Madam, Mr. Fu went to see the men's department again.

Han Yue's expression was as calm as possible.

"If you have anything to do, go ahead and make an appointment some other time." Xue Fang said.

"Okay, save the number. We really have something to do today. Let's have dinner together another day." The park is not big, and Han Yue was afraid that Lao Deng would come looking for her.

Han Yue and Xue Fang hadn't seen each other for at least two years, so they didn't expect such a coincidence.

"Okay, goodbye." Xue Fang nodded.

Han Yue returned to the pavilion and saw Lao Deng holding milk tea.

She looked back first, but Xue Fang didn't come this way. Han Yue stepped forward: "Old Deng, let's go out. Don't you want to take me somewhere?"

"Ah? Aren't you?" Lao Deng asked doubtfully.

"It's boring to stare around here, let's go." Han Yue urged her, telling her that because she was old, it would be bad for others to see her while drinking milk tea and having a date.

Han Yue was thin-skinned, not to mention that Xue Fang was in the same neighborhood as her. Xue Fang was famous for being a loudmouth. If she knew something, it would take at least a day for it to spread among the group.

"Oh." Lao Deng first entered his destination and took a taxi.

After the taxi started, Han Yue felt safe.

She thought that she would have to change the place to meet Lao Deng during the day.

Lao Deng took Han Yue to his friend's rooftop garden.

The garden is located in Tiancheng City.

The car parked outside the community gate. Han Yue got off and looked up: "Here?"

Does Lao Deng want to take him home?

Han Yue flinched. Although Lao Deng said he lived alone, it was not good for the two of them to go to someone else's house not long after they met.

"Your home?" Han Yue asked softly.

"No, my old brother has a rooftop garden, which is about 150 square meters. It is full of flowers, fruits and vegetables. You can drink tea and eat. I have already agreed with him to bring you to play." Lao Deng explain.

"Ah?" Han Yue was even more surprised. How many friends did Lao Deng mention him to?

Lao Deng seemed to see what Han Yue was thinking: "I didn't tell you everywhere. He only knows that his rooftop garden has been published in magazines. I asked specifically today and no one came over. Don't you want to go and see it? ?”

"Isn't it better to go empty-handed?" Han Yue glanced at the two people's hands and found that they didn't bring anything.

"It's okay. You're welcome to him. We are comrades-in-arms. There are not so many twists and turns. At most, I will give him a can of good tea next time. Let's go. The garden is very beautiful this season." Lao Deng guessed that women like it. There are flowers and grass. How can a private garden be so beautiful in a place like a park?

He even made an agreement with his friend that if Han Yue liked any potted flower, he would give it to Han Yue instead of keeping it as a treasure.

Han Yue followed Lao Deng and stopped in front of a bungalow.

The exterior of the house looks quite new. Han Yue doesn't know much about the housing prices in Tiancheng. He only knows that there are such big houses in the urban area and the prices are not cheap.

Especially flowers can be planted on the roof.

After they got to the top floor, the owner seemed to have telepathy. As soon as the elevator door opened, the dark red door opened at the same time.

Standing at the doorframe was a man about fifty years old.

A smile spread across his face.

"Old Deng." He shouted enthusiastically.

Then he turned to Han Yue: "Hello, I am Lao Deng's friend. You can call me Lao Li."

"Hello." Han Yue smiled.

"Come in quickly." Lao Li called them in.

Han Yue was used to seeing all kinds of luxury houses, so she was not surprised by the decoration of Lao Li's house. The living room didn't look big.

Lao Li took them directly to the rooftop garden, which was the place he was most proud of.

The stairs leading to the garden were on the balcony. When he opened the curtain, Han Yue saw the flowers wrapped around the handrails. All the way up the stairs, the blue flowers were half the size of a fist and bloomed densely.

Han Yue couldn't name the flowers and could only say they looked good.

Lao Li happily introduced his baby.

"Can I take some photos?" After obtaining the owner's permission, Han Yue took notes while admiring them.

-

Financial Tower Hotel.

Fu Jingchen fed Zhou Luo.

Zhou Luo was not used to it at first: "I can't move my waist, but I can move my mouth, and I can move my hands. You feed me. It makes me seem like I can't take care of myself."

Fu Jingchen pinched Zhou Luo's chin: "Luo Luo, I think you have a man's character and speak straightforwardly. Don't women all want to be pampered like children by men?"

"You say I'm a tomboy?" Zhou Luo deliberately misinterpreted, "Do you like me being as desperate as Rong Bing?"

"You know I don't mean that. I just like you like this, but I have to feed you." Fu Jingchen wiped the rice grains from the corner of the woman's mouth with his fingers, "I'll do it myself when your waist heals."

Zhou Luo turned his entire upper body: "I think there's nothing wrong with me anymore. Look, I can move now."

Fu Jingchen put down the bowl and held Zhou Luo's shoulders: "Don't show off."

Zhou Luo stuck out his tongue; "Just show off, I feel so bad for you."

Fu Jingchen kissed him directly. He thought Zhou Luo would push him away, but the woman's hand climbed up his back and deepened the kiss.

Fu Jingchen could even feel Zhou Luo's eyelashes fluttering on his cheeks.

"Luoluo." He pulled away a little, and if he kissed her again, he would burn up.

"Eat." Fu Jingchen's face turned red, "I have a reaction."

Zhou Luo had no intention of stopping. She held Fu Jingchen's face and put her forehead against the tip of his nose: "Then come."

"Ah?" Fu Jingchen was stunned, "Your waist can't work, it won't work. If you don't get enough rest, it will lead to the root cause of the disease."

Zhou Luo slid his hand to the man's waist: "I know my own body well. It can really move. It's not a dislocation of the bones."

"Think so?" Fu Jingchen could hear the meaning of Zhou Luo's words.

"Jingchen, are you okay?" she said in a high voice.

Fu Jingchen picked up the woman and put her on the bed.

Fu Jingchen gently untied the woman's clothes and kissed her neck.

Zhou Luo was about to have his menstrual period, and he was afraid that he would not be able to be with Fu Jingchen in the next few days, so he pulled him...

But halfway through the process, Zhou Luo felt his waist really hurt.

"Jingchen, I can't help anymore, it hurts so much." The woman was sweating profusely.

Fu Jingchen felt very good, but when she saw Zhou Luo frowning and holding his waist tightly, she probably felt uncomfortable, so she stopped.

He put Zhou Luo's hand on it.

Zhou Luo understood what the man meant.

A few minutes later, Fu Jingchen roared.

He rubbed Zhou Luo's waist: "Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No." Zhou Luo lay flat and shook his head.

"What a witch. She won't let go even if her back hurts." Fu Jingchen said angrily.

"I'm about to have my period. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it if we can't be together for a few days." Zhou Luo muttered.

"Am I such a needy person? It's only a few days. Don't think so next time, Luoluo, do you still want to eat?" Fu Jingchen turned sideways and looked at Zhou Luo with his chin on his hand.

"Full, very full, are you full?" Zhou Luo curled his lips with a smirk.

"What should I do if I'm not full?" Fu Jingchen asked deliberately.

"Then just go hungry." Zhou Luo pouted, "They are all sick and going into battle, and if you still don't say yes, the man really won't be able to feed him enough."

Fu Jingchen put Zhou Luo's hand into his clothes: "You look so good when you are angry."