Lu Shaojia's little ancestor is a forensic doctor

Chapter 12 He's Sick He's Sick
"Get out, don't come in."

???

"What did you say?" Being disgusted again and again, Meng Yao's small face completely sank, and the eyes that met him turned cold.

Lu Zhixing raised his eyebrows, he found out this morning.

This woman who seems very casual, especially easy to talk and has no intention of thinking, once she gets serious, her aura is so strong that people will unconsciously focus on her.

"Go out, I'll give you an hour, go back and take a shower before coming back."

"I don't like having any scents around me, especially floral ones!"

Without saying anything else, he covered his mouth and nose and quickly stepped forward to slam the door shut.

Meng Yao, who was shut outside the door, stared angrily at the door in front of her, her eyes seemed to be breathing fire.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, he's sick, he's sick, he's sick..."

Comforting herself, she turned around and went home.

Do you think she would be so angry that she would yell and even break into the door?

Ha, she won't be fooled?
He is sick, what if he depends on himself!
Lu Zhixing, who didn't know what she was thinking, walked into the bathroom as soon as he closed the door, looked at his face, neck, and arms in the mirror several times, and didn't feel relieved until he confirmed that there were really no red spots.

He is a big man and he is allergic to hay fever, it's no wonder he can't laugh at other people's teeth when he talks about it!
As the minutes passed, Meng Yao knocked on his door again.

But this time she rang the doorbell, and she was afraid that if she knocked on the door like that again, she would frighten him into something bad, and then she would be left behind by him.

Although he looks very in line with his own aesthetics, but he seems to have an aura that doesn't fit with him, and he pinches him when he meets him!

The door opened from the inside, and Lu Zhixing looked at her from top to bottom like a radar with his eyes on a wary face. After making sure that she really had a bath and changed clothes, he let her in with confidence.

Sitting on the sofa, he pushed the two A4 papers he had prepared towards her.

"Look, it's best to memorize it."

With doubts, she picked up the paper and looked at it roughly. The more she looked, the darker her face became.

Good guy, this dog man actually wrote so many requests.

"What do you mean? Are you using me as your maid?"

How perverted is this guy, to ask himself to be on call 24 hours a day?

What is this ghost?

Without looking at her, Lu Zhixing, whose hands were constantly busy on the notebook, said lightly.

"No, my employment standards are very high, you are not suitable."

Not suitable?
It means that she is not even worthy to be his maid!

"What, do you have an opinion?" After looking up at her, he said lightly again.

"Okay, I'll give you 2 minutes to repent."

As soon as she heard that she could regret it, Meng Yao walked towards the door without even thinking about it.

If she doesn't leave at this time, she won't wait for such a perverted person.

As a result, just as she touched the doorknob, Lu Zhixing's voice sounded again.

"By the way, remember to tell Director Su that he will have to worry about this case himself."

"I've just come back and I'm a little busy. When you solve the case, I will definitely ask the higher authorities to give you credit."

The vernacular is: I don't care about this case, you can handle it yourself!

Thinking of her original intention for coming here, Meng Yao kept persuading herself to be patient, and even pointed him at the blame!
After thinking everything through, she turned around with a smile on her face, went to the coffee table and picked up the two pieces of paper again.

"Mr. Lu is really good at joking. I don't want to leave. I just want to test whether the door of your house is secure."

After laughing awkwardly, she couldn't help rolling her eyes, and despised herself fiercely in her heart.

As if he had guessed that she would compromise, Lu Zhixing looked at her expressionlessly, and then went into the study with his notebook.

"Wipe the coffee cups off the table."

"I... Brush..." She stared at his back and said with gritted teeth.

(End of this chapter)