There are still flower baskets sent by others piled up at the door of the Lu family. The workers cleaning them are carrying them out. Many petals are falling on the ground. It seems that the removal work has been going on for a long time.
Luo Xi stood on a flower carpet and looked out. He saw Yang Zhi, the housekeeper of the Lu family, directing the workers to work. He seemed to feel someone standing outside, so he turned his eyes alertly.
"lady?!"
Yang Zhi walked over quickly and asked in surprise: "Madam, why are you here?"
Until now, the servants of the Lu family still call her madam, and the former servants of the Luo family still call her miss. But she is the only one who knows that Luo Xi is no longer a young lady, she is just an ordinary university teacher.
She is just an ordinary woman who supplements her living by drawing comics.
"Is he... here?"
She opened her lips but did not call out the name in the end. Not only was she a human being, but the name also became unfamiliar and unspeakable.
It's really sad. After all, they are husband and wife, but they have become strangers in four years.
"Sir has just come back. He is in the study room upstairs. I'll go first..."
"I'll go up by myself, please, Butler Yang."
Yang Zhi hesitated to speak, but finally walked in front to guide her.
Although he knew that the relationship between the husband and the wife had always been bad, and the wife did not live here usually, the husband had not given an order not to let the wife go home, so as a servant, he would not do anything unnecessary.
Luo Xi came to the study room on the second floor and vaguely heard the sound of a phone call coming from inside. It was not a secret call, so the door was not closed tightly.
As soon as her footsteps stopped at the door, she heard a clear voice, "Who?"
As expected of a scout, his hearing and vision are equally sensitive.
I didn't intend to eavesdrop on anything, so I opened the door openly.
The warm sunshine in the afternoon envelopes the large study room, and the ancient decoration style highlights a perfect style.
He stood in front of the window, still holding the phone in his hand, and looked over from a distance through the mottled light and shadow. His narrow eyes were as deep as a pool of water, as calm as ancient ink, and his expression was still indifferent and cold, like clouds and fog.
It seemed like she had never seen him clearly, never.
"Hang up first."
After a few short words, he put down the phone, put one hand casually into his pocket, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "We are a rare visitor."
"Do you have time?" Shoes stepped on the carpet silently.
As she slowly approached, he raised his wrist to look at his watch, "Two minutes."
Suddenly, she hooked her arms around his neck and pressed her soft body against him. The sweet fragrance that hit his face made him stunned. Then, her soft lips with a bit of air-conditioning touched his.
She didn't have any superb skills, she even clumsily tried to pry open his teeth. His lack of cooperation made it impossible for her to break in. She almost made an anxious and impatient cry, which was numb to the bones.
His expression was still calm, but his body under the clothes was tight and stiff.
She was determined to conquer his city wall further, and his defense seemed to relax for a moment.