Fu Lingzhi waited for a while and turned his head, "I'll give you two choices. One is to wash it yourself, the other is I will pull off your skirt and beat it up and then you can wash it yourself."

Otoya was so choked that he couldn't even pronounce a single sound. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare, so he had to suppress it with a colorful face, paused, and finally took his clothes and went to the bedroom.

Fu Lingzhi looked at her back, raised his eyebrows, and seemed to let out a long breath. Then he sat on the short sofa, raised his feet and pressed it down. His cheeks were exposed, his teeth were clenched tightly, and he was hit by the old man's whip.

The place where she had been slapped felt like a heart-wrenching pain, and he had to endure it just now before he could squat down in front of her.

Fu Lingzhi had already fallen asleep on the sofa when Yinmi cleaned up and came out. His thick eyebrows were frowned tightly, his face was twisted with depression, the circles under his eyes were heavy, his face was haggard and lazy, and he overall looked listless.

Lack of energy, like the kind of person who has been wandering for a long time without finding a home, contemptuous and pathetic.

She knelt down in front of him and caressed him quietly with her eyes. The light was so dim that she could see the occasional flash of white in his hair. Suddenly she thought, she should hate everything she deserves before he gets old.

She didn't know that she looked nostalgic and restrained at the moment.

Sighing, Otoya stood up and went to the bedroom to get a blanket to cover him, then wiped his hair, washed clothes, and cooked.

It was already four hours after Fu Lingzhi woke up. The room was very dark, the curtains were not opened, and the lights were not turned on. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked around, and finally found the girl curled up in the chaise longue in the corner.

She looks like a cat, with a book lying in her arms, sleeping peacefully and peacefully, with her hair spread out in wavy curvature, looking beautiful and concrete.

He stood up, and the blanket he was wearing fell to the ground. He picked it up and covered her with his body temperature. She rubbed her face slightly on the back of his hand without opening her eyes.

He looked around. The house was not big, with two rooms and two living rooms, a small layout, and the furniture was small and exquisite. She was not luxurious but liked fine things. For example, the dining table was designed in a European style, and the wooden bowl.

The carvings are very beautiful. The place where she is is always warm, and that kind of warmth comes from the heart.

Fu Lingzhi walked to the dining table and sat down, picked up her chopsticks and started eating the dishes she had prepared. She hadn't had a serious meal in several days.

It had been a long time since I had eaten the food she cooked. When he suddenly tasted it, the missing taste almost made the mist in his eyes thicker. It was a very simple dish and a soup. She probably thought there were reporters downstairs, so she didn't eat it.

Dare to go out and buy it.

Fu Lingzhi looked at her and continued eating until he finished all the dishes. She woke up when he stood up to clear the table.

Fu Lingzhi glanced at him sleepily and said nothing. Fu Lingzhi was very calm when he arrived, but it was a little inconvenient to walk. The minor injuries had not yet scabbed, and the serious injuries were at least four to five centimeters deep under the skin.

Between movement and silence, the skin cracked, and blood droplets emerged from the blood vessels. Fortunately, the clothes were thick, so they couldn't be seen.

Otoya didn't know what happened to him before. She came over and grabbed the things in his hands, glanced at him, and moved her hands smartly a few times. The table was immediately clean. She walked into the kitchen and came out a few minutes later. Fu

Ling Zhi was sitting on the sofa. When he knew she came out, he said, "Can you go?"

"Where to go?" Otoya asked warily.

"Follow me, you can't live here." He stood up, blocking almost all the light. Probably because of his slender shape, he blocked all the light, making him always look like a dark person.

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry about it." Yinmi was anxious to clear up the relationship. Wen Muliang had basically nothing to do with her. Now she just wanted to wait for the final result quietly. If everything goes as planned,

She just needs to show up at the end.

"Why are you talking so much! Just leave if you are told." He walked to the door and put on those funny slippers, which are only for hospitals.

Yinmi suddenly remembered that Wen Muliang had said that there would be a place where he would be useful in the future. Although he was not sure what he meant, it seemed that there was no need to cut off his escape route so decisively. After all, he would stay in Fu Lingzhi.

While holding him steady, Ni was angry

Tearing eyes can be regarded as an extremely relieving thing. Anyway, she has to hide from the limelight during this period and can't go anywhere. Living here, she has to go out to fill her stomach, just in case she encounters Fu Lingzhi and Wen Muliang's support group

What should I do if I encounter the paparazzi?

After thinking about it, Yinmi was embarrassed to go back on his word, but he didn't say anything. Fu Lingzhi put on his shoes and left without opening the door. He kept waiting for her.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to pack some clothes."

"No need, I haven't touched your clothes in the villa, they have always been there." Fu Lingzhi stood in the dark, unable to see clearly, and said this naturally.

Otoya reacted very fiercely. She didn't want to go back there. She could go anywhere, but she just didn't want to go there. "Don't you have any other place to live?"

Fu Lingzhi immediately saw through her thoughts, concealed his embarrassment and lowered his head and said, "Yes."

The two of them went to a riverside villa, which was not big. There was a small swimming pool in front of it, and it was surrounded by mountains at the back. It was a typical fusion of Chinese and Western style. Otomi walked in. The lines were cold and hard, the style was elegant, the main color was gray, and she was white and clean. Fu Lingzhi

In his usual style, he seemed to live alone, and there were echoes wherever he walked.

Fu Lingzhi ignored her when he entered the house and left her alone in the living room. He went into the study alone and didn't come out all afternoon. Otomi was bored and fell asleep while sitting on the sofa watching TV. Finally he arrived.

I was woken up by the hourly aunt who hired me to cook at night.

At 7:30 in the evening, Fu Lingzhi hadn't come out yet. He didn't know what he was busy with in the study. Otomi was going to ask him to come out for dinner, but his aunt stopped him.

"Don't disturb Mr. Fu when he is busy, otherwise he will be unhappy. When he is done, he will go out to eat. I have left a portion for him."

Otomi nodded, sat down and finished eating, helped clean up, and began to think about where she would sleep at night. She went upstairs to see a master bedroom with all white quilts. It looked like where Fu Lingzhi slept.

There were two guest rooms, but there was only one room in each room with no tiles. She couldn't freeze to death. From the looks of it, she had to wait for him to come out and make arrangements.
Chapter completed!