Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"You are setting up a stall here, do people often pick you up?"

Zhou Xufang took his mobile phone on the small table, "Which mobile phone film do you want to put on?"

"The most expensive." The expensive one should be able to earn a little more.

Zhou Xufang found a toughened film from the bag behind her, and unpacked it: "No one accosted." She focused on her own affairs, "Many people are afraid of me."

She lowered her head, his gaze became more presumptuous, and he pestered her to watch: "Why are you afraid of you?"

She made an understatement: "Say I look like a ghost."

Today, she wore black again, wearing a fisherman hat, and her head to toe wrapped tightly, showing only a small part of her white face, her face is always expressionless, her lips pressed, she looked deserted and weird. .

Jiang Zhi glanced at her, and didn't know who he was dissatisfied with. In short, he was very dissatisfied with her eyes a little bit wary: "Who said you look like a ghost?"

How can there be such a beautiful ghost.

Zhou Xufang raised his head and shone the small lamp on his face: "Am I not like a ghost?"

Under the black fisherman's hat, the palm-sized face was whitened by the flashlight.

Well, he can see it clearly. There is a very light mole on the end of her eyebrows, hidden in random messy hair. It is small and beautiful. Her eyelashes are very long and densely packed, and they lift up like a soft fan. very nice.

He watched for a long time, Zhou Xufang felt uncomfortable and lowered his head again.

It was dark already, and the light of the small desk lamp was faint. Because of the angle, it fell on her face bright and dark. Jiang Zhi squatted, tilted his head slightly, and looked at her under the light: "Aren't you strong? Who said You just beat it."

Zhou Xufang put his eyelids down and put on the film earnestly: "If it breaks, I will lose money."

"You love money?"

"Yeah." She wiped the screen of the phone with a small clean cloth, "It's pasted, sixty dollars."

The most expensive one is only sixty yuan.

Jiang Zhi took out a one-hundred dollar from the wallet and put it on her hand. He wanted to touch her hand, but he held back: "No need to look for it."

Zhou Xufang collected the money, thanked him solemnly, and then took it to the bag and digged in.

Jiang Zhi was dissatisfied, and pulled her fisherman's hat a bit, and then let it go: "I have said it, no need to look for it."

She wore a crooked hat and looked a little dazed. For a while, she took out a can of milk from her bag, and pushed it to Jiang Zhi together with the filmed mobile phone: "I give it to you."

so cute.

I want to touch her face.

Jiang Zhi stretched out her hand again, and before touching her, she hid back, blinking her eyelashes.

He didn't take his hand back: "The hat is crooked, don't move."

She really didn't move.

So good.

I want to touch her face even more.

His fingertips shook slightly, and he would wipe her face and straighten her crooked fisherman's hat. The back of his hand touched her hair. He felt itchy and retracted unnaturally. Don't start, his ears were red: " I, I'm leaving."

Zhou Xufang raised his face under his hat, "Goodbye."

She still had that expression on her face.

Jiang Zhi's face was hot and his chest was a little blocked, he squeezed the milk jug hard, turned and left.

"Jianzhi."

He immediately turned around.

Her face was caged by the light of a small table lamp, and her outline softened: "Don't go out tonight."

The eyebrows that were still twitching in the last second were smoothed, and he screamed ‘um’ in no light or seriousness, and ran out without closing his eyebrows.

When a new customer came to stick the film, Zhou Xufang said goodbye again, and he didn't care about Jiangzhi anymore.

Jiang Zhi who was hanging in the middle of the road: "..."

Turned away!

He tasted this for the first time, and his heart seemed to be resting on a roller coaster, going up and down for a while, and couldn't stop for a moment.

After Zhou Xufang posted a piece of film, Jiang Zhi was already far away. She curled her eyebrows and sat for a while, took out her mobile phone, and sent an email to Shuangjiang.

Frost usually uses more mailboxes.

After a while, the unfamiliar number was called, Zhou Xufang connected, and inside was a mechanical synthetic sound: "Fang, what are you going to do?"

She looked at the intersection ahead, and could no longer see Jiang Zhi's car: "I don't worry."

"Don't worry about Jiang Zhi?"

"Well, if the client makes two-handed preparations, if I don't rob him, others will rob him."

Shuangjiang always let her come: "How can I help you?"

Zhou Xufang turned off the small lamp and closed the stall: "There are many surveillance cameras near where Jiang Zhi lives. I can't get in."

"Give me twenty minutes."

It takes more than forty minutes to drive from Bayi Bridge to the Qingshan Mansion where Jiang Zhi lives. When Jiang Zhi arrived home, at nearly eight o'clock, he opened the door, and just about to press the light, he dragged him in with one hand.

clatter--

The door was slammed.

Almost at the same time, he was pressed against the wall, with a woman's deliberately pressed voice in his ear: "Don't move."

He didn't move, his eyelids didn't move, his expression was calm, his tone was still dragging lazily, without any panic: "It's you again."

It's her again, a professional errand runner.

She didn't say a word, with one hand shackled on his waist and one hand against his shoulder. There was no light in the room, and the outline of the moonlight outside the window was blurred.

He could only vaguely see the faint blue light reflected from her lenses.

"Who let you rob me this time?"

She deliberately lowered her tone and said, "I won't rob you, don't move, don't make a noise, I will leave at dawn."

Too close, he smelled again, the milky smell on her.

Click.

The door rang suddenly, and then, it was Ah Wan's voice: "Boss, your script fell into my car—"

The light outside the crack of the door leaked in, just in time, into the gaze behind Zhou Xufang's lens.

Ah Wan’s voice stopped abruptly, and he was stunned for a few seconds before he kicked the door open: "You are the thief again!"

"..."

The corners of his mouth twitched faintly behind the mask.

Zhou Xufang solemnly corrected: "I am not a thief."

Ah Wan took a step back, put on a defensive hand, and shouted: "Anyone, let go of my boss!"

She is not a thief!

She became a little angry and reminded indifferently: "Behind you."

A Wan didn't listen or listen, stared at the ‘sexual thief’ fiercely, and shouted fiercely: "Stop talking nonsense, let go of my boss!"

Zhou Xufang, wearing a mask, hat and glasses, said the next two words leisurely: "Someone."

The light was suddenly turned on.

Ah Wan turned his head and knocked on his head. He flashed, and the stick hit his shoulder at the wrong beginning. At this time, seven or eight tall men rushed in, all holding the stick in their hands, fighting with Ah Wan. Together.

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Jiang Zhi: When can I touch Ah Fang's face?

President Gu: For something that is not promising, touch some face and go to sleep!