Strong Locked Marriage: Mr. Jiang's Apex Treasure

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, seeing that Murphy was fast asleep, Lin Xia gently took out a large bag of clothes from under the bed, dragged it to the bathroom like a thief, and closed the door.

The gangsters were really ruthless. They found more than a dozen tops, eight pairs of trousers, fifteen pairs of underpants... There were also some socks and two pairs of shoes, which were not finished yet.

The more Lin Xia thought about it, the more angry she became, and the movements of pulling the clothes from the inside were no longer soft, but when the anger and grievance climbed to the top, she saw a small bag at the bottom.

When I opened it, I found a lot of ointments and oils for lumbago.

The little eyebrows frowned, and a strange and contradictory feeling rose in his heart.

The piles of clothes made her so crazy that her heart was bleeding, but these bottles and cans were like band-aids that could stick to her emotions, making her keep pulling between small touches and big anger.

Lin Xia shook his head, didn't want to think about it, moved a small chair and started rubbing Jiang Sibai's clothes hard.

After a night, Murphy woke up and was almost frightened when he twisted the bathroom door.

The bathroom was full of men's clothes, and there was no place for her to step down.

And Lin Xia seemed to be practicing light kung fu, with his cheeks knocked against the edge of the washbasin, half of his hair was full of soap bubbles, and he slept like a pig.

Mo Fei kicked away the jeans in front of him, walked behind Lin Xia, and grabbed her collar by the back of her neck: "Wake up."

Even though Mo Fei picked it up, Lin Xia's head was still hanging.

She scratched her hair half asleep, then rubbed her eyes.

Well, about three seconds later, like a frog thrown into a pot, she jumped up on the spot, yelling, "It hurts, it's washing powder in my eyes."

Murphy pulled a towel and wiped Lin Xia.

Lin Xia opened his eyes, blinked several times, looked at Mo Fei, then at the clothes on the ground, and then at Mo Fei, suddenly his face turned red up to the ears.

After all, it's shameful to do laundry for men, and there are so many of them.

Mo Fei crossed his hands and asked calmly, "What's going on? Be honest."

Lin Xia's left and right index fingers met each other, and said falteringly: "Sister Fei, Grandma Fei, can you not ask?"

"No!" Mo Fei ruthlessly refused, and said with a hand on his forehead, "On our floor, two people share a bedroom because of the poor layout. If you change to another floor, do you think you can hide it? With so many clothes, Where are you going to hang out, tell me!"

Lin Xia flattened her mouth, and what Murphy said was exactly where her headache was.

It is absolutely impossible to dry.

She glanced at the two hair dryers hanging on the wall, showed her big white teeth and smiled at Mo Fei: "Otherwise, let's go together..."

"Don't even think about it." Murphy predicted Lin Xia's careful thoughts, and refused first.

Lin Xia puffed out her cheeks and made a particularly aggrieved and pitiful expression.

Mo Fei's heart softened immediately, and he retorted: "You tell me honestly, and I will help. These clothes...are Fu Xun's?"

Lin Xia was stunned, and looked back at the wrung clothes.

Because it was wet and twisted into a ball, it was impossible to tell whose it was.

Coupled with Lin Xia's love for Fu Xun's brown sugar before, anyone would think it was Fu Xun's.

Lin Xia sighed, and only said: "It's not his, really not."

Murphy let out a rare "oh" bluntly, with a strange expression on his face.

A few seconds later, Murphy asked again: "Have you not contacted Fu Xun recently?"

"No alas."

Mo Fei raised his eyebrows: "You don't like Fu Xun anymore?"

She stared at Jiang Sibai's clothes, and said with a downcast: "Grandma Fei, I'm one and two big now, so I don't want to talk about this. I have to finish blowing up my clothes quickly, and I'm going to participate in the provincial competition in a few days." It's an art competition, and I haven't prepared anything yet."

"Oh." Murphy was absent-minded for a moment, and then took off a hair dryer: "Then hurry up."

The two girls were blowing their clothes while chatting about some things.

Lin Xia was holding Jiang Si Bai's underwear and blowing seriously.

Mo Fei stared at it for a while and snatched it away. After looking carefully, he exclaimed: "Lin Xia, did you get rich? Do you know how much this pair of underwear costs?"

Lin Xia stared at it, almost seeing cross-eyed eyes: "How much?"

Murphy raised three fingers: "This number is in thousands."

Lin Xia was not surprised at all, after all, that guy was quick to get money.

It's robbery, and it's earning bonuses. How can you not be rich?

But Murphy became curious and began to look at the signs one by one.

In fact, many luxury brands that have not entered the domestic market, Murphy, do not understand.

Mo Fei checked it with his mobile phone, and at the end of the search, Mo Fei, who had always been calm, was not calm: "God, an absolute local tyrant, the kind who has no humanity. Who is this? Is it from our school? "

Lin Xia sighed and refused to say anything.

When Jiang Si Bai is arrested someday, if the people at the school know that Lin Xia is still in a relationship with a gangster, won't she have to bear the title of gangster's girlfriend and can't even lift her head.

Life is so miserable.

If I had known that today I would lean on him, the paintbrush shouldn't have poked his abdomen back then, but pointed directly at his heart, and it would have done it all.

Lin Xia thought wickedly.

Of course, as a weak girl, she can only think about it.

The two girls worked for a long time, and finally dried and folded all the clothes.

Lin Xia could have returned it to Jiang Si Bai right away, but after thinking about it, she was afraid that it was too early for the gangster to arrange other "good errands", so she simply stuffed the bag of clothes under the bed again.

Then, tragedy struck...