Su Qinwu looked at the garbage dump and was worried for a while, and began to think about how to solve this problem.

She didn't want to deal with it, and she couldn't be as neat as the maid at home.

Thinking that this situation may happen countless times in the future, she felt it was necessary to solve it from the root of the problem - for example, buying a puppet that specializes in packing things.

Su Qinwu asked Qifeng, but found that no one had made such a simple puppet!

She couldn't help but wonder how they usually pack up their things?

Is she the only one who has such a dilemma?

She returned to the garbage dump and just as she decided to make one by herself, the door suddenly got knocked.

Su Qinwu was about to ask who it was, but when she opened her mouth, she suddenly remembered that she was in the study room and the door of the study room sounded - but ordinary people could not enter the second floor without her consent.

Except for Chongyuan.

Su Qinwu looked at the mess all over the ground and suddenly felt a little panicked.

What should I do with this pile of stuff?

If Chongyuan saw it...

No, he must not be seen!

what to do?

Su Qinwu panicked for two seconds and decided to stuff it back into the storage belt first.

Then--

Her expression was dull.

It was obviously just enough to fill it up before, so why can't I stuff it when I put it in again?

The knock on the door rang again.

She had no time to care about so much and piled up the rest under the soft couch.

She looked around and sure she could not see anything from outside the door, then ran to open the door, flashed out, closed the door again decisively, and looked at Chongyuan with some guilt.

Chongyuan stood there, wearing a complex snow-white brocade robe, with a luster of moonlight flowing. He was gently tied by the golden belt, making him look slender and noble and elegant.

His skin was shiny and faintly flowing, and his deep eyes seemed to flash with thousands of glazes of glass, just like a god coming to the world.

At this moment, he looked at her with a smile, as if seeing through everything she did in the study.

Su Qinwu was even more guilty and didn't dare to look at him: "Zhongyuan, why are you here?"

Chongyuan's eyes, which were as deep as abyss, narrowed slightly, lazy but sharp: "Qinwu, do you know what you look like now?"

Su Qinwu's heart skipped a beat and she looked up at him: "What do you think?"

Chongyuan said word by word: "It's like a man hiding in the room."

Su Qinwu: "...No! I'm not! I don't! Really!"

Chongyuan's thin lips curled slightly, and he acted to push the door: "Please go to the study room to sit?"

Su Qinwu blocked the door at the fastest speed in her life: "That... may not be very convenient today."

Chong Yuan stopped and asked leisurely: "Why?"

Su Qinwu faced him with a look that seemed to penetrate everything, and her expression was extremely embarrassed, but she lie with a thorn in the air: "I just slept on the soft couch and haven't been cleaned up yet."

She raised her eyes and glanced at him quietly. Seeing that his expression seemed to be indifferent, she said, "...my close-fitting clothes are still inside."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked her forehead.

The man's voice was as deep as agarwood: "...prosperity."

Su Qinwu: “…”

She also felt that she was so unpromising that she actually lied about such a trivial matter.

However, when she thought of his expression when he saw the messy floor, she thought it would be better to lie.

Chongyuan turned around and walked out.

Su Qinwu thought he was angry and was about to leave, so she quickly reached out to pull his sleeve: "Zhongyuan, wait, I didn't mean it!"
Chapter completed!