Little Mr. is one hundred years old

When Qing Huan woke up, she was lying on the bed. The bed was big and soft, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of roses.Qing Huan sat up and saw that she was in a luxurious bedroom, and his clothes had already been changed - it should be said that he had already bathed and put on a white nightgown.

Qing Huan sat up and was about to get out of bed when she heard a sound coming from the door, someone opened the door and came in from the outside——

The sound of clattering shoes...

Qing Huan opened his eyes wide and looked towards the door. When he saw someone coming, his eyes opened even wider, and the person's name almost blurted out.

The man was wearing a dark blue shirt and white trousers, with a white suit jacket hanging on his arm. He was loosening his tie. When he saw Qing Huan on the bed, he paused for a moment, and then twitched his lips: "You are the old grandson." A gift?"

A gift... "I'm not a gift, I'm a person." Qing Huan replied.

He raised his eyebrows: "Old Sun never taught you what to say and what not to say."

"Mr. Lou, tell me, is there anything I can't say?" Qing Huan looked at him—that is, Lou Zhao said.

Lou Zhao put his coat aside and walked to the bed: "I'm quite courageous, very few people talk to me like that...how do you know my surname is Lou?"

"Mr. Sun said." Qing Huan replied very naturally.

Lou Zhao raised Qing Huan's chin and took a closer look: "If you only talk about your appearance, you are not particularly outstanding..."

"Yeah, I look so ordinary, and I don't know why Mr. Sun likes me, thinks I'm worthy of being Mr. Lou's gift..." Qing Huan also looked confused, and her tone was mocking.

Lou Zhao stared at Qing Huan's face for a long time before saying, "It's quite pleasing to the eye after watching it for a long time... Besides, I like this temper, and it suits my taste much better than what I gave before."

satyr……

Qing Huan cursed in her heart, with a calm face: "That's really my honor."

Lou Zhao let go, smiled, and said lazily, "What's your name?"

"Xiao Wen, Xiao of the Chinese zodiac, whoever heard of it."

"Depending on your age, are you still a student?"

"Yes, sophomore."

"Sophomore..." Lou Zhao seemed to have thought of something, and pondered for a while: "Hello, sophomore..."

"It seems that Mr. Lou is more fond of high school students..."

"That depends on who it is..." Although Lou Zhao had a smile on his face, he was a bit cold: "Who is there at home?"

"There is a mother."

"Oh? I thought you were an orphan, you have a mother, or a student, why did you choose to do this?"

"To be honest, before Mr. Lou came in, I was in a coma, and I was calculated by others. If I had a choice, I would definitely not come here."

"It's so pitiful." Lou Zhao twirled the wrench on his finger: "But, I'm sorry, I don't have much sympathy."

Qing Huan smiled: "It's just that, I didn't think Mr. Lou would sympathize with me because of my words."

Lou Zhaojue stepped forward, raised Qing Huan's chin with one hand, and suppressed him, the distance between the two of them was so close that the tips of their noses were almost touching——

"Such a tone, such an expression...it's really too similar..."

"Like who?" Qing Huan asked.

"Like..." Lou Zhao tightened his grip on Qing Huan's chin, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "You don't deserve to know his name."

"I'm not interested in knowing about people who have nothing to do with me." Qing Huan pushed his hand: "Can you let go? You hurt me."

"At this point, are you still playing hard to get?" Lou Zhao whispered.

"If you want to understand me like this, I can't help it." Qing Huan said: "Mr. Lou probably doesn't like forcing others to make things difficult, right? I believe that Mr. Lou can find a better partner based on his various qualifications, right?"

"I wasn't in the mood at first..." Lou Zhao stroked Qing Huan's cheek: "But now I'm so interested."

His body pressed down, Qing Huan pressed against his chest, and whispered: "So I haven't seen you like this..."

"What did you say?" Lou Zhao didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing." Qing Huan said again: "Is it true that rich people are so unscrupulous? As long as it is delivered to your door, you will not refuse it?"

"Who told you that you still suit my taste?" Lou Zhao condescended, staring into Qing Huan's eyes.

"Don't you have someone you like? If you have someone, can you sleep with someone else?"

Hearing this, Lou Zhao's expression changed, his eyes turned cold, he let go of Qing Huan, and threw him on the bed: "What do you think you are, it's not up to you to say these things."

Fortunately, the bed was soft enough and there was no harm——Qing Huan sat up, saw Lou Zhao like this, thought for a while, and asked, "Mr. Lou, do you really have someone you like? Who is it?" Zhao is a friend, and now Qing Huan is completely inquiring about news with a gossip mentality.

Lou Zhao raised his eyes and looked at him: "I said, there are some things..."

"I know, there are some things I can say, and some things I can't say... Also, my identity... I understand everything." Qing Huan looked innocent.

"Since you understand, just shut up." Lou Zhao crawled through his hair, exhaled, his expression was not very good: "Forget it, that's all for today, you can go."

"Go..." Qing Huan blinked: "I can really go?!"

The corner of Lou Zhao's mouth twitched: "Don't worry, I will tell Lao Sun, he won't trouble you."

Qing Huan crossed her arms and looked at him coldly: "You're welcome."

Qing Huan looked around, then looked at Lou Zhao again: "Mr. Lou, can I do you a favor?"

"Tell me."

"My clothes are missing..."

"Oh..." Lou Zhao dragged out his voice: "Aren't you wearing clothes now?"

"I..." Qing Huan could see that he did it on purpose.

"Mr. Lou," Qing Huan straightened her expression and softened her tone, "Help people to the end... If Mr. Lou is so kind, I think Mr. Lou will definitely get what he wants, and lovers will eventually get married "These words... Qing Huan's heart hurts hundreds of times... But in the current situation, it can be flattering a little bit, this person Lou Zhao... really likes this.

Lou Zhao raised his eyebrows, snorted coldly, then picked up the phone, pressed a button, and gave a few instructions to the other side before hanging up - "Just do a good deed that day, you are lucky."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Lou." Qing Huan twitched the corners of her mouth, and said with a smirk.

Soon, the waiter came in with a set of clothes. The waiter was very sensible, and he didn't raise his head to look at the person from the beginning to the end. He just bowed and nodded to Lou Zhao, showing respect.

Qing Huan looked at the suit, looked up and saw Lou Zhao leaning on the wardrobe, staring at herself intently—"Mr. Lou, I want to change."

Lou Zhao smiled and said, "Change it."

"Does Mr. Lou like to stare at people changing clothes?"

Lou Zhao turned the finger: "I want to see what is my freedom."

Qing Huan also smiled at him, then picked up her clothes and went into the bathroom.

Watching the door close, Lou Zhao put away his smiling face, frowned and muttered, "Why does it feel so similar..."

At this time, Lou Zhao's phone rang, and seeing the caller ID, his eyes darkened.

When Qing Huan came out after changing her clothes, Lou Zhao was answering the phone with a serious expression——

"Um... well... I see... That's it... I'll go now..."

Qing Huan wanted to leave silently when he was answering the phone, but it was a coincidence that Lou Zhao just hung up the phone at this time and looked up at him——

"All right?"

"Well, thank you, Mr. Lou."

Lou Zhao picked up something on the table and threw it over. Qing Huan caught it and saw that it was a check with four zeros, and the number on the front was not too small... Really generous.

After throwing the check, Lou Zhao didn't take a second look at Qing Huan, turned around, picked up his suit jacket, and opened the door, his movements were extremely chic.

Qing Huan took the "heavy" check, and put it in her pocket—since she gave it, there was no reason not to want it, if she didn't want it, she would seem to be too different, maybe Lou Zhao would return it. There will be some ideas, it is better to be more secular.

This kind of feeling of progress is not bad.

Leaving this room, Qing Huan didn't realize that he was still in the previous private manor until he went out.When he came out, a car came to see him off immediately, and Qing Huan didn't refuse this kind of high-class treatment, and let that luxury car take him home——along the way, he was thinking about how to teach Zheng Cong a lesson...