Zhao Dong thought something had happened and hurriedly stepped forward.
What caught his eye was a man, shirtless and thin, with a large tattoo on his chest that made him disgusted.
Unspeakable emotions, and a situation that I never expected!
Why are there other men in the apartment Meng Jiao rents?
Moreover, this man was dressed casually, as if he had just taken a shower.
Is it possible that Meng Jiao already has a boyfriend and is living with him?
Just as he was thinking about it, Meng Jiao had already entered the room.
Zhao Dong stood at the door with his suitcase in hand. The atmosphere was awkward. He could neither enter nor stop.
Fortunately, another woman's voice soon came from the room, "Hey, Sister Jiao, why did you come back so early today?"
Meng Jiao explained, "It's early to finish work today."
As she said that, she glanced at Zhao Dong who was following behind her, and said expressionlessly: "Come in!"
Only then did Zhao Dong bite the bullet and enter the house.
In the living room, a woman had a towel wrapped around her head, one foot on the coffee table, and she was applying nail polish.
Her posture was not elegant, and when she saw Zhao Dong, she didn't mean to avoid it too much.
The woman teased: "Hey, Sister Jiao, is this your boyfriend? He's quite interesting. I've never heard of you talking about him before. When did we meet?"
Meng Jiao smiled and walked towards the innermost bedroom without explaining.
The man took out his cigarette and looked at Meng Jiao's back, with a flash of fire in his eyes.
Zhao Dong raised his eyebrows, stepped forward to stop his gaze, and followed him into the corridor.
In the corridor, I met another woman.
Only then did Zhao Dong realize that it should be an apartment shared by three people, but the environment here was really not that good.
It was hard for him to imagine how a delicate woman like Meng Jiao could live here?
Come in.
Meng Jiao's bedroom is not big, about seven or eight square meters, with a bunk bed and a dressing table.
Apart from that, there is no furniture at all.
The room is simple, but very tidy, neatly arranged and without any clutter.
Every detail has been carefully decorated.
The room was filled with a faint fragrance, as if it were a different world from the outside.
Meng Jiao didn't look back, "Close the door!"
Zhao Dong closed the door and found a place to put the suitcase.
The room is indeed not big, and after placing the suitcases, there is not much room to move around.
He looked around the room. Meng Jiao must have lived in the lower bunk, which was covered with a pair of pink quilts.
It was empty, with some sundries and toiletries placed there, and it obviously didn't look like it was occupied.
Zhao Dong turned his eyes back and was about to say something when his whole body suddenly froze.
At some point, Meng Jiao had already taken off her coat.
When he looked over, Meng Jiao was unbuttoning her shirt.
The clothes slipped off the shoulders, exposing most of the snow-white shoulders, and even the underwear was clearly visible.
Zhao Dong was startled, turned around quickly, looked away and said, "What are you doing?"
Meng Jiao ignored her and continued to unbutton her clothes. When she turned around, she only had two pieces of underwear left on her body.
The skin is dazzlingly white.
Perfect figure, no flaws at all,
The winding curves and arcs are enough to drive any man crazy.
Zhao Dong didn't dare to look at it at this moment.
Meng Jiao stepped forward and pressed, "Zhao Dong, what are you hiding from?"
"You have put so much effort into being a hero today, saving the beauty, and sending me home. Isn't that just for this?"
"Now that I'm naked and standing in front of you, why are you still hesitating?"
Zhao Dong was embarrassed, "Sister Jiao, you misunderstood!"
Meng Jiao was dumbfounded, "Misunderstanding?"
"What did I misunderstand?"
"Then tell me, you are a married man, why are you pestering me like this?"
"Isn't it to get my person?"
"Zhao Dong, don't deny it, otherwise you will be too hypocritical!"
Zhao Dong solemnly said: "You really misunderstood, I don't have any purpose, I just want to help you!"
Meng Jiao seemed to have heard a joke, "Help me?"
"When I needed your help the most, Zhao Dong, where were you?"
"Don't answer the phone, avoid me!"
"Now that I have fallen into such a state of desperation, you come here again and again to provoke me and disturb my life!"
"You were afraid that Sophie would misunderstand, so you avoided me. Why are you jumping out now?"
"Zhao Dong, let me tell you, I, Meng Jiao, don't care about you!"
"Are you stalking me so hard just to get my person and make up for the regret of not getting it in the first place?"
"I will help you today, but please hurry up. I will be busy later and won't have time to accompany you!"
"After you're done, please don't bother me again."
"From now on, we owe nothing to each other!"
Zhao Dong squinted his eyes, feeling uncontrollably agitated.
From Meng Jiao's few words, he guessed something.
Meng Jiao did call, but at that time, he and Sophie were preparing to move to their old house in Jiangbei.
He was also determined to keep a distance from Meng Jiao, so he deliberately avoided her.
But who would have thought that such a change would happen?
The more Zhao Dong thought about it, the more guilty he became. He felt so depressed that he had nowhere to vent his anger. Finally, he punched the wall hard!
Meng Jiao didn't appreciate it, "Zhao Dong, you don't need to look like this to me."
"You never owe me anything, and I don't need you to compensate me for anything."
"What are you afraid of if you keep silent?"
"Don't worry, I won't tell Sophie, let alone make you responsible!"
"If you think I'm dirty, just wait a minute and I'll clean it up!"
With that said, she put on a bathrobe and went out.
Zhao Dong was in a rare panic, "I'm sorry, I'll come back to you another day."
With that said, he strode away without looking back.
Meng Jiao stood there, dazed for a while. After Zhao Dong left for a while, she felt relieved and began to cry.
The crying became louder and louder, feeling aggrieved and helpless.
…
After leaving Meng Jiao, Zhao Dong could not calm down for a long time.
Back in the car, I turned on the music, turned up the volume, and lit another cigarette.
One cigarette after another, until half a pack of cigarettes was finished, his mood eased.
Zhao Dong admitted that there was indeed a relationship between him and Meng Jiao, which seemed to be budding.
But the relationship with Sophie is not fake, and it is even worse!
He is not philanthropic. He already has a woman in his heart, so how can he provoke another one?
Therefore, he was destined to owe Meng Jiao something.
Is it really like Meng Jiao said, ignoring her and letting her fend for herself?
Zhao Dong couldn't do it no matter what.
I don’t know what to do, so I can only ignore it for the time being.
As if escaping, Zhao Dong put aside those messy thoughts and drove to a nearby bakery.
I ordered one of Meng Jiao’s favorite desserts and bread, brought a cup of Starbucks coffee, and returned to the rented apartment.
One trip and one trip, plus the time spent in the car dazed, nearly two hours passed.
When Zhao Dong knocked on the door again, it took a while before someone opened the door.
When the woman saw Zhao Dong, her face was full of surprise, "It's you? Why are you back?"