Chapter 78 Why Slam the Door?
Wen Xuxu entered the elevator first and pressed the floor button. Jiang Zhuoheng and Yan Rusheng entered one after another.
One person stood on the left side of Xuxu, and the other stood on her right side.
Both of them are over 1.8 meters tall, and Xuxu, who is only 1.6 meters tall, is sandwiched between them, without any sense of inconsistency.
There are high altitudes on both sides, and Xuxu himself felt very stressed, and he couldn't even breathe through the pressure.
Fortunately, her home is on the seventh floor and she will arrive soon.
When the elevator door opened, Wen Xuxu was still the first to go out. He took the key to open the door, turned on the light, and changed his shoes.
She bent down to pick up the shoes she had replaced, and was about to put them on the shoe rack, when she suddenly felt a chill at the door.
Looked up!
"What are you two blocking the door for?" She frowned in confusion, her almond-shaped eyes widening.
Yan Rusheng and Jiang Zhuoheng stood side by side at the door, inside the door frame.
They were both so tall and in great shape, and Xuxu wanted to ask them if they were crowded.
However, the two of them seemed to be angry, and she thought it was better to leave it alone, so as not to become cannon fodder.
She put her shoes away and walked to the room. When she passed by the sofa, she threw her bag on the sofa.
I entered the room and came out three or four minutes later. I had put on a set of very cartoon pajamas, with a Doraemon pattern on the chest.
At this time, he and Jiang Zhuoheng had already entered the room. They were sitting on the sofa, neither of them treating themselves as outsiders. One was holding a remote control to choose the stage, and the other was holding a magazine.
Leisurely and contented.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, they both cast their eyes in the direction of Xuxu.
"Wen Xuxu, what is that of yours?" Yan Rusheng pointed at the pattern on the chest of his pajamas. The corners of his mouth twitched and the corners of his eyes twitched, as if he was about to laugh.
"Doraemon, don't you recognize her?" Wen Xuxu could see the ridicule in Yan Rusheng's eyes, but she turned a blind eye.
He walked straight to the water dispenser, opened the cabinet under the water dispenser, took out two cups, poured two glasses of water and walked over and placed them in front of Yan Rusheng and Jiang Zhuoheng.
"If you want to drink water, drink it quickly. When you finish drinking, go back early." She put down the cup and said to Yan Rusheng, "I'm going to take a shower."
With that said, she turned around and went to the bathroom.
Does this mean you want to drive him away?
Yan Rusheng's handsome face immediately turned cold. He turned around and glared at the closed door of the bathroom, his sinister black eyes filled with ice and fire.
He picked up the water glass in front of him, raised his head and drank the glass of water in one breath, then stood up and left in a heavy stride.
Didn't even say hello.
He Yan Rusheng had never been driven away before, this was the first time.
Stupid woman, let me see how long you can keep your cool!
Wen Xuxu was taking a bath under the showerhead when she suddenly heard a slamming sound on the door and was so frightened that her body trembled.
what's the situation?
She quickly washed the foam off her body, put on her clothes and went out.
He looked at the sofa first. Jiang Zhuoheng was the only one on the sofa. Could it be that that guy had left?
She looked under the shoe cabinet again and saw that Yan Rusheng's shoes were no longer there.
"This guy just left. Why did he slam the door?" She muttered angrily and walked towards the sofa.
When Jiang Zhuoheng saw Xuxu coming over, there was a doting smile on his lips, and he joked: "The reason for slamming the door is to refresh his sense of presence."
At this time, if Master Yan was eavesdropping in the dark, he would definitely be unable to help but reply: Damn it, Jiang Zhuoheng, you are such a villain, you actually spoke ill of me to that stupid woman behind your back.