She was struggling to wash her hair yesterday. She knocked the shampoo bottle on the window sill for a while before she got some shampoo out. That is to say, that person sneaked into the room today.
Today is the weekend, not only Ayu, but others are also at home, not even the landlord who usually leaves early and returns late, every one of them is possible.
With a woman's intuition, Chen Qingqing still felt that the person was secretly in love with her.
Being able to do voyeuristic things shows that the other party's psychology is abnormal.
But after knowing that she had no shampoo, the other party secretly bought her a bottle and did nothing to her.
This is not interesting to her, what else could it be
It's impossible to simply like to peep at other people's private parts, right
Chen Qingqing thought, Sister Zhang and Ayu can be excluded. Among the men, Wang Hai excluded, and the rest is Lin Yi, the one in the second bedroom, the male landlord, and... Zhao Fuxiang.
Her eyelids twitched, Zhao Fuxiang was at home in the morning and went out in the afternoon, was it him
Must be him!
The more Chen Qingqing thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, Zhao Fuxiang looked very wretched, and his private life was so chaotic.
Moreover, once she came out of the bath wearing pajamas, Zhao Fuxiang stared at her and swallowed.
Disgusting to death.
Chen Qingqing clenched her fists, and when Zhao Fuxiang came back, she would tell him clearly, and if the other party did something like that again, she would call the police.
After returning, Chen Qingqing threw the bottle of shampoo into the bed while Wang Hai was not paying attention.
At this time, Zhao Fuxiang was outside.
He squatted on the side of the road, spit casually at the road, and then swallowed.
Cars whizzed past, leaving behind choking fumes.
Zhao Fuxiang spit out another mouthful of phlegm. The weather is too hot, and his work is not going well. He has been getting angry recently, and his brothers have acne.
Throwing away the cigarette butt in his hand, Zhao Fuxiang stepped on it with his leather shoes. He got up and walked towards the Jinzun Bathing Center in front of him.
He often goes to Jinzun, which is the cheapest and most beautiful family, and the young girls there are very obedient.
But when Zhao Fuxiang walked to the door of the bathing center, he couldn't help but stare.
The door of the bathing center was closed, and the words on the door were particularly eye-catching.
Zhao Fuxiang snorted in dissatisfaction, turned and walked towards another bathing center not far away.
What surprised him was that the other bathing center also had the words "closed for rectification" posted. There was even a police car parked at the door. Several policemen were at the entrance of the bathing center, representing something to a fat man.
Zhao Fuxiang knew that the police had started a major rectification once a year again, and his intuition told him that the anti-pornography operation this time seemed to be a little different from the past.
A policeman glanced at Zhao Fuxiang, maybe just casually, but at that moment, the anger in his body disappeared and was replaced by something else.
Zhao Fuxiang stepped back and left the door of the bathing center. He turned and walked forward. His footsteps were fast, and the beer belly that was standing outside trembled, as if he was getting rid of something and was afraid of something.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the corner, he didn't breathe a sigh of relief when he heard a voice, "The army, it's the army!"
The name penetrated the surrounding noise and slammed into Zhao Fuxiang's eardrum, causing a dull pain in his skull, and a drop of cold sweat slid down from his forehead.
The voice on the left resounded again, like a soul, Zhao Fuxiang slowly twisted his neck, his pupils clenched.
The speaker was a middle-aged man in his forties, with dark skin and dressed as a migrant worker, who was obviously working on the construction site. He came over and in front of Zhao Fuxiang, "You..."
"What army, you have mistaken someone!"
Zhao Fuxiang stared at him and interrupted, his attitude was bad, he raised his foot and left.
The worker stayed where he was, "Isn't it?"
He suddenly patted his head and shouted "It's broken", and quickly chased after him to explain, "Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao, don't be angry, you look too much like my old fellow named Dajun."
The workers immediately realized what was going on.
He had met Zhao Fuxiang once on the construction site before, and if it wasn't for the introduction of the workers, he would have almost regarded Zhao Fuxiang as an army.
This time he met Zhao Fuxiang on the road, and subconsciously regarded the other party as an army.
That's why he opened his mouth to call someone, but he didn't expect him to admit the wrong person again.
Zhao Fuxiang rolled his eyes and stared at him, "Which construction site are you from?"
The worker spoke quickly.
Zhao Fuxiang said fiercely, "I warn you, if you want to continue working on the construction site, don't talk to me about the army, try to get close to me, know that.