It's already seven o'clock when Chen Hao comes back from exercising in the playground. He goes back to his new bedroom downstairs and changes his clothes. As soon as he gets out of the bedroom, he meets Xia Jing, who goes upstairs to ask him to have breakfast.

"Well, why don't you live in the master bedroom upstairs, in this one?" Xia Jing was a little puzzled.

"Well, I wanted to sleep downstairs yesterday. It's human nature to like to try new things." Chen Hao casually found an empty reason to prevaricate.

Chen Hao also came to the stairs, ready to go downstairs for breakfast.

But at this time Xia Jing suddenly body meal, nose doubt everywhere smell, soon a grasp of Chen Hao's arm.

"What for?" Chen Hao asked.

Xia Jing, like a police dog, sniffs Chen Hao's body carefully, and finally focuses her eyes on Chen Hao's arm. Here she smells the fragrance of women's cosmetics, which are still relatively cheap.

Xia Jing suddenly gets angry, as if she is wearing a green hat. She gets up early to prepare a delicate breakfast for Chen Hao. As a result, Chen Hao is so good that she has to carry her all night with other women.

Because last night when they were playing games together, Xia Jing clearly remembers that Chen Hao didn't have this kind of fragrance. It must have been contaminated at night.

Xia Jing immediately thinks that Zhou Xitong is coming. She rushes to the bedroom downstairs and pushes the door. She finds that the quilts are stacked neatly and other things are neat. It doesn't look like a woman has lived.

"Strange? There can't be nobody, there must be ghosts! "

Xia Jing is suspicious. The more she thinks about it, the more wrong it is. Things don't seem so simple.

As the saying goes, if something goes wrong, it's a demon. Chen Hao has a fragrance on her body, and if she changes her bedroom, it's definitely tricky. Her Sherlock Holmes like insight starts instantly, and she stares at the master bedroom upstairs. She feels that the secret is buried in it. She rushes upstairs in a few steps.

Chen Hao was worried when he saw it. There was a female Xia in the master bedroom, Chen Heng, sleeping in a flower dance and jade style. If Xia Jing found out, it would be yellow mud falling on his crotch. He couldn't explain why. He hurried forward to stop it.

"Hey, wait a minute, I have something to talk to you!" Chen Hao is chasing after him.

However, Xia Jing wants to catch the traitor more than anything else. Heavy footsteps ring out in a series. Before Chen Hao stops her, she pushes the door of the master bedroom upstairs.

With a bang, the door opened wide, and Xia Jing was stunned.

"Listen to me, it's not what you think!"

As soon as Chen Hao sees that things are going to be worse, he hastens to settle down and holds Xia Jing in order to avoid direct conflict with the flower dance inside.

But when he came to the door, he was stunned. The bed was a little messy, but there was no one on it.

"Hoo." Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Huawu didn't know when to leave ahead of time, avoiding a crisis.

Xia Jing's sharp eyes swept the whole room like an eagle. She believed her intuition that women must have lived in this room.

She came to the bedside in a few steps and put her hand into the quilt, showing a "sure" expression. The quilt was warm, indicating that someone had just slept here.

She sniffed the quilt and confirmed that it was the same fragrance as Chen Hao's hands. This woman must have been sleeping in this bed yesterday. Then she went down to look for someone under the bed, in the wardrobe, behind the door and so on, but she got nothing.

"What are you looking for? How can there be someone in my room?" Chen Hao is confident that whether Huawu just left or left ahead of time, Xia Jing will never find her with her Kung Fu.

"Then explain why the quilt is warm and has the fragrance of cosmetics?" Xia Jing raised her head and asked.

Xia Jing suddenly thought of what the fragrance was and blurted out: "it's the taste of Dabao SOD honey. I used it when I was a child. I remember it clearly!"

But then she began to doubt herself. The supermarket only sold a bottle for about ten yuan. Now, where are women using Dabao? Most of them are using big brands for the sake of beauty. It's too cheap to buy a bottle. Xia Jing can't imagine what kind of woman she is. Is she a thrifty middle-aged and old woman?

As soon as this idea came into being, Xia Jing felt even worse than an old woman. Chen Hao didn't ask her to come to bed at night.

As soon as Xia Jing was about to attack, Chen Hao cleared his throat and said with a relaxed look: "you think too much. There is no one else in this house except me. You are in charge of our Chinese garden. There are security guards at the door and monitoring in the courtyard. Can you not know the outsiders coming in?"

"So it is."

Xia Jing blinked kazilan's big eyes. She felt as if she was too sensitive. It was really impossible for outsiders to come in and hide from everyone. As for the model girls living in the garden, it was impossible. Every three of them lived in a room and could supervise each other. They were simple and could not do such disgusting things as climbing into Chen Hao's bed in the middle of the night.

Think of here, Xia Jing burning jealousy gradually extinguished.

As for the fragrance of Dabao, it can be explained that men don't like to use cosmetics. The cheap and easy-to-use Dabao is the most common skin care product for straight men. It's good to apply it in winter to prevent skin dryness. When Xia Jing went to university, many boys in the class used Dabao, which is in sharp contrast to the girls who take good care of themselves.