Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

88-1 The Tutor Who Strayed into a Wolf's Den

Chapter 88 The Tutor Who Strayed into a Wolf's Den

It was five in the evening.

A heavy thunderstorm descended from the condensed clouds, taking away the stuffy heat and humidity that had clung to the body due to the hot summer weather. The ground was covered with small puddles of varying depths.

Wheels, wheels.

Under the thick black umbrella that blocked the heavy rain, a pair of thin straight legs walked a clean path as if they were disgusted with the dirt. Some rain accidentally splashed on the calves, reflecting the wet light in the hollows behind the knees.

Xue Yu carried a suitcase full of belongings and stood in front of a gray residential building in the rain, dazedly recalling the room number the landlord had told him on the phone.

... Was it 301, or 310?

It seemed to be 301, but it also seemed to be 310.

Never mind, if he went the wrong way, he'd just change rooms. Anyway, it was between these two.

Xue Yu pressed the elevator button, intending to go to 301 first.

This residential building is full of rich people, and every piece of land is worth a lot of money. It looks like it has nothing to do with the poor people like the original owner. Thanks to his bargaining with the landlord, he had the opportunity to move in.

Once Xue Yu thought of the balance in his wallet, he felt sad and wanted to cry. He was more determined to live in this house. There was no better place than here.

Due to his job, the landlord could not prepare three meals a day. The original owner used the benefits of contracting his three meals in exchange for the landlord's preliminary consent. But before the contract is signed, nothing can be said for sure.

Xue Yu exhaled lightly twice and rang the doorbell.

With the gentle breeze blowing, the door was opened by a tall man.

Xue Yu has no ability to distinguish appearance, but the man should not be ugly.

Thin lips, deep spine grooves tucked into the middle of the shoulder blades, arms outside the short T-shirt can carry dozens of pounds of barbells without breathing, hormones are soaring, but his eyebrows and eyes have a kind of elegance and eliteness immersed in politics.

"Who?" The man's voice was low and hoarse, as if the air in his chest could not support him to speak, and the tail of each word was hollow, as if he was drunk.

From Xue Yu's perspective, the empty bottles scattered on the table proved this point.

The man held the door handle, and there was a sense of emptiness in his eyes, as if he could not find the focus. Are drunk people like this? Xue Yu didn't know.

There was a little surprise in his eyes, not because of the man's appearance or anything else. When he talked to the landlord on the phone in the afternoon, the other party's lazy and sloppy tone was very inconsistent with the person in front of him.

Maybe people can't be judged by their voices.

Xue Yu wiped the water from his lips, deliberately raised his chin with a proper arc, and pretended to be clumsy arrogance: "Hello, I contacted you on the phone this afternoon. I wanted to see if the house is suitable..."

His slender eyes were faintly red, and his voice was soft. The word arrogance had nothing to do with him. The result of forcing it was that his fingers curled up and his expression was guilty, as if someone was being rude to him in return.