Seeing this, Zhang Zichu's eyes gradually sank.
"What do you like him?" His sudden question made Dongfang Han somewhat inexplicable, as if he hadn't heard everything.
"Zi Chu, what are you talking about?"
"It's nothing. Let's go and go shopping elsewhere." Zhang Zichu returned to the usual smile and took her out of here.
Watching the beautiful girl leave, the gardener was a little bit disappointed. The colleagues who saw his mind even joked that the guy who coveted other people's girlfriends would be punished by the goddess of flowers.
He just didn't expect that this paragraph of joking would actually become a reality.
After the gardener finished his work here, he brought up a basket of withered lilies and walked to the warehouse. He just put the basket down and walked to the sink to wash his hands. Suddenly a dark figure appeared in front of him, too late to see the person’s appearance. Suddenly, he punched his face with a violent punch, and it was too painful to scream, and the man pressed him to the ground with punches and punches, and the punches and punches fell to his most important place. The gardener vomited blood bit by bit, and before he had time to ask for mercy, the man dragged him to the edge of the pool, grabbing his hair and pressing his head into the water.
The gardener struggled desperately, but he was firmly held back. Soon, his waving hands fell heavily. The man turned him over and threw him into the pool. After confirming that the gardener was dead, the man turned and left the warehouse.
The blood stains from the mouth and nose of the wide-eyed man lying in the pool slowly spread in the water, and the dazzling sun was shining straight on this gloomy warehouse, and the pool of red that was still dazzling in the white...
Dongfang Han, who was waiting for Zhang Zichu in the taxi, heard the sound of a police car not far away. She was shocked, but fortunately she saw Zhang Zichu coming back here safely.
"Zi Chu, have you found your phone?"
"Yeah." Zhang Zichu turned and sat next to her, closed the car door lightly, and smiled back at her, "Fortunately, it was picked up by the drinker's boss. It's okay, let's go."
Dongfang Han nodded and asked the driver in front to drive.
"I just seemed to hear the sound of a police car. What happened in the park?"
Zhang Zichu smiled and gently held her hand, and gave her a relieved look: "Don't care, it has nothing to do with us."
That's right, as long as the police are not directed at them. When Dongfang Han retracted his gaze, he inadvertently saw Zhang Zichu's wetted corners of his clothes, but he did not care much about retracting his gaze.
After the two returned to the hotel, they were informed by the front desk staff apologetically that Zhang Zichu’s room had air-conditioning and wiring failures, so they were willing to refund the money for that room. Now it is the peak period of passenger flow, and there are no other extra rooms at all. Dongfang Han didn't mind letting Zhang Zichu sleep in her room. They used to live in the same room before. To outsiders, she and Zhang Zichu were a couple, and it was strange not to live together. And if the two are together, there will be a response if there is any temporary situation.
Dongfang Han was sitting in front of the computer and was checking some information. Zhang Zichu, who had just walked out of the shower, sat next to her and looked at her serious profile. This feeling of peace and quiet made him smile contentedly. laugh.
As if noticing someone's sight, Dongfang Han stopped his work and looked back at him, "What's the matter?"
"Xiaohan, are you tired?" After catching a day's flight and going outside for a long time, Zhang Zichu was worried that her body would be too much.
"A little bit." Dongfang Han lowered his head and thought, as if thinking about a problem, "If you are tired, go to sleep first, I still want to..."
Before she finished speaking, she was suddenly picked up, Zhang Zichu took off the slippers on her feet and carried her onto the bed.
"Zi Chu, you—" Before Dongfang Han got up, Zhang Zichu rolled over and pressed her with his hands on both sides of his head, raised his upper body to look down at her, and said softly: "Xiaohan, should you put down your work now? , Let us do something more meaningful... ”