Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"There is surveillance around here. You can't run too fast. They drive motorcycles and you won't be able to use them."

In broad daylight, what does it look like for lone men and widows to be so close!

Ming Yanghua glanced at Zhou Xufang, and she looked more and more like the black impermanent adult who was pretending to be a ghost... while she was looking at it, Jiang Zhi blocked his sight.

"No thanks?" Jiang Zhi reminded, "My girlfriend just gave you a hand."

girlfriend?

The girl who delivered the food? !

Ming Yanghua remembered that he had seen this girl several times, one size for one size, regardless of whether she was a liar or not, she did give him a hand just now.

"Thanks."

He looked straight behind Jiang Zhi.

Relying on his height advantage, Jiang Zhi hid his girlfriend tightly, with an expression of "You can get out, you get out, why don't you get out?"

This anti-thief look is really inexplicable, why, afraid of him stealing people? !

Mingyanghua shakes her head decisively and leaves.

"Zhou Qingrang."

"Zhou Qingrang."

Lu Sheng yelled a few words before Zhou Qingrang turned around.

She wanted to ask him why he was staring at Zhou Xufang, but she had no question: "I'll see you off, I'll be on the way when I drove here."

Zhou Qing asked Zhou Xufang, who was on the other side of the road, to look at Zhou Xufang again, then walked outside the funeral parlour with a cane, and said, "No, thank you."

He thanked her again, with a polite and estranged tone, as if deliberately keeping a distance from her.

Lu Sheng was very lost.

He had hired a taxi and said goodbye to her while sitting in the car. He only said the word ‘goodbye’ without calling her name.

She wanted to rush forward, she wasn't afraid of stalking, she was just afraid to annoy him: "Then be careful on the way."

He nodded and reported the address to the driver.

The taxi drove away, and she was still standing on the side of the road, like a statue, hoping there.

"Lu Sheng."

"Lu Sheng!"

Lu Shenghun was called back, turned around and was startled: "Grandma, why are you here?"

There was a car parked behind her. The car was very ordinary, with hundreds of thousands of means of transportation, nothing special. The old lady sitting in the back seat was also plainly dressed, with white hair and wrinkles, which is what an old man of that age should have. The only difference is the eyes. No matter how the years are baptized, it can't cover the calmness of the vicissitudes of life.

It is the old lady of the Lu family, her boudoir is Lin Qiunan.

Nan Qiunan and Bei Jiuru are talking about her and the old lady of the Jiang family, both of whom were well-known beauties when they were young.

"I was passing by, who was it just now?"

Lu Sheng thought for a while, without hiding: "The person I like."

Mrs. Lu has eaten more than 50 years of salt than her, how can she not tell: "Unrequited love?"

Lu Sheng: "..."

Do you always want to be so sharp-eyed?

She asked the driver to drive the car to the side, don't stand in the way, and asked casually: "How are people?"

Lu Sheng replied: "The person is very good."

"how old are you?"

"thirty-seven."

Mrs. Lu frowned, "I'm a bit older."

Lu Sheng immediately said: "Ageing age hurts people."

This is also protected.

The old lady in the car smiled and looked at the little girl outside the car: "Aren't you unrequited love? Will he hurt people, you know?"

Lu Sheng: "..."

She just knows that the person she likes is the most gentle person in the world. It was only after too much hardship and turbulence that she became cold.

"What do you do?"

"Newscast host."

"I don't think he has good legs."

Lu Sheng nodded: "Yeah."

Mrs. Lu guessed it, and directly called: "Is it Zhou Qingrang?"

"Do you know him too?"

"I heard it."

The person is good, but the body is not good.

Mrs. Lu didn't see the joy or anger on her face. She was used to seeing the wind and waves, and was not surprised at everything: "If you just want to play, don't provoke others."

Lu Sheng rushed and said, "I'm serious." Her eyes were firm, without hesitation.

She lived confidently for more than 20 years, and then met Zhou Qingrang, a person who made her want to be desperate but at a loss.

When she stuttered in front of him for the first time, she knew that this person was a robbery in her smooth twenty years.

Mrs. Lu understood the meaning of the little girl in her family. Without saying anything else, she said: "He is more than a round older than you. Don't be too naive. Use more snacks."

Lu Sheng was surprised: "Are you not against?"

"If I oppose you will give up?"

She categorically said: "No."

Mrs. Lu glanced at her, her tone a little bit irritable: "Then what's the use of my objection." She was like her, and she didn't know what kind of temper it was.

Lu Sheng smiled: "Thank you, grandma."

"Don't be too happy too early, people don't like you again."

Lu Sheng: "..."

She was gloomy when she was originally ecstatic.

"Is that Jiang Zhi?" Mrs. Lu looked across the road.

Lu Sheng also glanced at him: "Well, his girlfriend is next to him."

"It really looks like his mother."

It was the first time Lu Sheng heard of Jiang Zhi's mother, only knowing that he had passed away early: "Have you seen his mother?"

Mrs. Lu snorted, "If it wasn't for your second uncle's early death, what would happen to Jiang Weixuan." Refusing to mention it, she told the driver, "Old Liu, drive."