Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Do you have pierced ears? Quite a lot, a few...

You're welcome.

Qiao Zhuo snorted lightly, circled the key ring with his index finger twice, and walked away.

"Brother Tan, did the negotiation fail? Uncle Qiang..." Xiao Lu asked quietly.

"Give me my car keys." Tan Du replied.

"Everyone has left! Do you still want to chase them?" As he was speaking, a horn was heard outside. Qiao Zhuoyi's motorcycle was parked in front of his boss's off-road vehicle, and Xiao Lu hurriedly did as he was told.

"I thought Boss Qiao would mind." Tan Du walked over and said with a smile.

So much nonsense.

Qiao Zhuo stepped on the accelerator one by one, not caring whether he could keep up or not, and did not slow down the whole time. He only stopped when passing by the Qiaotou Restaurant and ordered two chicken legs.

After entering the villa, Qiao Zhuoyi comforted the blanket that had jumped onto him, and while it was lying down, he quickly pulled the chain beside it and tied it up.

Blanket whimpered loudly.

Qiao Zhuoyi squatted down and said, "Someone is coming. Don't be scared."

After a pause, he pinched a small gap between his thumb and index finger: "He's not a good person, you can scare him."

“Woof——”

Drive off-road into the yard.

“Woof woof——”

"Blanket," Qiao Zhuoyi whispered, "It's OK."

The dog bared its teeth and stared warily at the person who got out of the driver's seat.

Qiao Zhuo turned around and walked into the house, turned on the air conditioner, took out a towel, wrapped some ice cubes and applied it to his chin. The pain eased and he tried to open his mouth. Great, the restriction was lifted.

I waited for a while, but no one came in.

When I walked to the door, I found that the man was squatting in front of the blanket, touching the dog's head again and again. His sleeves were lifted up by his shoulder peaks, and the red rope on his wrist was shaking gently. The afterglow cast an outline of his profile, and the sharp lines were disrupted by the glasses on his nose, creating a soft illusion.

Blanket squinted comfortably and stuck out his tongue.

Didn't hide? Traitor!

Dongdong——

He knocked on the door several times.

Tan Du looked up when he heard the voice, withdrew his hand, touched the corner of his eye inconspicuously before walking towards him.

Maybe it was because he had been squatting for too long and his throat was not open, but Tan Du's voice was a little hoarse: "Blanket is very well behaved."

Qiao Zhuo looked at him in surprise.

"I heard you scream." Tan Du smiled.

Qiao Zhuo threw him a bottle of mineral water and said, "Help yourself. I'll go upstairs to find the key."

"good."

The small villa has three floors in total. The windows are bright and clean, with no signs of anyone else living there. It is probably cleaned regularly.

There is a living room and a kitchen on the first floor. There are only two pots placed symbolically in the kitchen. The owner of the house probably does not enter the kitchen. The glass door has not been exposed to oil smoke and there is no stain visible to the naked eye.

The overall decoration is old-fashioned, and only one corner of the living room seems to be in Qiao Zhuoyi's style. There are some toys and ornaments scattered on the floor, with obvious teeth marks, which seems to be the dog's exclusive use.

There was a small round coffee table by the window three meters in front of the TV, on which were placed several tattoo-related magazines and books. The line drawings that were not pressed down were blown by the wind and floated onto the headrest of the sofa next to it.

There is a long pillow next to the headrest and a floor lamp in the corner. I guess someone often lies there. When inspiration comes, he or she will sit up and draw on the coffee table. If he or she is not satisfied, he or she will crumple the paper and throw it away casually.

Sure enough, there was a ball of paper lying quietly next to the photo frame on the TV cabinet. The photo was a picture of Qiao Zhuoyi and a puppy.

Blanket's eyes were wet, and he nestled in his owner's arms, only as big as his forearm.

Like a cat.

Snap——

The lights turned on brightly, and a figure was reflected in the glass of the photo frame. The face overlapped with the person in the photo. Tan Du closed his eyes and turned to look over.

"It's been a while since I used it, so it's a bit hard to find. When did the boss get so polite? He didn't even bother to turn on the lights when it was dark."

As Qiao Zhuo stepped down the last step, he changed his clothes. The loose T-shirt covered his body, making him look empty. His slender calves took steps, and the fabric stuck and loosened, and the wind carried the rhythm of leisure.

He probably took a shower as well. Tan Du smelled the refreshing scent of shower gel, which lingered around him as he approached. It then suddenly disappeared as he turned around.

Qiao Zhuo sat down on the sofa, threw the keys over, and grabbed the remote control: "Boss Tan, no need to send me off."

Tan Du lowered his head and put the key in his trouser pocket. The TV screen lit up. Qiao Zhuoyi suddenly leaned forward, propped his elbows on his thighs, squinted his eyes, and asked with interest: "You... have pierced ears?"

"Hmm?" Tan Du raised his hand and ran his fingertips from earlobe to earlobe. "There are quite a few. Count them?"

Before he could refuse, Tan Du had already squatted sideways in front of him. This man usually looked like a good student in the class, but when he counted carefully, he found that he had thirteen ear piercings.

Qiao Zhuo was particularly afraid of pain in his ears and would rather get a dozen tattoos elsewhere than get a pierced ear. Tan Du only wore an earring at the top, so it was no wonder that it was not noticeable on weekdays.

The earring was half blocked, and he asked, "What are you wearing?"

Tan Du didn't reply, but lifted his hair and moved closer.

Qiao Zhuoyi: "Snake?"

The little snake is black all over, but as thick as a needle. Only its tongue is a little red, like a red mole.

"Hmm." The warm breath felt a little itchy, and Tan Du turned his face away slightly.

This angle was just right for seeing his eyes without being blocked by the lenses. Qiao Zhuo leaned back on the sofa and raised his chin: "What's wrong with your eyes?"