"If you want to follow, just put on your mask. I don't want to be affected by you even where I live." Mao Rongrong was really afraid of him. The commotion caused in the company just now, I don't know when it will calm down.

"Okay!" Lu Xuanchen put on the mask obediently.

The agent and assistant looked at Lu Xuanchen with complicated expressions and reached out to grab Mao Rongrong's wrist, as if they were really afraid that she would accidentally fall down. The care was really thoughtful.

Mao Rongrong was not used to being held by the hand while walking, so she shook it off gently: "I'm not pregnant, so you don't need to support me, I won't fall."

Only then did Lu Xuanchen realize that he seemed to be too attentive, and his handsome face became inexplicably hot.

The community Mao Rongrong lives in is not bad. Her family lives on the eighth floor, and the elevator goes directly to it.

Mao Rongrong looked down for the key, found it, and wanted to open the door, but had to bend down to find the keyhole carefully.

"Let me come!" Lu Xuanchen quickly reached out and grabbed it, and easily opened the door.

"Sit down, I'll put on my contact lenses!" Mao Rongrong said, and walked towards her bedroom.

Lu Xuanchen looked at the three-bedroom suite, which was very clean and tidy. Moreover, everything in the house was neatly arranged, as if it had never been messed up. Unlike his house, he would always forget to clean it up, but this woman's house was so tidy that people couldn't get used to it.

Lu Xuanchen wanted to sit on the sofa, but found that her sofa was also clean and tidy, so he had to stand against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

After a while, Mao Rongrong came out wearing a pair of contact lenses. She tied her long hair into a ponytail, which was a little more refined and strong than the long hair she had just loosened. The entire face exposed had the plumpness of a young woman.

"Let's go, I'm in a hurry!" Mao Rongrong said directly.

Lu Xuanchen nodded and followed her out.

"You live alone?" Lu Xuanchen asked without words.

"Is there any problem?" Mao Rongrong glanced at him lightly.

"It's nothing, I thought you lived with your family!" Lu Xuanchen shrugged.

"No, I'm used to living alone for the convenience of work!" Mao Rongrong still had a calm expression.

"Are you a clean freak?" Lu Xuanchen asked again on a whim.

Mao Rongrong rolled his eyes at him: "No!"

"Then your home is so clean and creepy, isn't it because you have a cleanliness?" Lu Xuanchen continued to ask without fear of death.

Mao Rongrong was pissed off by him again, how could she describe her warm home with creepiness?

"I'm not obsessed with cleanliness, I just like to clean up, okay?" Mao Rongrong really didn't want to chat with him.

Lu Xuanchen had no choice but to laugh dryly: "So that's it, aren't you very busy at work every day? Where's the time to clean up?"

"When I think about problems, I like to do housework. Do you have an opinion?" Mao Rongrong rolled his eyes angrily.

Lu Xuanchen had no choice but to shake his head: "Of course not, you earn a lot a year, right? Why don't you hire a housekeeper?"

"I don't have as much money as you!"

Lu Xuanchen smiled noncommittally: "By the way, you are two years younger than me, and you should be twenty-four or five years old this year. Why didn't you find a boyfriend?"

Mao Rongrong really annoyed him to death, and stopped: "No man likes me, are you satisfied?"

Lu Xuanchen was shocked by her last answer, and followed her all the way downstairs, and didn't dare to ask her any more. Mao Rongrong didn't want to take his car anymore, so he went directly to stop the car on the road. When Lu Xuanchen chased him, she had already got into a taxi and went away. JrNovels.com