Xi Jin was speechless when she looked at her unprepared appearance, as if she wanted to seduce him.

"At least you should put on your clothes before coming out."

Xi Jin said angrily.

"Anyway, I've seen it all, what's the point of wearing it or not?"

"Maybe you are afraid that you can't control yourself?"

Qiuti deliberately approached Xi Jin and hugged him.

The smell of alcohol finally dissipated, replaced by the scent of shampoo in his bathroom, which finally became less pungent.

Although there are only two pieces of cloth between the two, Xi Jin's heart is completely unpleasant.

Maybe this is the so-called sage model

"Stop making trouble, go get dressed and have dinner."

Xi Jin pinched her face and said.

Qiuti also saw that Xi Jin felt a little weak and had no intention of continuing to make trouble.

Anyway, there is a lot of time in the future, so there is no need to clean him so quickly.

After hugging him and kissing him, he smiled and went to the room to dress.

Xi Jin looked at her back a little helplessly. After preparing the meal, he went to wash himself.

After getting up for so long, he hadn't even brushed his teeth.

After washing up, he walked to the hall.

Qiuti had already changed his clothes and sat opposite him, but the clothes were his own pajamas.

Although Qiu Ti is about 1.7 meters tall, he is quite tall among girls of this era.

But Xi Jin's height and body shape clothes are still quite loose for her, and she looks cute.

Xi Jin didn't think much about it, sat opposite Qiuti and started to eat.

Qiuti looked at the colored and fragrant food and had a lot of appetite, so he set up a piece of beef and started eating.

"Big Boss."

Qiuti suddenly shouted while eating.

"What's wrong?"

Xi Jin looked at her with some confusion.

"Can I move in?"

Qiuti put down the bowls and chopsticks and asked at Xi Jin.

Although they did not confirm their relationship, they were almost the same as their lovers. Qiuti naturally wanted to take over Xijin in his free time.

Xi Jin thought for a while and said, "No."

Although there is no problem with Qiuti moving in, he is an undercover agent after all, and may not have any effect on Qiuti's exposure of his identity, but he should try not to expose him as much as possible.

And he also needs a private space. After all, he has to do a lot of black things when he is in a bad mood, and he doesn't want Qiuti to know about this kind of thing.

After hearing Xi Jin's reply, Qiuti was a little disappointed, but she forced herself to smile and said, "Okay, big guy."

"Boss, the rice you cook today is so delicious."

Qiuti said with a breaking topic.

"If you have time on the weekend, I don't mind cooking you one more."

After Xi Jin finished speaking, he continued to eat.

After Qiuti heard this, his originally lost mood became happy again.

She also understood Xi Jin's words. Although she could not live together for a long time, she could stay here for two days on weekends.

Although she could not live together every day, she did not intend to monopolize Xijin. She was already very satisfied with being able to live two days a week, and they met every day and would not feel lonely or something.

"Then can I take my clothes the day after tomorrow?"

Qiuti looked at Xi Jin and smiled. Since she could stay for one or two days a week, she naturally needed to bring some clothes to change.

"Yes, that room is where you live."

"You can put anything you want."

Xi Jin pointed to the guest room next to his bedroom and said.

"Didn't I sleep with you?"

Qiuti looked at Xi Jin with a gaze and said.

Hearing this, Xi Jin felt a vague pain in a certain part of him again.

"You sleep in your own room."

"I don't agree that you won't let you stay on weekends."

Xi Jin said while having a meal, and refused without hesitation.

"All right."

Qiuti didn't say anything. Anyway, he was a lonely man and a widow, so even if he didn't agree, he couldn't escape.

Now of course, I will take out the pass to stay here on weekends first, and she will do anything at that time.

"Do you go home to change your clothes after eating?"

Xi Jin looked at her and asked.

"Yeah, I'm going back."

"This outfit has a lot of alcohol smell and will affect work."

Qiuti nodded and said, and she had to go back and put on another makeup, and now her makeup is almost gone.

"Do you want to give me some?"

Qiuti looked at Xi Jin and asked.

"Can."

"But go back to the dance hall and you'll go back by yourself. I'll go back to do something later."

Xi Jin clicked and agreed, anyway, it didn't waste much time for giving it to him, so he didn't mind sending Qiu a ride.

"Yeah, please trouble you."

Qiuti smiled and thanked.

After dinner, it was already half past four.

After they changed their clothes, Xi Jin drove Qiu back.

Qiu Ti lived in an old house on Soy Sauce Street.

This kind of house does not look like a public house, but an ordinary residential unit.

If Xiangcheng is not a public housing house, the rent for ordinary houses is quite expensive, about three times that of a public housing house. Many citizens pay half of their salary.

"After making so much money, don't you go to a better place to live?"

Xi Jin looked at Qiu and asked, "It's not a big problem for her to earn 20,000 or 30,000 a month now. In this era, she has a very high salary. If you want to rent a house like him, it's about 10,000 or 20,000 to rent a house like him."

Now she can afford to rent a house with a living room and a living room at a high-end apartment.

"No hurry, I want to save some money."

"Then buy a house in your building, big guy."

"It's better to be your neighbor and bother you every day."

Qiuti said with a smile that the price of this building of the boss may be more than one million. She had already saved more than one hundred and two hundred thousand, and she would have the down payment for one or two years.

When living next door, it will be no different from living together.

Hearing this, Xi Jin couldn't help but shivered, and his waist ached again.

Is this guy trying to force himself to deduct her commission?

After sending Qiuti, he didn't stop for too long and soon drove to the dance hall.

In order to prevent Prince Jian from bringing people to his place to smash the scene, he asked his younger brother to wait a little earlier and at the dance hall at around five o'clock.

After all, the prince Jian, a playboy, has a great chance of bringing people to revenge.

"Boss."

After seeing Xijin get off the car, the Greyhound, who was responsible for collecting parking fares, quickly lowered his head and said.

"What's wrong with the injury?"

Xi Jin glanced at the Greyhound and asked.
To be continued...