Lu Ruoxin didn't object, which was obviously a tacit consent.
This made Han Sanqian really unbelievable. Although the bamboo house was clean and tidy, it was nothing more than a bamboo house in the end. It was simple and rustic. How could a person like Lu Ruoxin want to live in it? !
However, the woman agreed.
Han Sanqian was puzzled by the old man sweeping the floor, and the woman's sudden abnormality also puzzled Monk Han Sanqianzhang, what was going on.
"Are you sure? Where does she live? Or with me?" Han Sanqian shouted depressingly, and then looked at Lu Ruoxin strangely: "You...Miss Lu, live in this dilapidated bamboo house, or are you alone and me In the same room? Are you afraid of that?"
Lu Ruoxin was not interested in answering Han Sanqian's questions, and ate the dishes Han Sanqian cooked on his own.
"Damn, are you crazy?" Han Sanqian was very depressed, and then looked at the old man sweeping the floor: "She agrees, and I don't agree, although I don't know what kind of plane you are doing, but I sleep in the living room."
After finishing speaking, Han Sanqian went directly into the house and moved the bed to the central living room.
She is not shy, but Han Sanqian has a wife.
"This bamboo house is only as big as a bowl. Isn't there no room here? Why do you think it's so dirty." The old man sweeping the floor smiled bitterly: "Besides, shouldn't there be something between you that needs to be discussed?"
"I have nothing to talk to her about." Han Sanqian made the bed, lay down on it, and suddenly remembered something: "I just said something wrong, there are things between me and her to talk about. However, Let's talk, I don't want to be in the same room with this kind of person."
"I've eaten." Lu Ruoxin put down his chopsticks at this moment, glanced coldly at Han Sanqian, got up and said to the old sweeper, "Then I'll go to rest first."
The old man sweeping the floor nodded, and with a movement of his hand, the bowls and chopsticks on the table disappeared.
Lu Ruoxin also got up and went back to the inner room.
Only then did Han Sanqian sit up: "Senior, what ecstasy soup did you pour into her? This woman looks like she looks at people with her nostrils, and she is willing to live in a place like ours for three days?"
"Shall I feed her the ecstasy soup?" The old man who swept the floor smiled: "If you want to say that, you can barely count it. However, I told him that it was just soup, and you are the medicine she left behind."
After finishing speaking, he looked at the Eight Desolation Heavenly Book with a smile, and said, "It seems that it's time for us to rest too."
Bahuang Tianshu smiled: "Yes, if I don't go to bed earlier, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep in the middle of the night."
After finishing speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled, glanced at Han Sanqian with a strange look, and then walked into their room, leaving Han Sanqian alone in the living room? !
midnight?
What's the meaning?
Could it be that the girl is coming to kill me in the middle of the night? !
Probably not.
If Lu Ruoxin wanted to do something, he should have done it just now, why wait until midnight? Besides, the old man sweeping the floor is here. Judging from the fight between Han Sanqian and him today, this mysterious old man sweeping the floor is definitely better than himself.
It can even be said that even after crossing the catastrophe and returning to his peak period, Han Sanqian felt that he could not beat the old man sweeping the floor.
So in this situation, would Lu Ruoxin dare to do something?
Or, is she going to talk to herself about Mo Yang and Dao Twelve? !
But to Han Sanqian's surprise, Han Sanqian waited for the whole night, and Lu Ruoxin's room never turned on any lights, let alone this woman came to find him in the middle of the night.
But when Han Sanqian tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, he even wondered if the old sweeper had capsized in the gutter, failed to predict, or just thought too much.
When she turned over again, Lu Ruoxin was standing in front of her bed in white clothes. JrNovels.com