Chapter 8: Two faces inside and outside the bed

Fu Shijin clutched the sleeves of his down jacket and wondered angrily why it was he who saw it.

Why is he standing at the door? It's winter. Isn't it uncomfortable to go in without being warm?

Is there something wrong with standing outside in the cold wind?

Fu Shijin took a deep breath and quickly calmed down with Ah Q. He saw it when he saw it. She had nothing to do with him. At most, she was just a person who slept with him one night, and that was all.

It didn't seem to matter how he looked at her or how embarrassed she was in front of him.

Anyway, she didn't want to have any good impression of him.

It is impossible for Lu Jindong to have a good impression of her.

After thinking about this, Fu Shijin didn't care much anymore. Her mood returned to normal, and she loosened the sleeves of her down jacket and stuffed them into her pockets.

She picked up her steps again and walked towards the door.

When passing Lu Jindong, he suddenly said: "You are so poor that you can't even pay for the car?"

Fu Shijin: "..."

If you don't speak, no one will treat you as mute!

Fu Shijin turned around and said with a smile: "Mr. Lu, are you talking to me?"

Lu Jindong dusted off his cigarette and snorted, "You won't recognize anyone after getting out of bed."

"..."

Who is it that doesn’t recognize people when they lift up their pants?

Still beating her up.

Lu Jindong took a drag on his cigarette and asked, "Are you really short of money?"

Fu Shijin sneered: "None of your business."

Lu Jindong was slightly surprised. He took one look at the cold look on her face and recalled last night, and even this morning, how she was extremely flattering and flattering under him. He smiled: "There are two faces inside and outside the bed."

If it wasn't for Chuxin Studio, how could Fu Shijin put down his dignity to please him.

Now that Chuxin Studio is back, Fu Shijin feels that she should not have any more interactions with him, and she doesn't think she will have any more interactions with him.

It's impossible to just offend him.

If he hadn't poked her in the face and said she had no money, she wouldn't have spoken coldly.

Fu Shijin told herself that she could not offend this person. This person was the Supreme Emperor of Sichuan City. If she offended him, she would really be finished.

Fu Shijin put on a smile and said softly: "Mr. Lu, are you waiting for someone? Then I won't disturb Mr. Lu. I'll go in first."

Lu Jindong gave her an unclear look and said calmly: "If you need money, you can come to me."

Fu Shijin was startled and looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes.

He continued to smoke: "I am very satisfied with your performance last night."

The implication is that if you want money, you can serve him like you did last night.

The smile on Fu Shijin's face suddenly disappeared. She wanted to say that she was not out to sell, but she had already sold it once. It was really ironic to say that again.

She held back her anger and politely said to Lu Jindong, "Mr. Lu, you are busy, I will go in first" and hurriedly walked into the door.

After entering, a wave of heat hit me.

It's icy and snowy outside, but warm as spring inside, two extreme temperatures, two extreme worlds.

Fu Shijin let out a deep breath, opened the zipper of his down jacket, and took off his down jacket.

She was wearing a white sweater, a long black skirt, a pair of knee-high black leather boots, and a white down jacket held in her elbows.

She stood there for a while, then turned to look out the glass door.

Lu Jindong was still leaning there, looking in the direction of the street, with fireworks lingering on his fingertips, looking carefree, but his whole person exuded an aura of nobility and inviolability.