Lu Zhiyu did not restrain his interest in Ban Shu at all.
With the arrival of Lu Zhiyu, the atmosphere in the love house became subtle.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
He spontaneously walked to Panshu's side.
The breath was filled with a faint heat, spraying ambiguously and dangerously on Banshu's ears.
Sheng Ye clamored and pushed Lu Zhiyu aside, saying loudly and defiantly, "What's wrong with you? Just talk if you want to. Why are you standing so close to her?"
Lu Zhiyu showed no change in his mood.
He just glanced at Sheng Ye indifferently.
Qi Zuinongyan's body was surrounded by an icy murderous aura.
His eyes and brows were in contrast to the gentleness.
"Sister, your sleeves are dirty."
Pan Shu lowered her eyes and realized that her sleeves had been accidentally splattered with a few drops of oil. Probably the dirt left behind when she accidentally fried the meatballs.
"I'll go back to my room and deal with it."
Qi Long nodded obediently.
Pan Shu returned to the room, changed her dirty clothes, soaked them in the sink, and then put on a clean shirt.
Just as I changed, there was a knock on the door.
The person outside the door seemed to be on time.
Because Panshu was changing clothes just now, she turned off all the cameras.
Pan Shu tidied her hair, opened the door, and was not surprised to see the man outside.
She was even a little curious.
Did Lu Zhiyu recognize her? He came looking for her because he must have doubted her identity.
The man stared at her quietly for several seconds.
He curled his lips.
"Won't you invite me in and sit down?"
Pan Shu raised her eyebrows and stepped aside to let him in: "Of course."
She poured him a glass of water.
Lu Zhiyu's hawk-like eyes glanced at Pan Shu's calm expression. He smiled slightly and said, "I know it's you. Don't be surprised. Perhaps I should also ask, Miss Pan Shu, do you still recognize me?"
Pan Shu did not deny it, but she did not admit it either, and she was very calm.
Perhaps Lu Zhiyu was trying to trick her. Pan Shu didn't take the bait easily.
Instead, Lu Zhiyu raised his eyebrows in surprise. He realized that he had never recognized her.
Even in the countless sleepless nights, he looked at her photos countless times and read her thin profiles over and over again, even though most of them were about her love history.
But he didn't mind at all, and it even became his only comfort.
The only way to understand her origin.
She seemed to have many lovers.
At first, Lu Zhiyu thought that He Jiali was her real boyfriend, so he restrained his thoughts. Later, he found out that He Jiali was just one of her many lovers.
Lu Zhiyu gradually became unwilling.
Also gave rise to the idea of plundering.
Why couldn't he be one of her lovers? He wasn't very ambitious, at least he thought so.
Lu Zhiyu attributed the mysterious deaths of Pei Jing and others, an unsolved mystery, to murders of passion.
They were killing each other for the beautiful girl in front of them.
Lu Zhiyu met her too late.
Otherwise he would have been involved in this brutal fratricide.
His thoughts gradually returned to rationality, and Lu Zhiyu slowly lowered his eyes, feeling a little troubled for the first time.
How can I make this delicate young lady who is full of secrets fall in love with me?
This is really a difficult problem.
But there was no rush. He still had plenty of time.
Lu Zhiyu was very tall. Standing in front of Pan Shu, even though he tried to restrain his innate arrogance and indifference, he still felt oppressed.
"No matter what your purpose is this time, I will help you. After all, Miss Ban, I have admired you for a long time." He said bluntly.
Panshu laughed.
"Mr. Lu's pursuit method is not pleasing."
She glanced at the heavy rain outside the window and said softly, "It seemed like it was raining like this that night too."
The night He Jiali died.
She had no regrets. She was just doing her job.
However, He Jiali was injured by mistake.
She had originally planned a bright future for him and protected him very tightly, just because she didn't want him to be involved in this vortex of revenge that was destined to be bloody.
But he still came.
He jumped into the abyss.
Pan Shu was still a little sad. After all, He Jiali was a well-behaved lover who was in line with her heart.
The sounds of Sheng Ye and Qi Zui bickering could be heard outside the door.
To be more precise, it was Sheng Ye who was unilaterally looking for trouble.
Lu Zhiyu looked back at Banshu, lowered his eyes and said nothing, turned around and left the room, closing the door behind him.
"Lu Zhiyu? Why are you upstairs?" Sheng Ye looked at him warily, "Did you secretly visit Shushu?"
Lu Zhiyu raised his eyelids indifferently: "What's it to you?"
“…”
When Banshu heard no movement outside the door, she opened the door and went out.
Sheng Ye talked a lot and frequently, and sometimes she couldn't keep up.
The door creaked and swung.
Panshu paused.
Ji Huai was seen hiding in the dim corner of the stairs. The lights were off, so his delicate facial features were not clear enough. Pan Shu could faintly smell some alcohol.
She instinctively sensed danger and couldn't help but take a step back.
When Ji Huai saw her, he tilted his head slightly, and his voice was hoarse and dull, but particularly pleasant to the ear.
"What are you hiding from?" He said lazily.
Ji Huai approached her in three or two steps, and in the blink of an eye he had forced Pan Shu into a cramped corner.
The strong and aggressive male hormones enveloped Banshu completely.
He gently placed his two fingertips on Banshu's pointed chin.
The head moved closer.
But Pan Shu dodged.
Ji Huai was stunned for a few seconds, suppressing the sour and stinging emotions. He pretended to be calm: "What's wrong? Don't you like me?"
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