Chapter 1670
The topic was chatted to death.
Lu Chongli put down his phone, a little helpless and funny. Are he chatting with other women? The other woman kept bringing up topics in order to chat with him for a while. Only Ling Zheng didn't know how to act coquettishly and didn't have high emotional intelligence.
It was just such a person that he couldn't help but think of her.
...
In the apartment.
Seeing that Lu Chongli didn't reply to the message, Ling Zheng felt annoyed and disappointed.
He clearly knew that he had made a clean break with Lu Chongli and should not get entangled with them anymore.
During this time, she put all her energy into her work and stopped thinking about this person for a while.
But when Lu Chongli showed up, she couldn't help but want to contact him.
To her, Lu Chongli was a magnet.
Lingzheng put down her phone. She must have been too busy at home because she was sick. Forget it, she might as well work.
You can work from home anyway.
Lingzheng opened her notebook and began to calculate the purchase details for this month.
It wasn't until after one o'clock that I cooked a bowl of noodles and took a nap. When I was asleep, I heard the doorbell ringing outside.
"Who?"
Lingzheng's mind was confused, so she walked down and opened the door.
There were many men standing outside with clear faces, high spirits, and shining black eyes with smiles.
Lingzheng suspected that she was dreaming and didn't wake up.
Otherwise, how could she see Lu Chongli standing at the door of the apartment.
The dull and silly look on her face made Lu Chongli funny, and her eyes were a bit strange.
"Were you just sleeping?"
Lu Chongli looked at Ling Zheng. The woman in front of him was wearing thin pajamas, her long hair was messy, her pajamas were crooked, her eyes were groggy, and most of her collarbone was exposed.
But Ling Zheng has a good foundation, and he has also seen Ling Zheng's appearance when she just got up, which is quite cute.
"Oh, yes......."
Ling Zheng woke up suddenly, without any pajamas.
It's over, her image.
She quickly plucked her hair at a loss.
Lu Chongli kindly stretched out his hand to tidy up her pajamas.
The man's slender fingers brushed his collarbone, and Ling Zheng's pretty face turned red.
"No, I'm sorry, I've never seen you before." Lu Chongli teased.
Ling Zheng lowered her head, wishing she could get into the cracks in the floor.
Indeed, he has seen himself in the most miserable state in bed.
Thinking back on it, she felt ashamed.
"Don't let me in. Is there anyone in the house? Isn't your boss here again?" Lu Chongli pulled his lips.
"No...no."
Ling Zheng handed him a mask from the cabinet, "Put it on. I have the flu. Don't get infected."
"OK."
Lu Chongli put on his mask and didn't try to show off. After all, he was the one who flew the plane. If he had a fever, he would have to ask for leave and the company would have to adjust his shifts, which would be quite troublesome.
