Chapter 847: Innocent Landlord and Beautiful Tenant (8)

Bai Yao searched for Huang Yueguang’s mobile number and added her. After a while, her friend request was accepted. Without any unnecessary chatter, she sent him an address.

Huang Yueguang: [Let me say hello to my cousin. I’ll ask him to give you a better discount!]

Bai Yao replied: [Thank you.]

He glanced at the content in the chat group again. Seeing Lin Yingying’s charm that could charm men, women, young and old, reminded Bai Yao of an online novel that he had randomly opened when he took a bus to this city.

[Because her mother remarried, she changed her name and gained a brother who was not related to her by blood.

To Lin Yingying, Lin Chenan must be someone else's child. He studies well, looks good, and can succeed in everything he does. Being his sister is really too stressful!

Everyone only says that Lin Chenan is a good brother, but they don't know that he always enjoys bullying her behind her back!

When he gave her extra lessons, he said she was a little fool.

When he taught her to play ball, he said she was a dwarf.

When he rejected her suitors for her, he still said she was a little fool!

Lin Yingying's face was filled with tears. When will God send a sister-in-law to take this bad guy away!

Fortunately, there are many beautiful girls among her colleagues and friends. Lin Yingying decided to match Lin Chenan with other girls. She took the beauty booklet she compiled to Lin Chenan and asked him to pick one he likes.

The handsome boy pressed her into the corner and said with red eyes: "Yingying, don't do this to me."

"Don't hate me. From now on, I am willing to be your puppy."

"Lin Yingying, like me, I will give you my life."

Lin Yingying was shocked. She had picked so many candidates for sister-in-law, how could Lin Chenan say that he liked her! ?

The label under the copy is also very interesting, "Sister is the little sunshine in the world, warm and sweet x Brother is indifferent in the early stage, and turns into a big wolf dog in the later stage".

Look at the title of the book again-"After being kissed by the charming girl, she found out that her brother was plotting something bad."

The so-called "Millionaire" is naturally loved by men, women, young and old.

Bai Yao took a look and then left. Not long after, her browsing history was automatically cleared. She couldn't find it when she wanted to look at "Little Sweetheart" again.

She decided to buy a small electric appliance. When she looked at the time, it was almost one o'clock in the morning. She put down her phone, turned off the lights, closed her eyes and went to sleep.

Time passed by minute by minute. The person on the bed tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Lying flat on the bed, she opened her eyes and looked at the dark ceiling, sighing: "It would be nice if there was some light music to help me sleep."

Outside the window, a woman's beautiful humming came from upstairs. Even if Bai Yao didn't have enough artistic cells, she could hear that the beautiful voice showed that the humming skill was extremely superb, and she also had a strong hypnotic ability.

Bai Yao was indeed drowsy, "It would be better if the wind could be quieter..."

The sound of the night wind suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Before falling into deep sleep, Bai Yao muttered: "I heard that people who are blessed by the world will see a rose growing on the windowsill when they wake up."

In the room covered by the dense white net, a figure slowly fell down.

The tail of the long silver hair gently brushed the cheek of the sleeping person, as if giving her an intimate kiss.

The boy held up her long hair and pressed it tightly against his face. His red eyes sparkled with uncontrollable excitement. He then reached out and quietly picked up the black hair that she didn't even know had fallen from the quilt, and put it into his collection bag as if it were a treasure.

He hung over her like this, staring at her all night.

Bai Yao woke up in the early morning at the urging of the alarm clock, and got up from the bed sleepily. The first thing she noticed was a bright red color on the windowsill.

She quickly got out of bed, ran over in her slippers, opened the glass window, leaned forward, and saw clearly that it was indeed a rose.

A handful of heart-shaped soil appeared on the windowsill at some point. The stem of the rose was stuck in the soil, as if it had really grown from the windowsill. Regardless of whether roses can grow on windowsills, at least roses growing in the soil will definitely not pull out their thorns by themselves.

Bai Yao pulled out the rose still covered with raindrops, looked at the heart-shaped soil again, and grinned.

She put the flower in the vase, washed up, quickly dressed herself, and walked out of the room.

Bai Yao walked towards the elevator as usual, but halfway through, she stopped and quickly turned around.

A white corner of clothes disappeared into Room 406. Nothing could be seen in the dark room.

When Bai Yao turned around, he continued to walk forward and disappeared around the corner. A white figure shrank out of the room. He stood against the wall, barefoot on the carpet, and trotted to the corner, revealing half of his head.

"Hi." The girl squatted on the ground behind the corner and waved at him with a smile. "Good morning."

The boy was startled, his red eyes widened, his hair exploded, and he was like a wild animal. He landed on his hands and feet and quickly turned around to crawl to a place where he could hide. Bai Yao was quick-eyed and quick-handed

. He threw himself forward and grabbed his clothes.

The boy was dressed simply, just a loose robe, and Bai Yao grabbed him unexpectedly, opening his collar, exposing his white chest to the air, and loosening his belt, revealing his charm.

She jumped too suddenly, and the boy was caught off guard, falling on the carpet, his long hair scattered like moonlight, half of his body exposed outside the white robe, his long legs were pure white, but his red eyes were at a loss to the extreme, with innocence and debauchery coexisting, looking at the female tyrant hanging above, like a young wife waiting to be bullied.

Bai Yao couldn't explain how she got into this weird position, but she didn't want to correct it now. She knelt on him, leaned forward, and put her hands on the carpet, pressing down his beautiful long silver hair.

She moved closer to his face and stared at his beautiful eyes with interest. She felt that they were like flames and gems, even more beautiful than the red roses that "grew" on the windowsill this morning.

She frowned and asked softly: "Why are you running?"

The boy's body was very tense. He raised his hands to cover his face with his wide sleeves, but this only made the collar slide down his shoulders, revealing a large area of ​​arm skin. At the edge of the lapel, at the white dividing line, small things like red fruits were faintly visible on the pale skin.

His eyes were too flustered, and gradually moistened, but Bai Yao hung on him with her hands and feet, blocking all possible ways for him to escape.

The burning feeling in his body came again, and the boy could not distinguish, but felt that she was too scary and too powerful, and that a single look could easily burn him to death.

After a long time, he could not stand this torture, and the corners of his lips moved slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I am afraid of pain, don't kill me..."

Bai Yao touched one of his hands, and it felt cold. She didn't need to use much force to open his tightly clenched fist. There were still scars on his fingers from the rose thorns.

He didn't know what she was going to do, and he just guessed wildly, was she going to tear off his arms, or chop off his legs, or even pull off his head?

The boy's red eyes were filled with ripples, and the beautiful headdress in his hair and the sparkling ruby ​​earrings on his earlobes seemed to be crying along with his eyes.

It's terrible.

Bai Yao was sure that she was getting carried away.

Her fingers inserted into the gaps between the boy's fingers, forming a look of interlocking her fingers with his. The moment she leaned down, the ends of her black hair intertwined with his silver hair.

The light in the pure white boy's eyes stagnated, and after a moment, the raindrops on his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and perhaps out of instinctive greed, his lips, which were dyed red by her temperature, slightly opened.

He obediently let her hold his face, and welcomed her warm tongue. His tense body and bad breath were all messed up by her.

Zhou Zhengcai just came out of the elevator and saw the scene of the young man and woman making love on the carpet. He was stunned.

Invisible threads were wrapping the entire floor bit by bit, and the complex crisscrossing threads that could cut through everything in the world were quickly rushing towards the elevator door.

Zhou Zheng quickly retreated and desperately pressed the elevator door, and finally closed it.

He held the elevator door with one hand, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he couldn't help but swear, "Fuck, I really saw a ghost!"

The man in black next to him was holding a paper doll and glanced at Zhou Zheng lightly. He reminded him with a weak breath: "Aren't we ghosts?"