Dancing Youth: Evil and Rebellious Girl

Chapter 472 He really treats this place as his home

Does he make this his home?
Damn guy!
Ye Ziye originally wanted to kick the door to catch him out, but later, considering that his mother was downstairs, he endured it.

At this time, her cell phone rang, it was a message.

When I opened it, it turned out to be Nie Hong, who wrote: I found out who the person who framed you was, and I will have an interview at Tianyue Restaurant at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning.

Ye Ziye's eyes widened suddenly. Damn, this Nie Hong is too awesome, right?
What Baihutang didn't find out, let him find out.

She replies with a confirmed message.

Tomorrow, I will know who is behind the scenes who have dispatched super-strong experts to capture her time and time again.

She still couldn't figure out who was going to catch her.

The time has come for the mystery to be revealed.

The bathroom door behind him opened, and Zuo Zhe was naked on the upper body, and the lower body was simply tied with a bath towel. He swaggered in front of her without blushing or panting.

Ye Ziye stared at him dissatisfied, water droplets condensed on his solid and toned muscles, the dark and flat abdominal muscles shone with a sexy and seductive aura.

She stared at the towel on his long legs, blushing with anger: "You took my towel, how can I wipe myself?"

He really considers this his home.

Zuo Zhe put her on the table with his back on his back, put down his mobile phone and the short gun he carried with him.

Hearing this, she turned around and looked at her, put her hands on the seam of the towel, and smiled wickedly: "I'll take it off for you if you want it."

After saying that she was really untying the bath towel, Ye Ziye turned around in fright, wanted to scream but didn't dare to shout: "You, don't be a rascal."

A pretty face, red from the root of the hair to the bottom of the neck, even redder than when he was just drunk.

"Really don't want it?" Zuo Zhe laughed out of breath.

"Dirty, I don't want it." She rushed into the bathroom with her clothes in her arms.

Soon she rushed out angrily, her face was so red that it couldn't be redder, as attractive as a ripe tomato: "You, why did you just throw your clothes around?"

His brother sat on the chair calmly, flipping through the books on her desk, with a natural tone on his face: "That's the clothes to be washed, you can help me wash them off later."

What?Do his laundry?
"Don't you have hands yourself?"

She thought of the blue, little triangular men's pants in the bathroom.

The whole face was red and red, familiar and familiar, embarrassed and shy.

(End of this chapter)