When recognized by a familiar property staff, Qiao Muer, who usually appears to be aloof and elite, suddenly blushed with embarrassment.
She didn't even remember what she said to the property management. She just made up a few excuses and pinched Yue Zheng's shoulder as the other party stared in astonishment.
"Hurry up... The elevator is on the left, on the top floor."
Qiao Muer reminded in a low voice, and even took the initiative to bury her little face in Yue Zheng's chest, not looking at the property staff's ambiguous and inquisitive eyes.
It was not until Yue Zheng disappeared at the elevator door holding Qiao Muer that the property staff member who was in charge of registration could not help but ask his colleague beside him: "That... the person that was carried into the elevator by that man just now was Miss Qiao who lives on the top floor, right?"
The property staff deeply suspected that they were dazzled.
A colleague at the side said with a sympathetic heart: "Yes, yes, it is Miss Qiao. I can't tell, Miss Qiao is so famous... Look at that male model just now, top quality, blue eyes and mixed blood. Guess how much it costs to keep a male model like that for one night?"
"Package?" The property manager in charge of registration looked confused.
Colleague: "Of course it's a sponsor... He has such a handsome face and a good figure... Tsk tsk, I can feel the explosive power of his waist through his clothes. Such a top male model, is he not a sponsor for Miss Qiao to enjoy, or is he her boyfriend?"
Not like, not like, indeed not like a boyfriend.
Miss Qiao usually gets up early, gets off work late, has a regular schedule, and has a clean private life.
At first they thought that such a young girl living in such a luxurious house must be kept by an old man.
But later it was discovered that Miss Qiao wore a professional suit to go to work on time every day, and when she came back she looked like she had just finished overtime. She had never been seen in a relationship or having an affair with any man.
"You're right. It seems that Miss Qiao has finally come to her senses and learned how to enjoy life. To be able to live in a place like this, Miss Qiao must be a senior executive of a company and she has plenty of money. Alas... It's really good to be rich. You can have any man you want. Even finding a man to enjoy yourself with is this kind of top-notch mixed-blood..."
Just when the property owners downstairs were envious of Qiao Muer for being able to "enjoy" the service of a top male model, the person they envied was insisting on not letting the legendary "top male model" in.
Qiao Muer: "Just drop me off here, you can go back first... put me down."
The door of the luxury apartment was equipped with a combination lock. Obviously, it was not convenient for Qiao Muer, who was held by Yue Zheng, to press the password.
Most importantly, she knew that if Yue Zheng held her to open the door, he would continue to carry her into the house.
But now, even if she agreed to date, Qiao Muer was not ready to let Yue Zheng go home with her.
Today is only the first day they got back together and the first day they started dating. It's progressing too fast.
But obviously, Yue Zheng and Qiao Muer have different opinions.
Seeing that Qiao Muer was unwilling to open the door, he lowered his head, bit her earlobe and said, "Muer, we're already at the door, why don't you invite me in to sit down, huh?"
Qiao Muer: “…”
Qiao Muer knew that going in and sitting down was a dangerous signal.
Who knows if something will happen if she sits there, she is no longer the naive girl she used to be, and will not be fooled by Yue Zheng's meaningful words.
Qiao Muer deliberately refused in a cold voice: "The house is not cleaned up, it's not...convenient."
"It's okay, I don't mind." Yue Zheng's voice was hoarse, and he even deliberately blew into her slightly red ears, "Or... do you want to kiss me in the corridor, with the surveillance camera in the corner watching me?"
As the man spoke, he moved closer.
Qiao Muer was shocked by his words. She was sure that if Yue Zheng really kissed her in the corridor today, she would become the subject of private discussion among the property management and security guards in the community tomorrow.
Without thinking, Qiao Muer quickly reached out and pressed the combination lock.
The door of her boudoir was opened for Yue Zheng. (To be continued)