Yan Zhixu was wearing a white bathrobe with a pair of slippers under her feet, revealing toes that were round and crystal clear as if they were carved from fine glass.

Nails are neatly trimmed and not painted in fancy colors, which naturally makes people unable to take their eyes off.

She opened the door of the room, and when she saw the person standing outside, her eyebrows raised in teasing.

Fu Shimo had already changed into a set of casual clothes, and he was carrying a bag in his skeletonized hand.

After letting the other person come in, she moved the chair in front of her and sat down, leaning back lazily, with Erlang's legs cocked.

"President Fu, early."

When Erlang's legs were raised, the bathrobe was slightly forked, exposing the smooth, white and tender thighs.

"Kid, here it is."

Fu Shimo's expression was natural, there was no desire in his eyes, and he handed her the bag in his hand.

"Thanks."

Not opening the bag but knowing what was inside, Yan Zhixu lifted the weight of the thing in his hand after taking it, and walked to the bathroom to close the door to change clothes.

Looking at the back of her leaving, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and lowered his head to look at the screen earnestly. Those netizens cursed unbearably.

His fingers rubbed the screen slightly, and the eyes under the lens were deep and dark. Even though the sunlight shining in from the window was bright and bright, it couldn't dispel the coldness around him.

After a while, Fu Shimo got up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and made a call, "Director Chen, the arson case is not a small matter, and I hope your police will take more effort to investigate."

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in the bathroom.

Yan Zhixu opened the bag, which contained a set of clothes that were complete from the inside out.

Pick up the clothes and put them on, the size of the cup | cups fit abnormally, and there is no uncomfortable feeling in wearing.

Put on white short sleeves and light purple high-waisted slacks, and step on a pair of sneakers for a comfortable and simple look.

Looking at the appearance in the glasses, he pushed open the door of the bathroom and walked outside.

"That would be troublesome."

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Fu Shimo greeted him politely, then hung up the phone.

He put the phone back in his pocket, and when he turned around, he stood face to face, and her appearance instantly came into his eyes, and his heart throbbed.

Yan Zhixu approached and sat down at the table, "Who do you call?"

"The hospital thing."

Fu Shimo's voice was cold and detached, like an immortal, but there was no coldness in his eyes, but a few traces of warmth surged up in his eyes.

"Oh, work." Yan Zhixu nodded and did not continue to ask about this matter.

Suddenly, she got up from the chair and walked in the direction where he was.

Fu Shimo stood on the spot without retreating, staring straight at her.

When he came to him, he stopped, and the distance between the two was very close.

Yan Zhixu raised the corners of his mouth, "President Fu bought very suitable clothes, and the selection is very good. The size is not big or small. He seems to be very experienced in this area."

Her standing posture is casual, her hair is casually draped behind her shoulders, and her face is bright and wild.

Fu Shimo lowered his head slightly and leaned into her ear, his voice low and magnetic.

"It's really experienced. When I was studying medicine, there were mannequins in the classroom. After more research, I naturally developed sharp eyes."

While speaking, the breath sprayed by the man fell on her small and delicate ears, and the warm feeling made her ears numb.

"Ding-dong-ding-dong-"

A rapid doorbell rang, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

Yan Zhixu's face converged and became calm as usual, and turned around and walked towards the door.

Fu Shimo, who stayed where he was, lowered his head, the corners of his mouth raised and an untraceable low smile overflowed from his throat.