Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Ms. He’s daughter Awan also recognizes it, Luo Jiatang thought.

She grabbed the scissors.

Ms. He screamed twice, staring blankly around, and she started talking to herself.

"I want to cut Luo San's hair."

"They will beat her."

"Hair cut."

"The roses are blooming again... Luo San's hair will be cut."

She cast her gaze on Zhou Xufang's hair, muttered to herself, and beat the table with her hands.

Tang wanted to help her sit down and calm down in a low voice: "Mom, she is not Luo San. Luo San was called by Miss Second to water the flowers."

"Did you water the flowers?"

Don wanted to nod.

Ms. He stopped making trouble, and stopped beating the table, she lowered her head and muttered, "She is going to be beaten again."

"The little mute is going to be beaten again."

"The phone, I want to call the old man."

Tang Xiang called out "Second Aunt".

The lady boss immediately picked up the landline and called Ms. He over.

Tang Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, put the scissors away, and walked to Zhou Xufang's table: "I'm sorry, I scared you."

Zhou Xufang shook his head.

The wind blew the doorbell and rang twice. Jiang Zhi came in and asked: "What's the matter?"

"Jianzhi."

"Jianzhi."

The first one was called by Zhou Xufang, and the next one was called by Tang Xiang.

Oh, I recognize it.

Tang Xiang looked at Zhou Xufang a few times, nodded politely, and then looked at Jiang Zhi, "Don't you introduce me?"

Jiang Zhi sat down, concisely, just three words: "Zhou Xufang."

It is Zhou Xufang.

Not his girlfriend Zhou Xufang.

Zhou Xufang understood, this person, beware.

"Hello," Tang Xiang said with a light smile, "I am Tang Xiang."

Zhou Xufang looked up, expressionless: "Hello."

She is dressed in black, her face is cold, her eyes are wary, and she has a sentence written all over her body-don't talk to me, I'm not familiar with you.

"Just now Miss Zhou was mad," Tang wanted to apologize again, "I'm really sorry."

Zhou Xufang: "It's okay."

She is a cappuccino lip. As long as she squeezes her lips, she has a strong sense of distance. In addition, her advanced world-weary face still writes the same sentence in her eyebrows-don't talk to me, I'm not familiar with you.

What a weird person.

Tang wanted to take a look at the time: "I'm sorry, I'm going to lose company first."

Zhou Xufang nodded and said-please.

After Tang Xiang and her mother left, Zhou Xufang asked Jiang Zhi, "Who is she?"

Jiang Zhi poured a cup of hot water, washed the spoon, and then took his bowl of porridge over, picked out the shrimp and put it in the Zhou Xu spinning bowl: "Half Luo family."

No wonder Jiang Zhi was on guard.

Zhou Xufang also heard gossip on the set, Jiang Zhi and Luo's family seemed to have an antagonism.

She asked again: "Why is it half?"

"She, like her father, is a foreigner who was raised in the Luo family and served the Luo family."

In ancient times, it was called a slave.

In modern times, it is called a steward, but Tang thinks it is different. She not only manages the internal affairs, but also manages the Luo family's business, with great power at hand.

"Tang wants to be capable and skilled. The old man of the Luo family attaches great importance to her and calls her the righteous daughter of Luo Changde."

Zhou Xufang thinks that it is more than half of the Luo family.

"Who is Luo San?" She has a lot of questions today.

Jiang Zhi's action of picking the shrimp stopped for a moment: "Who told you Luo San?" His eyes were cold and swish, and he glanced at Ah Wan.

Ah night: "!"

Wrong!

"Just now Tang Xiang's mother called me Luo San."

That Ms. He is really sick, and her gender is unclear.

Jiang Zhi put the spoon down and drew a wet towel to wipe his hands: "He is the adopted son of the Luo family."

Zhou Xufang listened carefully, rarely being so curious.

Jiang Zhi licked his lips and was silent for a long time.

"Eight years ago, Luo's family caught fire and Luo San was burned to death." With his eyelashes hanging down, covering the emotion in his eyes, Jiang Zhi said, "Tang Xiang's father also died in the fire. After that, her mother It's mentally insane."

The intonation is very low.

The air pressure is also very low.

Zhou Xufang saw a large cloud in Jiang Zhi's eyes. Oh, she remembered. On the cruise ship, Luo Qinghe said that Luo San was Jiang Zhi's heart.

Now she is also the person on Jiang Zhi's heart, and Luo San is her ‘neighbor’.

She felt that she was going to be jealous soon. No, she couldn't be jealous. The "neighbors" had passed away, so she could no longer care about things and calm herself. Then she continued to ask Jiang Zhi: "Is the fire in Luo's house a natural disaster?"

"It's a man-made disaster."

Zhou Xufang fell into deep thought.

Jiang Zhi put the last piece of shrimp in her bowl: "Why are you curious about this?"

Zhou Xufang said: "I don't like Luo's family."

Luo Qinghe is a bad woman, and so is Luo Yinghe.

Jiang Zhi touched her serious face: "I don't like it either."

Look, what a match made in heaven she and Jiang Zhi, Zhou Xufang thought.

Jingbai City is the land boundary of the Lu family, the imperial capital. The seven-story building is located in the city center. The first to fourth floors are shopping malls, the fifth floor is a tea house and restaurant, and the sixth and seventh floors are clubs and movie theaters.

Zhou Qingran made an appointment in the teahouse on the fifth floor. At three o'clock, the other party arrived on time.

"Mr. Zhou."

The middle-aged man sat down and put the folder in his pocket: "In the fire eight years ago, the Luo family should have moved their hands and feet secretly, and all the people involved have been dealt with."

This man was from a professional errand company. Zhou Qingrang hired him to find out about the Luo family.

"Where is Luo San?" Zhou Qingrang opened the file bag.

The middle-aged man said: "Similar to what the Luo family said to the outside world, Luo San was adopted by Tang Guangji and his wife from their hometown. Except for the Luo family, only Tang Guangji's wife He Xiangxiu knew about Luo San." The middle-aged man looks very ordinary. , With glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Eight years ago, after Tang Guangji passed away, He Xiangxiu became insane."

Zhou Qingrang flipped through a few pages: "Help me find out who is paying for my hospitalization during my hospital stay."

The other party should: "Okay."

Zhou Qingrang drew a card from his wallet, put it on the table, drank the tea in the cup, and pushed the wheelchair out of the teahouse.

Because it is the weekend, there are many passers-by.

When the corridor was turning, the crutches he put in the wheelchair scratched someone. The person was talking on the phone, very annoyed, and cursed an swear word: "Damn, you don't have long eyes to walk!"

Zhou Qing asked to move the wheelchair to the farthest side and apologized in a low voice.

He was probably all dressed up, sitting in a wheelchair with his head down, and he was also very distinguished. The man who was hit was uncomfortable when he saw his suit and leather shoes. He touched the tattoo on his neck, and his tone was disdainful: "Legs Don’t come out to hinder others if it’s bad.

What an extravagance!

The man felt unlucky, and spit on the ground before he got rid of the problem, and continued to talk on the phone: "It's okay, unfortunately, I met a dead lame, you continue to say."

It was too painful to wear a prosthesis in the first two days.

Zhou Qing didn't wear it today. The left leg under the blanket was empty. He pulled the blanket, covered it, and pushed the wheelchair towards the elevator.

The elevator buttons were a little high, and he couldn't reach them.

One hand, a tender hand, pressed the key.

Then the girl's crisp voice: "Need my help?"

Zhou Qingrang raised his head: "No." He said, "Thank you."

The girl didn't say anything, and stood beside him.

When the elevator door opened, she walked in first and stood at the corner. Then Zhou Qing let in with his wheelchair, his back facing her.

She could see his straight back when she lowered her head.

Zhou Qingrang.

Zhou Qingrang.

Zhou Qing——

When reciting silently the third time, the person in the wheelchair turned his head: "Hello."

Lu Sheng was taken aback, and then he stammered for a while and said, "You, you, hello."

He was gentle and asked politely: "Your umbrella is still with me. Is it convenient to tell me your address?"

address? !

"what?"

Lu Sheng followed her father in the mall when she was a teenager. She has never seen anything before. Her name, Miss Lu Er, is well known in the imperial capital.

No one has ever seen her so nervous to swallow her saliva.

"Last month, outside the Tingyu Tower," Zhou Qing asked patiently to explain, "You have not returned the umbrella you borrowed from me."

The voice of the broadcast host is unique.

Some very common sentences, slowly pronounced by him, are very beautiful.

Lu Sheng still remembered the first time he heard Zhou Qingrang’s voice. At that time, she had only one idea to pack this person up and tell her stories by her bedside. Later, when she saw his person, her mind changed. Now, she is going to coax this person and hide in the bed.

She lost her temper, her eyes were rounded, and her excited expression was not hidden: "Do you remember me?"

Zhou Qingrang said: "Remember."

Her eyes were clear and translucent, and she blinked twice quickly, and said, "My address is not convenient to say." Today, she wore a black professional suit, and her makeup was also very capable, that is... she couldn't hold the corners of her mouth and laughed. It's a little girl, "Can you give me your number? I can go to the radio to get it by myself."

She knew he worked on the radio.

Zhou Qing's eyebrows were sharp, and his eyes were pale when he saw people: "Do you recognize me?"

Lu Sheng nodded: "Well, I am your fan."

He smiled and said, "Okay." Taking out the banknotes from the glove box next to the wheelchair armrest, he wrote a string of numbers and handed it to her, "Trouble."

Lu Sheng: "No trouble!"

It just so happened that the elevator reached the first floor.

After Zhou Qing let his head nod, he got out of the elevator first. After that, Lu Sheng didn't feel ashamed to follow him directly, and pretended to go to the information desk.

"Second Elementary——"

Lu Sheng hissed, and the young lady at the front desk hurriedly shut up, only to see their little boss in Beijing Baicheng quietly following, and after looking at the glass for a long time, she turned back reluctantly.

Secretary Yang Xiu just came here.

Lu Sheng smoothed the hair in his ear and asked, "Where is the person?"

The aura suddenly changed.

The title of the little demon in the business world is not for nothing, Yang Xiu carefully replied: "On the second floor."

She raised her foot to the second floor, and Yang Xiu followed. In the elevator, she said abruptly: "The elevator buttons in the mall are too high."

"I will arrange for someone to modify it."

"ASAP."

There are lounges on each floor of the mall, and only VIP customers who spend over a million a year can enter and exit. At this moment, the lounge on the second floor has been cleared, and there are people guarding outside the door.

No one arrives, footsteps arrive first.

The two men stood straight at the door and bowed their heads: "Second Miss."

She hummed, went into the lounge, took off her coat and threw it to the female secretary: "Where is the person?"

The female secretary winked, and the security went into the house, took the person out, and pushed him on the sofa.

"Who are you?"

The pressed man, with a tattoo on his neck, was trembling with his hands and feet, still struggling.

The security and secretary of a house were silent.

Lu said: "Teach you to be a person." She took a bottle of red wine and walked over, because she was really young, and she didn't speak quickly or slowly, as if she was talking, "Be polite when you go out. Your parents haven't taught you? "

The tattooed man kicked and struggled, and Yang Xiu kicked him straight over and kicked him honestly.

"The crip?"

The young girl smiled.

She adjusted the red wine bottle in her hand, and knocked the mouth of the bottle on the man's head. She smiled and asked, "Who gives you a sense of superiority and dares to scold him for being lame."

The last word is mentioned at the end, with a sharp edge.

"me--"

Before finishing talking, the wine bottle fell.

"Huh!"

There is gas in the wine, and there is a loud noise when it bursts.

The red wine and glass **** splashed the man's face. He was already frightened and looked at the depression in the corner of the table that was smashed by the red wine bottle.

Of course, no one was hit.

She Lu Sheng is a serious businessman who doesn't do anything illegal. She threw away the half-broken wine bottle in her hand, took a tissue to wipe her hands, and sat on the sofa: "People haven't gone far yet. , Go down and apologize, if he doesn't forgive you, I will kill you."

"I, I..."

Speechless, the man shivered and crawled out desperately.

Lu Sheng threw the wiped tissues into the trash can, and made a sigh of relief: Humph, really not scared.

"Second Miss." Yang Xiu took the phone and stepped forward, "Master Xinglan's call."

She took it.

"brother."

The voice over the phone was lazy, as if not awake: "Who is Zhou Qingrang?"

Lu Sheng sat upright and glanced at the people in the room: "Who is going to chew your tongue again?"

Who dares?

"Just now I ran into someone from the TV station at the dinner table and told me that Zhou Qingrang would be transferred back to the TV station soon." He didn't rush, "Tell me, who is Zhou Qingrang?"

Now that she knew it, she was too lazy to tweak: "It's the person I like."

Speaking of Zhou Qingrang, she was excited and her expression was very vivid.

There was a long silence on the phone.

"You are fourteen years old, and one leg is amputated, and the other leg is almost limping." Lu Xinglan shouted directly by name, "Lu Sheng."

When his tone was serious, Lu Sheng was shocked.

"Our family has no discernment, but as your husband," the tone is beyond doubt, "at least good health."

Lu Sheng curled his lips: "You're still picking and choosing, no one knows who I am." Her tone was frustrated, but she was dissatisfied, because she hadn't won her favor yet.

Lu Xinglan laughed softly: "You mean, are you still unrequited love? You—"

The words broke suddenly.

Lu Sheng shouted: "Brother."

"brother?"

No one answered her.

After a while, the person on the phone was changed, and it was Lu Xinglan's accompanying secretary: "Second Miss, Master Xinglan is asleep again."

Lu Sheng: "..."

Her brother's narcolepsy is getting worse.

After hanging up the phone, she got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked downstairs. She has mild nearsightedness. She doesn't like to wear glasses, so she squinted to look at the downstairs.

As expected, Zhou Qingrang did not go far. There were too many people this weekend and his wheelchair moved very slowly.

"Mr!"

"Sir, wait!"

Zhou Qing let back: "Something?"

It was the man who scolded him for being lame.

The man was sweating profusely, there were uncleaned red wine on his face and neck, and blood stains from a few glass slags. He was very embarrassed and panicked.

He ran over and squatted: "I, I came to apologize, I was sorry just now."

Zhou Qing let Duan sit in a wheelchair and said nothing.

The man glanced at the second floor of the mall, then immediately retracted his gaze in a panic, then knelt down, folded his hands together, and squeezed out two lines of tears: "It's all because I have eyes but no knowledge of Taishan, my mouth is cheap, and I have no quality. "

"I'm sorry, sir, I know I was wrong. I will never discriminate against the disabled in the future, and I will never be arrogant anymore. Please don't remember the villain."

It's almost kowtow.

Zhou Qing asked silently to look at the man kneeling on the ground.

"Sir, then you..." The man looked earnestly, with a panic expression, "Did you forgive me?" The big beads of sweat rolled down without money, and he trembled, "If you don't forgive me, I will, I will ——"

The man gritted his teeth: "I can't kneel forever!"

A big man knelt on the road, and soon attracted the attention of passers-by.

Zhou Qing asked to push the wheelchair to the side of the road, try not to block the passage, and said to the man: "Get up."

He was still kneeling: "Then you forgive me?"

Zhou Qing let his head nod.

The man was grateful and tears burst out: "You are such a good person."

Zhou Qingrang: "..." Somewhat funny.

in the afternoon.

Zhou Xufang sent seven takeaway orders. Jiang Zhi refused to rest and had to follow. After a long period of cold wind blowing on the electric car, Zhou Xufang posted eight warm babies on his body for fear of freezing him.

In the evening, Jiang Zhi sent her home, but Maybach stopped outside Yuquan Bay and did not drive into the community.

Zhou Xufang said it was very cold at night and asked him to go home quickly.

"Zhou Xufang."

When Jiang Zhi has a temper, he likes to call her first and last name.

Zhou Xufang tilted his head to look at him: "Huh?"

Forget it, let's not talk about her, he kissed her **** the face, and then stopped after she blushed: "Go to bed early, and I will pick you up at eight tomorrow morning."

"it is good."

After she promised, Jiang Zhi grabbed her hand as soon as she was about to push the car door, her tone was dissatisfied, and a little bit grumble: "Zhou Xufang, you are too sticky to me."

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