Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

knock! knock! knock!

"Please come in."

The assistant opened the door and came in: "Ms. Zhou, a guest outside is looking for you."

Zhou Qing let the press release down and took the crutches out.

It was a lady who came to see him. She was dressed in ordinary clothes and had an extraordinary temperament. Seeing him coming, she got up from her seat and said, "Hello, I am Lu Sheng's mother."

It is the wife of the Lu family, Ms. Yao Tourmaline.

Zhou Qing asked back: "Hello."

From a closer look, it's even Younger Pian Pian, who has a good cultivation, but it's a pity...

Yao Tourxi glanced at his crutches, fearing that he would be inconvenient to stand, and sat down casually: "I'm sorry, I just took the liberty to come over."

"It doesn't matter." He was very polite and thoughtful, and asked, "Do you have tea?"

"Stop drinking."

He just sat down and put the crutches on his right hand side, and he couldn't see it when he was standing. Sitting in this way, the prosthesis on his left leg looked slightly unnatural.

Yao Tourmaline picked up the boiled water on the table and drank a small cup without opening his mouth. The hand holding the water cup changed back and forth several times.

She has nothing to say.

Zhou Qingren could see that she was embarrassed, so he spoke first, with a gentle tone: "It's not a problem, you can speak straight." In fact, he guessed what she was going to say.

Yao Tourma puts the cup back: "Our voice seems to like you very much."

He did not answer the conversation and listened quietly.

"It's the first time she likes someone when she grows up." This is the first time that she, a mother, saw her begging for help with tears, "I should have been happy--"

Yao Tourma couldn't continue.

Needless to say the following words.

Zhou Qingran responded, but he was still calm: "I understand what you mean."

"Sorry Teacher Zhou."

Yao Tourmael was a little bit confused, with her hands folded on her legs in a loss.

He shook his head, frankly and peacefully, without a trace of resentment or injustice in his eyes: "It doesn't matter, I have the same idea as you, and I am not suitable for Lu Sheng, and it is impossible."

He does not blame others, and accepts all prejudices.

Yao Tourmael was distressed and sad, and her eyes were red: "I'm sorry." She kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, Teacher Zhou."

She admired him, so from the moment she came in, she respected him as Teacher Zhou. He is a very good person, worthy of the joy of many girls, but she is also a mother, always partial to her children.

"No need to apologize," he said, "Nothing."

She is doing evil.

He did not complain, but in turn comforted her.

Yao Tourmaline only feels embarrassed to see the poor: "It's not your problem, it's me." She is selfish, "I hope that our family can find someone who is healthy and who will stay with her for a long time. I hope she suffers less sin and suffering, just like an ordinary person, find an ordinary person to marry and have children."

What he understands, he understands: "Yes, it will be as you think." She will find a healthy and long-lived person to live a simple life.

"Sorry……"

The voice choked, she knew the elders and apologized over and over again.

Zhou Qing asked patiently to reply again and again: "It doesn't matter."

It doesn't matter how it is, everyone's heart grows in flesh.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, we must record and broadcast in advance.

The assistant came over to ask Zhou Qingrang: "Ms. Zhou."

He sat quietly and looked up: "Huh?"

"It's about to start recording, are you ready?"

He shook his head and rarely said, "I'm not ready yet, can you wait for me for five minutes?"

"can."

He got up and leaned on a cane to pour a glass of water. The drawers contained his commonly used medicine. He took out the medicine bottle, poured two white pills in his palm, and swallowed it with water.

The palm of his hand was broken and pinched by his fingertips.

After standing for a while, he put the medicine back in place, and went out on crutches: "It's time to start."

It was that night when Lu Sheng drank a lot of wine, was almost drunk, lying on the table at home without crying or making trouble, so he kept talking.

"brother."

"Yeah." Lu Xinglan sat opposite her, neither drinking with her nor stopping her from drinking. He was wearing a black shirt with the buttons buttoned to the top.

A person with a normal aura of two meters and eight meters, drunk like a child, squeezed tears in grievances, and wanted to cry without crying: "I am broken in love."

Lu Xinglan drank his water: "I know."

She took a bottle of foreign wine and poured it into her mouth. The wine spilled her face and said: "You don't know." She mumbled and complained drunkly, "What do you know, you don't know anything, you know you sleep. "

I knew Lu Xinglan who was sleeping: "Don't drink it."

She held the wine bottle and didn’t let go: “I’m going to drink it, let me drink it to death.” She raised her head, looked at the chandelier on the top, and said to herself, “I’m going to drink it to death. I took my body to Zhou Qing and let it go home. I will die at his home, and I will bury it at his home."

nonsense!

Lu Xinglan took her wine bottle away: "Speak nonsense again and stun you."

Really fainted, no kidding.

Lu Sheng was robbed of the wine bottle, dissatisfied, dragging a soft and waxy tone, tirelessly shouting: "Brother...brother...brother."

It's like a soul.

Lu Xinglan heard it irritably, "Stop screaming, I'm so annoyed." He pinched his eyebrows and felt sleepy.

Lu Sheng stopped screaming, and planted his head on his shoulder, grunting, as if talking in a dream: "I really like him, I like him very much..."

"understood."

She groaned for a while and then became quiet.

Lu Xinglan didn't get enough sleep and was lazy. He poked the **** the shoulder in the head: "Lu Sheng."

She was silent and fell asleep.

He drank her half a glass of wine. The alcohol was very strong. He was awakened by the stimulation for a while, picked her up and left the house.

Because of his sleepiness, he couldn't drive. The family provided him with a driver. He was a young guy named Xiaobei.

Xiaobei went to help and came to the door of the back seat, and yawned and asked, "Master, where are you going at this late hour?"

Lu Xinglan carried Lu Sheng into the car, and sat in with him: "I sent you the address, I will sleep for a while, and wake me up when it comes."

"Oh."

Xiaobei ate a piece of mint-flavored chewing gum, and then went in and drove when he was completely awake. After a while, the people in the back seat fell asleep.

I can really sleep. I have never seen him sleep like this.

I heard it was a disease.

The address was in an old-fashioned community, and it took more than 40 minutes to drive. By that time, Lu Xinglan hadn't woke up, so Xiaobei parked the car.

"Master."

no response.

Xiaobei said again: "Master."

The people behind still didn't respond.

Well, I can't wake up.

Xiaobei sat in the main driver and waited, waited and waited, waited and waited, and waited for four hours.

Lu Xinglan woke up naturally when he fell asleep, stretched his waist, moved his sore neck, tidyed up his clothes, and looked like a decent old cadre, but his voice was dumb: "What time is it?"

Xiaobei replied, "It's one o'clock in the morning, Master."

Lu Xinglan glanced at his watch, it was so late: "Why don't you wake me up?"

"..." Xiaobei was wronged, "I called, I can't wake up."

You can't wake up forcibly, after all, sleepiness is also a disease.

Lu Xinglan yawned, hugged Lu Sheng, placed it at the door of Zhou Qingrang's house, put it on the ground, then rang the doorbell, and then turned to leave.

What is this for?

Xiaobei couldn't understand: "Master, what are you?"

Lu Xinglan got into the car and closed the windows: "Don't make a noise."

Xiaobei shut up, thinking, what is the cause of the young master?

This is another residence of Zhou Qingrang. Most of the people living in the community are colleagues from the TV station, one by one, and it is quiet at night.

After a while, Zhou Qingrang came out on crutches. He was surprised when he saw the person sleeping at the door.

"Lu Sheng."

"Lu Sheng."

Zhou Qing called twice, but he did not wake up, he smelled a heavy smell of alcohol.

There was wind at night, and the person sleeping on the ground shivered and murmured a dream.

Zhou Qing asked to take off his coat, put it on her, and stood on one foot. He looked at her and made a call for a long time: "Sorry, I disturbed you so late."

"It's okay." It was Xu Jinlin, the director of the TV station. He asked, "What's wrong?"

"Can you give me the contact information of the Lu family?" Zhou Qing let me know that Xu Jinlin and the Lu family have a very good relationship.

Forty minutes later, it was Lu Jingsong and his wife who came to pick him up.

Lu Jingsong was taken aback when he saw his baby girl sleeping at the door of someone else's house, and ran over quickly: "Sound, sound."

Lu Sheng was so drunk that he couldn't wake up.

Yao Tourmaline shouted: "Lu Sheng!"

Still can't wake up.

Lu Jingsong was worried: "What's wrong with our baby? Why are you lying in front of someone else's house?"

Yao Tourmaline was too lazy to explain to her husband and urged: "Don't carry her into the car yet."

"Oh." Lu Jingsong hurriedly carried his baby girl into the car.

Yao Tourma took out her mobile phone and gave Zhou Qingrang a thank you.

When the car drove far away, the door opened. Zhou Qingrang stood at the door, looking at the distance, but did not return for a long time.

In the car, Lu Xinglan commented: "This is a **** fool."