lost lover

Chapter 17 Quality of life, bathing and lethargy

Some of it was the heat of the bath water, puffing up his cheeks, dyeing him with a rosy red light like sunset glow. The moment the soft hand touched his waist, it was so itchy that it made him feel sick. He couldn't help but the muscles in his waist tightened, and he tore away the hand that was acting carelessly around his waist.

He growled, "What do you want?"

"I just want to kindly remind Brother Hang to protect your waist. Even if you have a beautiful assistant, you can't use your feelings indiscriminately!"

Chu Qinglang smiled meaningfully, staring at his handsome face with bright eyes, as if trying to see a hole in him and guess his mind.

Meng Hang glanced at him coldly, "Don't think of me as a vulgar person like you."

He turned around, picked up the red wine, took a sip, and savored the mellow aroma of the red wine.

Chu Qinglang saw the bottle of red wine next to the bathtub, and asked in surprise, "Is it Shangri-La red wine made in China? Don't you like drinking foreign red wine very much, saying that is a tasteful life?"

Meng Hang closed his eyes, the mellow aroma of the wine lingered on the tip of his tongue, what a wonderful enjoyment, he said slowly, "Vulgar, you should refresh your brain and check out the long cultural heritage of Shangri-La..."

The corners of Chu Qinglang's lips twitched. When did he become vulgar? He obviously laughed at him before saying that drinking national wine is a vulgar taste, okay?

He knew Meng Hang's aloof and domineering characteristics, so he didn't continue to argue with him about it.

He changed the subject, "You said, Zhang Yihan performed well today, she learned behavior analysis unknowingly, and also helped you find powerful clues to solve the case?"

Meng Hang let out a light 'um'.

The smile on the corner of Chu Qinglang's mouth widened, and she put her hand on Meng Hang's shoulder.

"Brother Hang, I have found so many female assistants for you, all kinds of them, but you don't want any of them... Why is Zhang Yihan's beautiful woman so in line with your wishes? Or is it something on your mind?"

Meng Hang turned half of his face and stared at the hand on his shoulder.

Chu Qinglang withdrew her hand, knowing that Meng Hang was displeased, but he was not afraid of death and teased, "You shouldn't let the beauty Zhang Yihan go, let her give you a massage. Her little hands must be very soft and smooth, compared to mine. The big rough hands feel a lot more when you rub them..."

He roared, "Get out!"

If it wasn't for Chu Qinglang's quick dodging, Meng Hang would have picked up the wine bottle next to the bathtub and hit him in the face long ago.If he lost his appearance, how could he put on a handsome face to ask a beautiful woman to meet.

He rushed to the door of the bathroom as if oiling the soles of his feet, and poked his head out, "Brother Hang, I'm leaving...Let the beauty Zhang Yihan come over to accompany you, or...you are alone...how lonely, how lonely!"

"go out!"

The second roar sounded, and Chu Qinglang had long since disappeared without a trace.

Holding the red wine bottle, Meng Hang frowned. He is used to living alone, so there is no need to find a woman to accompany him.

What does Chu Qinglang know? He is just...a person with vulgar thoughts.

A strong light slanted into the bedroom brightly, itching and slightly glaring on her crystal clear jade face, making her turn over uncomfortably on the bed.Zhang Yihan heard a girl shouting.

"Sister Yihan, wake up...don't you have to go to work?" A piercing shout came from her ear.

"Go to work? What class do you go to? Today is the weekend...I want to sleep late..."

She grabbed the quilt, covered her head, and continued to catch up on sleep.

Shen Siyu picked up the mobile phone next to her pillow and brought it close to her ear, the phone rang rapidly, which startled Zhang Yihan.She pushed away Shen Siyu's hand holding the phone, "Don't make trouble with Siyu, let me have another beauty sleep."

"Sister Yihan, this is the tenth missed call, and the number is from the same person, don't you want to answer it? By the way, the address book notes that his name is... cold noodles, cold noodles... are you eating cold noodles?" ?”

Shen Siyu's question made Zhang Yi sit up suddenly, she snatched the mobile phone from her hand and connected the call.