazy to talk nonsense with her again.

"Cut, I can't afford to joke at all," He Tang pulled a mouthful of rice into his mouth. "If I don't pull it down, I'll find someone myself."

Zhong Yisu ignored her.

When they finished their meal, the clock didn't move.

He raised his eyes and looked at the Tang who was about to lift his ass and leave. He opened his mouth, "go wash the dishes."

Pang Tang was stunned, "I wash?"

"Otherwise?" said Zhong Yisu, standing up from his position and lifting his feet towards the living room, "wash well and I'll check later."

Pang Tang, "... I cut my hand last time."

"If you can cut your hand this time, it can only explain one problem."

"What's the problem?"

"Stupid!"

Pang Tang, "..."

Nima is so angry. She wants to roll up her sleeves and fight, but she can't beat him. What should I do?