Chapter 917 Long Blessed Ancestor (33)
Zhou Ye was pleased by his humble and respectful attitude and felt a little better.
"We met on the bus yesterday."
Aowu's eyes widened, and he looked like he was thinking about something seriously. He looked a little pitiful and scared, his body was shaking, and the hand holding Zhou Ye's sleeve was shaking even more.
"What are you afraid of?"
Seeing him like this, Zhou Ye felt a little strange in his heart.
Aowu shook his head hurriedly. He felt that his whole body was stiff now, and his neck was even more so. He didn't dare to turn his head to look at the person behind him.
"Zhou Ye, I'd better leave first, be careful yourself."
After saying that, Aowu turned around and left. Suddenly he remembered something again, turned around and looked in the direction of Jun Qian. Seeing his plain eyes, his heart suddenly shrank again.
The kind of strength that is firmly suppressed, and the kind of indifference that oozes from the bones...
These eyes are so familiar.
His heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't make any sound for a while. The desire to survive made his body react faster than his brain.
So Zhou Ye looked at the boy who had been clamoring to go upstairs, but now he rushed out as if his butt was on fire.
There was a "bang" sound as the door was closed.
There was a moment of dead silence, and the two people in the room looked at each other. Zhou Ye took off his coat and threw it directly on the sofa. He walked to the window, looked at the black Mercedes-Benz parked downstairs and rushed out impatiently.
What frightened him?
Zhou Ye frowned and looked at the man standing beside him at some unknown moment. He still had the same calm and cold look on his face. Seeing Zhou Ye looking at him, a faint smile appeared on his cold and fair face.
Very clean and pure.
Not doped with any impurities. Zhou Ye looked away, rubbed his neck tiredly, then took out a towel from the cabinet and threw it directly on Jun Qian.
The man reached out to catch it and lowered his eyes to see that there was a strawberry pattern printed on the soft pink and white towel.
"You go take a shower first, hurry up, I want to sleep."
Jun Qian raised his eyes and looked at the furnishings in the room. He couldn't find a place to bathe. Then he looked at Zhou Ye's face, which was full of impatience and impatience. The man just stood there, looking like bamboo and jade under the light. The people showed a bit of confusion.
He looked at Zhou Ye, his knuckled hands holding the towel, and his voice was light and gentle.
"Where is the bathroom?"
Zhou Ye lay on the sofa, crossed his legs, held the remote control in one hand on his lap, and squinted at the man standing in the living room.
No matter how you look at this scene, it looks like she has kidnapped an ignorant handsome boy.
"Just open the door on the left."
Looking at the back of the man pushing the door open, Zhou Ye shook his head.
Which pit was this treasure dug out from?
He knows nothing about modern things, but there is no way to connect him with a mentally disturbed person.
Looking at it this way, it looks like a little prince who has been raised deep in the castle since he was a child. He has never set foot in the outside world and has never been in contact with this colorful and complicated modern society.
Is there really such a person in the world?
Zhou Ye didn't believe it at first, but now he does.
Forget about thinking so much, she was very tired and yawned one after another.
The morning news was playing on the small TV in front of him, and the female anchor reported social news clearly and clearly. Zhou Ye squinted and listened to the sound of water coming from the bathroom.
At this time, a bus driver appeared on the TV with a mosaic face.
(End of chapter)