Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

She is in her early twenties, she is heroic and beautiful, but she has an aura, and few people fear her.

Such arrogance and arrogance, she asked, whose site is this.

Luo Qinghe smiled but didn't smile, and didn't get angry: "You belong to the Lu family."

The Tingyu Tower in this imperial capital belongs to the Lu Family.

Lu Sheng's Beijing accent is not very heavy, but the accent is correct. She said: "Then you get out of here now."

A flat and straightforward sentence, which is not so audible of anger, is an aura of crushing people.

Luo Qinghe smiled coldly: "For that cripple?"

Lame.

The two words chilled Lu Sheng's eyes completely: "Say it again."

With such a posture, I am afraid that she will curse again, this Lu Er will not forgive.

Zhou Qingrang, Zhou Qingrang, but found a good backer.

Luo Qinghe didn't want to be ill with the Lu family, so she had to accept her temperament: "No matter, why bother to hurt peace." She brushed her sleeves, and when she turned around, she left an unclear sentence, "You and I are business partners anyway, there is a saying To remind you, Zhou Qing has not many days to live."

Smiling, Luo Qinghe left slowly.

Lu Sheng was still in place, thoughtful.

The secretary found behind him, calling: "Second Miss."

Lu Sheng's expression was slightly restrained: "Talk to your brother, let him wait for me, I'll go out."

"Don't worry, Master Xinglan has fallen asleep again, and can't wake up for a while."

Lu Xinglan, the eldest son of the Lu family, has severe narcolepsy and doesn't spend much time awake in a day.

Lu Sheng confessed a few more words and left the tea house.

Ice particles were still falling outside, the cold wind was icy, the road was slippery, the wheelchair was unstable, it slipped when going uphill, and kept facing backwards. Just as it was about to hit the light pole, one hand supported the back of the chair.

Zhou Qingrang turned his head, his eyes were clear, and said, "Thank you."

After thanking him, he turned the wheel on his hands.

Lu Sheng barely thought, he blurted out, but he also stammered: "Shall I push you over?" The umbrella in his hand tilted towards him unknowingly.

He shook his head and said again: "Thank you."

But after all, the road was too slippery and the wheelchair couldn't get up the slope. The passing pedestrians also asked him if he needed help. He politely declined, picked up the crutches placed in the wheelchair, stood up on his back, and dragged limpingly. He was walking uphill in the wheelchair for more than ten meters, and he bends his waist, and ice particles fell on him, wet his hair.

Lu Sheng was standing behind him, watching him struggling, and the legs he had taken several times were retracted.

She has listened to his show many times and knows that he is a proud person. She also investigated him and found that his left limb was amputated and there were steel nails in his right leg. He was in very poor health and had been lying in the hospital for fifteen years.

Zhou Qingrang...

For some reason, she would be flustered just by reciting his name in this way. She tightened the umbrella in her hand and ran over to catch him, covering the ice particles above his head with the umbrella.

Zhou Qingrang looked back at her, didn't recognize her, looked strange and thin.

"Anything?" he asked.

Lu Sheng didn't know how to answer for a while. After a long silence, she said, "Umbrella." She followed her father in the mall at the age of sixteen. She was accustomed to resolutely, but when she met him, her mouth was a little stupid, "I'll give you umbrella."

He said no.

"You, you take it, my house is nearby." She put the umbrella in his hand, turned and ran, vaguely hearing him thank you.

In fact, this is not the first time Lu Sheng has seen him. She used to like to stay in front of the TV and watch his news broadcast. Later, when he was transferred to the radio station, she started to watch his live broadcast.

She went to the TV station to see him, secretly, from a distance, just glanced at it, and after careful calculation, this was the first time she was face to face.

His voice is as good as on TV.

His people were colder than she thought, and there was no light in such beautiful eyes, like the night when heavy snow was approaching, dark, cold and lonely.

The ice particles fell for a while and then rested, and the snowflakes began to float seemingly.

Jiang Zhi was bored sitting in the tea house, looking at the snow outside the window, wringing her eyebrows and thinking, she wouldn't be getting snow outside, right?

He took out his cell phone and sent her WeChat.

"Zhou Xufang."

It was almost half a minute before Zhou Xufang replied: "Yeah."

Jiang Zhi looked outside through the window: "It's snowing, is it cold?"

She replied: "It's not cold."

His finger paused on the phone screen for a moment, and he said: "I want to see you."

The voice is soft and annoying.

More than ten seconds later, Zhou Xufang sent a voice: "It's late."

Jiang Zhi heard it twice, as if there was wind, she was really outside.

"I want to see you now."

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It was a full stop. Jiang Zhi was speechless for a while, and after poking her dark head a few times, he said fiercely: "Do not return to punctuation."

It's been a long time since I returned there.

Jiang Zhi was a little frustrated. I really don't know what to do with her. He can't be fierce, so he can only coax, and his voice is soft and rustling: "I miss you, will you come to see me?"

He is getting more and more unpromising, and this act of coquettishly flattering comes at his fingertips.

The results of it?

Zhou Xufang said: "Not good."

"Zhou Xufang!"

"Jianzhi."

She yelled, and the wind came out of the phone with her voice, like a feather scratching him, and she said, "Don't make trouble."

All his restlessness and restlessness caused by uncertainty, because of her concise and concise three words, all died down.

This is not a good phenomenon, he was completely conquered by her.

Finally, he sent a ‘hum’, which was his last stubbornness.

Zhou Xufang returned to a full stop.

The chat will always stop at Zhou Xufang's punctuation marks. Jiang Zhi took his coat and got up for this horrible obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Ah Wan went immediately: "Are you going back?"

Jiang Zhi walked out: "If I don't go back, I'm afraid the snow will get bigger and bigger."

Ah Wan didn't understand much.

In the next two days, Jiang Zhi didn't see Zhou Xufang, he was completely weak and couldn't raise the energy for anything.

Xue Baoyi knew what was going on at a glance: "You are like this..." He gloated and teased, "I haven't gotten it yet?"

Jiang Zhi told him to get out.

He had to squeeze over and squeeze a sofa with Jiang Zhi: "Do you want my buddies to teach you a few tricks?"

Jiang Zhi raised his eyelids and motioned for him to continue.

Qiao Nanchu, who was playing darts, also glanced back.

Xue Baoyi is a time-honored person, with the tone of the people who came here: "Well, it's easy to coax, the beginners, send packages, flowers, and cars to the house. If you are a little bit more advanced, you can do what you want, she If you like romance, engage in romance, and if she likes surprises, please surprise. If she likes excitement," he smiled slyly, "you can play with restricted level."

On the opposite sofa, Xue Bingxue bit the straw, and then said, "No restricted level."

Xue Baoyi picked a grape and threw it over: "Silly Baitian, shut up."

"Silly Baitian" glared at him, ignored his little bastard, and looked at Jiang Zhi seriously: "Don't mess with your body."

Xue Baoyi immediately swept his eyes to Jiang Zhi's abdomen, with a flat expression: "Brother Zhi, give me a precise word, are you--" Can you?

Jiang Zhi hit him on the head with a pillow, and made him roll again.

Xue Baoyi touched her hair that had just been dyed white yesterday and rolled.

Come in at this time late.

This is Jiaqing Bar. To be honest, there are a lot of small societies on the bar outside, but there is no society in this box. One is dyed with blue hair, one is dyed with white hair, one is wearing military uniforms to play darts, and the other is wearing formal clothes to eat grapes.

What kind of monsters are they.

Ah Wan walked behind the biggest monster: "Boss, your clothes are here."

Jiang Zhi said.

Xue Baoyi poured a glass of base wine, was mixing the wine, and asked: "What clothes?"

The frankly paid Ah Wan replied: "Miss Zhou has the same payment."

Xue Baoyi threw two ice cubes into the wine glass and yelled'Brother Zhi'er in a nine-and-a-half twists and turns: "I always thought you were a boring Sao. It turns out that you are a Ming Sao." Wearing a couple style, you can't make money!

Jiang Zhi licked his lips, took a sip of the glass of wine he mixed, got up, rolled up his sleeves, and walked to Qiao Nanchu's place: "Play me two."

Qiao Nanchu handed him the darts.

Jiang Zhi moved his wrist, holding a dart between his fingers, "Lin Wanwan, post me the picture of Xue Baoyi."

Xue Baoyi: "..."

Lin Wanwan: "..."

Finally, Jiang Zhi pierced Xue Baoyi's head.

On Saturday, Zhou Xufang made an appointment with Jiang Zhi. The location was Jiang Zhi's choice, or a porridge shop. For no other reason, it saved money there. Zhou Xufang didn't make money easily. He was not willing to spend her.

At six o'clock, Ah Wan drove his employer to Yuquan Bay.

The car was parked outside the community, and Ah Wan waited for the employer to finish the phone call before speaking: "Boss."

Jiang Zhi lazily responded.

Ah Wan hesitated to speak and stopped: "This car..."

"This car..."

Jiang Zhi's peachy eyes lifted, his eyes coldly: "Who is used to your hesitation?"

Ah Wan didn't hesitate, he spit out quickly: "This car is too sloppy, I am so awkward to drive." The tone was full of complaints, full of dissatisfaction.

Really, I don't know how many people look into this car along the way.

His net height is almost 1.9 meters, and he is huge. Although he is not so powerful and powerful, he is also well-developed. The whole car is made of pink to let his muscles face.

Such a slapstick, others will definitely think that his driver is a bitch!

But obviously, the word Sao Bao caused Jiang Zhi, and his hand on the pink doll suddenly rested on the back of the driver's seat.

Ah Wan's back tightened immediately: "I, I, I mean this car is too matte." The stickers from the cushion to the pillow to the doll to the car glass are all matte and tender.

Jiang Zhi didn't speak, but fiddled with the pink crystal pendant on the back of the car seat.

Xue Baoyi didn't say anything, but to do what he wanted.

He estimated that his little girl liked pink.

Jiang Zhi raised his eyes: "Whose car is this?"

Ah Wan weakly: "Your boss."

"Then shut your mouth."

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Xiaojiao's wife a: What time is it updated?

President Gu: Don’t Cavin at 8:30 in the evening. Cavin will be notified if it changes.

Xiao Jiao Wife b: When will it be on the shelves?

President Gu: The editor is arranging, it's coming soon.

Xiaojiao's wife c: What will happen after the shelves?

President Gu: Be good, don't ask how many changes, I don't like chapters, just ask how many words, it is probably Gu five thousand, five thousand are put in one watch.

Xiaojiao's wife d: Is there any explosion?

President Gu: I’m speeding five hundred per hour, first guarantee the quality, and then strive for the quantity. Quality is the most important ~ five or six thousand is my limit. I will stay up late to write more and strive to have Gu ten thousand occasionally.

Xiaojiao's wife e: Is there any meat to eat after the shelves?

President Gu: Hush, this is a secret~