Lu Mingyuan knew that he was teased by Su Qiao, and his expression was as usual, not as angry or embarrassed. He put his hands in his pocket, leaning his back against the hotel wall, looked at her without saying a word, and then smiled.

He rarely laughs. Things are precious because they are rare. Occasionally, it makes people confused and confusing.

But he didn't say a word, he just stood there.

Lu Mingyuan had never pleased Su Qiao. He was unruly, independent, lacking obedience and tenderness, and Su Qiao still moved closer to him. She stepped on the carpet barefoot, pulled up his wrist, and put a black bracelet on him.

"What is this?" Lu Mingyuan asked.

"I'll give you a gift," Su Qiao looked up at him, "When I was shopping this afternoon, I went to the roadside shop. Don't you think it's special?"

Lu Mingyuan took the gift and put it back in Su Qiao's hand, not paying attention to the brand at all.

He said pickyly: "Gay is so angry in gay, and there are patterns. I don't wear such things."

Su Qiao was not angry at all, and chuckled softly: "Gay in gay? You have a lot of vocabulary."

Lu Mingyuan said honestly: "I learned from Lin Hao."

"Lin Hao didn't teach you well, he took you badly," Su Qiao took a step forward and said intimately, "I'll teach you a few new words."

The valuable bracelet fell to the ground and no one picked it up. In the closed bedroom, it seemed that the wind was blowing. The hem of the Sawo nightgown touched Lu Mingyuan's trouser legs. He couldn't help but look up and his eyes turned to the ceiling.

Su Qiao supported her palm on the wall, and when it collided, she made a "bang" sound.

Lu Mingyuan was 1.86 meters tall, and Su Qiao was nearly 1.7 meters tall. She didn't care about the height difference, and thought she had imprisoned him. She said proudly: "This is called wall dong."

Lu Mingyuan was away all year round, but his vocabulary was limited. He heard of "wall dong" for the first time. He was humble and asked: "Wall walls, winter in winter?"

"In winter, you have to add a lip-like character next to the winter," Su Qiao explained to him, "The onomatopoeia is mostly lip-like character next to the lip-like character next to the lip-like character next to the winter, don't you know?"

The lights were as bright as day, and her eyes were shining. After she mentioned the word "mouth", she deliberately pursed her lips, and her lips were pink and soft.

It is difficult to face her with a calm mind. Lu Mingyuan inhales and always feels uncomfortable.

Not long after, he grabbed Su Qiao's waist, tried his best to experience the soft elasticity - this behavior relieved his discomfort. He simply gave up on himself, squeezed him hard, rubbed him into his palm, and until Su Qiao shouted: "It hurts so much, what are you doing?"

Su Qiao originally thought Lu Mingyuan was going to sarcastically again, but Lu Mingyuan admitted: "It's me wrong."

He said generously: "Don't call me, I'll let you pinch it back."

Su Qiao calmed her expression, tiptoed, and blew into his ear: "Click it back through the clothes? Then I think I'm at a disadvantage." Perhaps she was careless. After saying this, she stood up unsteadily because of tiptoeing, and her lips touched his neck - it can even be understood as a feather-like light kiss.

Lu Mingyuan frowned slightly.

He felt that his hands had nowhere to rest.

Reason warned him to calm down, but his thinking was still messy.

Su Qiao grabbed the corner of his clothes, wrapped it around his hand, and pulled it up inch by inch.

She once went to a nightclub and watched the undressing performance. Under the colorful lights of light and darkness, the dancing people threw off their clothes one by one. The audience's voices gradually rose, and light smoke appeared on the scene. Her beautiful body attracted greedy eyes, and the sweat shed was like nectar.

At that time, Su Qiao had no expression on her face, pinching her watch and waiting for the show to end. Today, she changed her temper and lifted someone else's shirt with her own hands. She felt like there were fish in her heart, causing ripples wherever she went.

"Although you are casual, you always sleep in," Su Qiao commented, "You still have a good figure. How many abdominal muscles do you have?"

She actually bent down and counted one by one: "Are you six?"

She hooked his pants with her fingertips, and she was realistic and diligent in asking: "Mr. Lu, which one do you think I'm better to pinch?"

Lu Mingyuan did not refute and gave up: "If you want to do it, hurry up."

He urged, "It's almost done."

Su Qiao clenched his clothes, her heart felt hot and she wanted to laugh. She was very happy and cared about everything, and she let go of his shirt when she treated her artwork.

"I'm teasing you," Su Qiao said, "I can't bear to pinch you."

Lu Mingyuan ignored the "unwillingness to let go" and focused on the previous sentence: "Can you play with me?"

He whispered, "Where's fun?"

Su Qiao found a step for herself: "I'll squeeze the little goldfish. It's more fun than you."

——When talking about the little goldfish carved by stone, Lu Mingyuan suddenly remembered that he had something left in the original hotel. It was nothing more than a few carving knives and stored in the hotel safe.

He said, "I'm going out tomorrow, you don't have to follow me. To be safe, you should stay in the room. When these things are over, I'm going to go back to China."

Su Qiao looked at him in disbelief.

This was the first time Lu Mingyuan had clearly expressed his intention to return to China. Before that, he often drove her away.

Lu Mingyuan's father participated in the transnational smuggling of artworks and was careful and was not exposed so far. Lu Mingyuan asked Su Qiao to leave for her good. After all, in his opinion, Su Qiao was weak and lacked the ability to protect herself.

Staying away from right and wrong is the best plan.

Su Qiao avoided these questions and asked in an entangled manner: "Why did you suddenly want to return to China? Because it is not safe outside? You returned to China just after the London Art Exhibition was held. I guess Jiang Xiuqi would not agree."

Lu Mingyuan said: "It's useless for him to disagree. I can tell him that on the night of the exhibition, someone climbed over the wall and shot a bullet at my doorstep."

"Yes," Su Qiao echoed, "had you been found because you are famous?"

Her tone was puzzled.

It was as if she knew nothing about this and was not the commander of the tomb.

Lu Mingyuan noticed something was wrong.

What exactly is the problem? He didn't want to think about it and underestimated: "There is this possibility. The exhibition is in London's first district, and they may see it."

Su Qiao agreed to his statement.

The next afternoon, it was clear.

There are pedestrians on the street, and there are carriages in the distance - real carriages pulled by several horses, attracting a group of tourists during the upcoming peak tourist season.

Lu Mingyuan walked through the streets alone, and the carriage ran past the side, and the horse's hooves stepped on the stone road, making a "double" sound.

There were several tourists in the car, as if they were from Southeast Asia. One of the women looked back frequently and threw a rose to the side of the road. Lu Mingyuan suddenly stopped and the rose fell at his feet.

He was indifferent to the beauty of the flowers, turned his back and looked behind him.

It happened to be in contact with He Amber's sight.

He Anbo was wearing a T-shirt and jacket, and a backpack cross-body, like an idle tourist. His hair was a little messy, his beard was not shaved, and his eyebrows were extremely sharp. The moment he saw Lu Mingyuan, he smiled very friendly.

Lu Mingyuan only met him once.

The night they first came to Rome, they had a simple conversation in the hotel elevator.

He Anbo was acquainted with his own life and soon walked over. He picked up the rose on the ground and said, "Where is that girl throwing flowers at you just now?"

Lu Mingyuan said: "Now this flower belongs to you."

He Anbo shrugged and smiled: "How is your left hand? What happened that day was so sudden. You and your girlfriend were staying in Room 24, so why did there be a murderer..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Mingyuan interrupted: "It's all over, I'm not lucky."

He didn't know He Anbo's name. But he remembered that He Anbo had a companion - the girl in her twenties, who would cover the screen of her phone while typing.

Lu Mingyuan shifted the topic elsewhere: "Didn't your friend walk with you?"

He Anbo understood that Lu Mingyuan was talking about Chen Man.

"She, she caught a cold two days ago and stayed in the hotel to rest," He Anbo carried his backpack and said casually, "Are you going to the hotel? Although something happened that day, it was very scary..."

He smiled and explained: "We still haven't moved the room. Life is too dull. It's hard not to pay attention to something exciting."

This world is not monotonous. It is complemented by many people. Some people like comfort, while others like to find excitement. This is understandable. What Lu Mingyuan thinks is strange is why He Anbo knew that he was going to a hotel.

His questions were quickly revealed.

At the reception desk, the waiter returned the item to him and asked again: "Sir, how is your arm recovering?"

"It's okay," Lu Mingyuan said, "the wound is not deep, and the blessing in disgrace."

He didn't take the knife out of the hood. He pressed his fingers slightly, touched the shape, and stuffed the things into his backpack. Suddenly he remembered that he had cut off John's fingers that day when fighting indoors.

John is a terrorist with a criminal record, disguised himself as he intended to rob and kill people, and hurt innocent people - this is the view of the police.

The waiter also said: "It's fine if you're fine, are your friends okay?"

He used the word "friend" plural.

Lu Mingyuan closed the zipper of the backpack and paused.

He Anbo had already stepped into the elevator. When he entered the door, he and Lu Mingyuan had no words and could not tell the relationship between the two parties.

So, where did the waiter's greeting come from?

Suspicion and suspicion are like tides, overwhelming as they rush, flooding the place where they stand.

Lu Mingyuan leaned forward, looked at the waiter, hesitated for a few seconds, and dug out a pit: "My friends have three in total. A few days ago, they arrived at the hotel early..."

At this point, he deliberately paused.

The waiter echoed: "Yes, I was there that day too. Your three friends are here first."

Lu Mingyuan said again: "They did not book a room with me."

He brought a little complaining tone.

The waiter explained with a smile.
To be continued...