The man took a bag with clothes, twenty yuan, and a piece of paper with the bank card number. The words "An Chu Xia" are clearly written on it.

"This dress is not expensive. After the discount, it is two thousand and eight."

"Thank you." After the words, he put his clothes aside and started **** himself.

"Hey hey hey! What are you doing?!" An Chuxia stepped back and looked at the man in horror. Who knew that the man didn't even look at her. He took off his clothes and threw them on the ground at random, then took the clothes they put aside and put them on.

It's not too big, but the size is unexpectedly suitable. With the light blue clothes and white collar, the image of the man who lined it was immediately taller, completely different from the sloppy look just now. An Chuxia was dumbfounded for a while, thinking, if the blood on his face is washed off, he should be a super handsome guy, right?

As soon as this thought came out, An Chuxia wanted to bite her tongue and commit suicide. When did she become such a nympho?

"Thank you." The man glanced at her: "An Chuxia."

An Chuxia was stunned. Why did this man feel the urge to kneel at his feet when he called her name? Swallowing fiercely, she concealed her emotions and said, "That...the wound on your face, is it okay?"

Who knows that the man raised his eyes and said coldly: "It's not my blood."

The north wind blows...~~

"It's not that your blood is the best...then, there will be... [period]" before the word'period' was spoken, the other party turned and left. Leaving her alone, standing awkwardly.

What a bad temper! Shouldn't the words of thanks be gratefully bowed to her and then left? Why is it that she owes him money? ! Really unhappy!

Looking up, it was not too late, and she walked out of the park. But a note was found on the trash can at the entrance of the park. The note is familiar...

Isn't this the note with her bank card and name? I didn't even lose it! by! It turned out to be a liar! She is still dreaming about making a fortune!

But it doesn't matter...what two thousand and eight, obviously two hundred and eight. Together, they lost three hundred yuan. Although not much, it was enough to be heartbroken.

This matter has just come to an end.

In the early morning of the next day, she stretched out in comfort, turned around, touched a hard object, and then touched it up...soft, bunches of hairy...

"Stop touching my head." It was a man's voice! An Chuxia was shocked and his eyes widened. Han Qilu's smiling face came into her eyes.

An Chuxia breathed a sigh of relief, and yelled again in the next second...a certain man was kicked out of bed.

"What's your nerve!" Han Qilu rubbed his **** and stood up, his expression unhappy. His messy chestnut hair was messy, but he seemed extremely innocent.

"You deserve it!" An Chuxia sat up and looked at herself up and down. Fortunately, her pajamas and pajamas were still there: "Who made you suddenly appear in...Huh? Wait...Aren't you in America?"

Han Qilu sat back by the bed and glanced at An Chuxia like an idiot: "Can't I come back? Or say...you don't want me to come back."

"Of course I hope...Bah, baah!" She pretended to spit: "I mean, why did you come back so soon? Didn't you say you are going for a week?"