Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 22 She's Flirting and Irresponsible 22
Lingyan looked at He Lu again, looked at his serious appearance, and patiently reminded: "You haven't seen him before."

He Lu cast her a glance, and lazily said: "I can read faces."

These words made Lingyan feel speechless, she felt "emmm" in her heart, and didn't answer any more.

Three miles away, we will come soon.

The elevator door opened, and Ling Yan stood at the innermost side, with her arms around her shoulders, as if she didn't want to care about anyone.

He Lu chuckled and pressed the elevator button.

Standing next to Lingyan: "Do you still hate me for complaining about you?"

Ayano: "No."

"You brought me heat, and to be honest, I have to thank you."

He Lu paused, his eyelids twitched, his skillful tongue suddenly stopped, he didn't know what to answer.

Suddenly began to regret posting a video of complaining about her.

The elevator quickly reached the seventh floor and opened with a ding.

Ling Yan lifted her footsteps and walked to the door, glanced at the corner of the doormat, took out the key from her pocket, and opened the door.

Suddenly, he turned his head to He Lu and said, "Come in for a cup of tea?"

He Lu gave her a strange look, and pressed his upturned lips.

"You do have a conscience."

"But, it's too late today..."

Lingyan didn't listen to him continue talking nonsense, went in and closed the door with a bang.

The smile on He Lu's face gradually froze.

……

Lingyan unzipped the zipper of the tracksuit from top to bottom, and she wore a white tight-fitting short-sleeve underneath, and she casually threw the jacket on the sofa.

Turn on the lights.

Lingyan looked at the three water cups on the coffee table, then glanced at the pillows on the sofa, and finally saw the remote control under the TV.

She pressed the tip of her tongue against her back molars and clicked her tongue.

He seemed to nod his head twice in thought, and the shoes made a rattling sound when they stepped on the floor.

The slender fingers pressed the switch.

There was a crackling sound in the room, and it was pitch black.

After a few seconds, Yayan turned on the light, walked to the TV, opened the drawer and took out a screwdriver, unscrewed a piece under the TV, and took out a small camera from it.

She stared, and smiled.

It was a bad and cold smile.

"What? Don't you dare to show up?"

"Don't you want to meet me?"

"Well... think about it, it's a happy thing."

Lingyan smiled back in disdain, walked to the balcony, looked at the potted flower, groped a bit, and found a miniature camera.

She tilted her head, turned and went into the bathroom.

According to the operation just now, three tiny cameras were found inside.

Lingyan looked at the five miniature cameras in her palm, pulled her lower lip, threw it into the toilet, and flushed it with water.

*
midnight.

The wind was strong, flapping against the windows.

The room was very quiet, Ling Yan was lying on the big bed, sleeping sideways.

suddenly.

Lingyan opened her eyes, and heard rustling sounds outside the door.

She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked lightly to the door.

Seeing the doorknob turning, her dark eyes flickered slightly, and a sneer curled up on the corner of her lips.

With a click, the lock was opened.

The smile on Lingyan's face was even worse, and she took two steps back very lightly.

The door was opened about five centimeters wide, and the dim yellow light outside refracted in, casting a wide shadow on the ground.

The door creaked open again.

The door was held by a man's hand, wearing black gloves.

The man stretched out most of his body, wearing a peaked cap, pressed down very low, and wearing a black mask on his face.

The lights are too dim.

Dimly only the outline can be seen.

It was about 1.8 meters above, with his back bent, suddenly, he seemed to realize something, raised his head stiffly, and saw Lingyan standing expressionlessly.

(End of this chapter)