Someone Speaks Ill of You

Luo Jiajia went to take a bath.

Luo Fei leaned behind the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

Lie down on the bed, opened the panel and took a look. Not surprisingly, the price of Qi and Blood Pill had changed from 10,000 to 20,000.

This growth rate almost caught up with the housing prices in that world.

Outrageous!

It’s a pity that you can only buy one at a time. If you can buy more, when it was 2,000 yuan each...

Ok?

How does his current thinking resemble the many people in the world who are beating their chests and regretting because of rising housing prices?

I didn't buy it at that time, but regretted it later.

But if you give him another chance, I guess he wouldn't buy it at that time.

Because there is no money.

When Luo Fei bought the first Qi-Blood Pill, his points were only a few thousand, so he could only buy one, and he couldn't buy more.

And he didn't expect the Qixue Pill to be in line with the previous housing prices, so rising so outrageously.

But that's okay.

He now has 25,980 points and can continue to earn.

The Qi and Blood Pill that I promised Luo Jiajia in my heart will definitely be honored, but it will definitely not work tonight.

I hope that girl will finish the shower in a while and have forgotten what happened just now.

To be honest, he didn't see anything just now.

Just a glimpse of shock.

Pushing the door open, he took a look, and immediately closed the door without hesitation or pause.

It seems that I can only see light-colored underwear, slender white waist, smooth back looming under the long hair, and white and round jade shoulders, and...no more, no more.

Not long after, Luo Jiajia took a shower and came out of the bathroom.

Luo Fei quickly got out of bed and pressed the door.

However, Luo Jiajia's footsteps did not come here, but entered her own room.

Luo Fei stroked his chest and continued to lie on the bed.

But without lying down for a minute, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, Luo Jiajia stood at the door, with wet hair, looking at him blankly.

Luo Fei was taken aback, and hurriedly sat up from the bed, and explained: "I was wrong just now, I should knock on the door, but Luo Jiajia, I have reminded you that I am going to take a shower before, why are you..."

Without waiting for him to finish, Luo Jiajia had already turned and left and returned to his room.

Neither of them closed their doors.

Luo Fei was undecided, and immediately got out of bed and closed the door, with a chair behind him. When he was about to climb on the bed and was about to turn over, the door sneered and was pushed open again.

Luo Jiajia appeared again at the door blankly.

Luo Fei got up to his feet and looked at her and said: "What are you doing? Everyone was wrong just now, it's even, you..."

Without waiting for him to finish, Luo Jiajia left again.

The doors of both of them were open again.

Luo Fei was stunned, took a look at the water stains on the floor at the door of the room, thought about it, walked to the door and said: "Luo Jiajia, do you need me to blow your hair?"

"casual."

In the room over there, Luo Jiajia's cold voice came.

"Oh, then you can blow it yourself."

Luo Fei didn't dare to go there, and closed the door again.

He walked to the desk and flipped through the books on it, ready to find a book and read it for a while.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the door was pushed open again. Luo Jiajia stood at the door and looked at him blankly. This time, she did not leave immediately, but stood there and stared at him for several minutes. .

After a few minutes, he still stood there, like a sculpture, motionless.

The long hair draped behind and on her chest was wet, and water droplets slid down from above, soaking her white shirt.

But she didn't realize it, she was still standing there, staring at the people in the room, as if she had been given a hold method.

Luo Fei and her looked at each other for a while, and finally realized: "Do you need me to blow your hair?"

"casual."

She was expressionless.

But still standing there and not leaving.

"Uh... let's go, blow your hair."

Luo Fei put down the book, walked to the door, and stood in front of her.

She finally turned around and walked towards her room.

Luo Fei twitched his mouth, followed behind her, and entered her room.

In the room, the hair dryer has been taken out of the drawer, and the plugs have been plugged in. It is on the table in front of the mirror, waiting for him.

Luo Jiajia sat down in front of the mirror, quietly, like a lady.

Luo Fei picked up the hair dryer and turned on the switch.

"Om..."

The old and noisy voice sounded, Luo Fei was blowing while rubbing her moist roots and scalp.

Neither of them spoke.

Only the hair dryer was making noise, filling the room.

The damp hair slowly dried out, began to dance with the hot wind, and began to slide and flow on Luo Fei's fingertips. It was cool, slippery, and very comfortable.

Luo Fei rubbed the top of his head, forehead, ears, and the back of his neck. His thick, jet-black hair quickly regained its vitality. It was as smooth as silk and satin, with a touch of elasticity and extra playfulness.

Although it was dried, Luo Fei took the opportunity to play for a while, and Fang reluctantly turned off the hair dryer.

"Need me to help you sort it out?"

Although there is no need to comb it, it is already very smooth, and it is about to go to bed soon, but Luo Fei still asked.

"casual."

Queen Luo's answer was always so short and cold.

Luo Fei thought of what she said "whatever" just before blowing her hair, hesitated for a moment, and still picked up the comb to help her carefully comb her long hair.

"Hair is really good, I obviously use the same shampoo..."

He paused suddenly.

There seems to be no shampoo in the bathroom.

He just took a shower and washed his hair, using a dollar of sulfur soap.

"What do you wash your hair with?"

He asked quickly.

Luo Jiajia was silent for a moment, and said: "Qingshui."

Luo Fei: "..."

Although a little sad and distressed, but more envy and jealous: "Can clean water be washed like this? Luo Jiajia, your hair is fine, right?"

Luo Jiajia ignored him, facing the mirror, sitting there straight, with deep eyes looking in the mirror, not knowing who or what he was looking at.

Luo Fei helped her comb her hair, put down the comb, and finally rubbed her head, and said, "Then you rest and I am leaving. When I come back tomorrow night, I will buy shampoo, you don't have to worry about it."

Speaking of buying shampoo, he suddenly thought of the money in his pocket, quickly took it out, and put the two thousand dollars on the table in front of her: "Last time I asked you for 1500 for school uniforms, I will pay you back. , I recently saw a part-time job, and I will check it out at noon tomorrow. If I can, I can go to work on Saturdays and weekends from now on. It only takes two hours at night. Guess how much money can I make?"

There was a little pride and little show off in his tone, like a kid who had done a good job and waited for his parents to praise him.

However, after seeing the expressionless and peerless face in the mirror, he paused for a while, and quickly said: "In fact, I can't earn much. It's far behind you. This family still depends on you. You are us. The pillar of the house."

But he forgot that the girl looked at the strong face, but still had a fragile heart.

Looking at the 2,000 yuan on the table, she was silent for a while, and Fang whispered: "I'm useless..."

The tone is low, as if a small animal that has lost its value and is despised, depressed, depressed, humble, and pitiful.

"What are you talking about?"

Luo Fei's heart was sour, he put his hand on her shoulder, looked at her in the mirror, and said with a serious face: "Luo Jiajia, I don't allow you to say that. In this home, you will always be the most useful. , The most indispensable. Without you, I would be nothing, and I wouldn’t even live now. At the beginning of a steamed bun, we persisted for three days, you only eat the outer skin, leaving the best to me, but you Still survived, you said to yourself, are you useful? You are more useful than anyone else!"

Luo Jiajia raised his head, looked at him in the mirror, and whispered: "The food I cook is unpalatable."

"fart!"

Luo Fei suddenly said angrily: "Who said that? Who dares to say that the food you cook is unpalatable, I will fight him hard! The food you cook is the best in the world, and no one can compare it. I will never eat enough!"

"you said."

"???"

"Your monitor, you cook better than me, so you won't come back for dinner."

Luo Fei: "..."

"Luo Jiajia, listen to me to explain..."

"You slept with your squad leader, and you start to hate me and don't want to blow my hair."

"...Luo Jiajia, listen to me explain..."

"You always go out these nights. Although I am in the room and you can’t see it, you still think I’m superfluous. I’m bothering you here. If I’m not here, you can bring your monitor back to sleep. ."

"Luo Jiajia! Can you stop thinking about it? I order you to stop talking!"

"Sure enough, you despise me. It turns out that you never dared to attack me, let alone order me... Luo Fei, I'd better go to the dormitory, here, leave it to you..."

"Luo Jiajia!"

Luo Fei's chest hurts, he drank, and then quickly softened his tone: "Luo Jiajia, I swear, I don't despise you, let alone feel that you are superfluous. Also, the squad leader and I have a clear... It doesn’t matter. It’s just the relationship between classmates and friends. I never slept with her. Don’t think about it. If you really go to the dormitory, then I will go to the dormitory, go to your dormitory, or live with you, I no sooner said than done."

Luo Jiajia sat in front of the mirror, lowered his head, and suddenly turned from a high above icy queen to a humble and inferior little maidservant. Even his tone was low and weak. This pitiful little appearance and tone, stabbed Luo Fei. Distressed.

"Luo Jiajia, don't be like this."

Luo Fei bent down, hugged her thin and weak shoulders, and stroked her soft hair. When she was about to continue coaxing her, she suddenly said: "Then tomorrow night, will you come back for dinner?"

"Come back! Of course! From now on, I will come back for dinner! If I don't go anywhere, I will eat with you!"

Luo Fei immediately made a categorical guarantee.

"Oh."

She uttered "Oh" with a faint voice, then stood up, turned around and looked at him, her eyes returned to indifference, her expressionless face returned to her, and her tone became hard: "Let's talk about it just now. You peeked at me."

Luo Fei: "..."

"see it?"

"No? Not really."

"Pink or green?"

"Light blue."

"Ah."

"..."