night fire

Chapter 12

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Has Wu Yong been drunk - of course not, in fact, he is looking forward to being drunk.

But the person he expected to drink him didn't come to drink him.

Lu Xiuyan acted as if she hadn't seen him, she had been chatting with a group of young people in swimming trunks on the opposite side of the swimming pool, and she didn't see him in Yushu Linfeng who was mixing drinks in a chic and easy way.

The bartender next to him smiled and took the ice bottle from his hand: "Why are you here in person, manager?"

Wu Yong stared at the opposite side without moving, and said, "Aren't you afraid that you will mess around? I'll keep an eye on you so that you don't get into trouble."

"Hey, what could happen, even if it did happen, with these people around, it's not your responsibility."

Wu Yong: What this person said is quite reasonable.

Wu Yong: "If you say one more thing, don't think about this month's bonus."

He was still staring at the opposite side, but Lu Xiuyan still didn't look at him.

He started smashing ice cubes in a self-defeating way—why ignore him and send a message to make him come?He is the manager now, not a waiter, so he doesn't come here at all, okay?

Evil "...Lu Xiuyan..."

He muttered softly.

It has been many years since he called this name, but when he uttered these syllables from his throat, he didn't feel strange, as if he had called it a million times, his lips and teeth were still nostalgic for this name, and he wanted to call it again Millions of times.

"how?"

"...don't pay attention to me."

He was wronged, so wronged that the circles of his eyes were a little red.

My hands also started shaking.

In the somewhat blurred vision, a fairer and slender hand held down his hand holding the small hammer.

"Why are the claws like this? Huh?"

The distant she traveled through time and returned to him.

Suddenly a world away.

He gathered himself together, tried his best to calm down, and said softly, "...you have to work."

Those simple, complicated, hard and poorly paid jobs will always leave some traces.

He raised his head very much, and wanted to tell her that he was not like her, born with a golden spoon in his mouth, of course he had to work hard, it was natural that his hands were not so white and tender, and the wounds and calluses on them were evidence of his serious life.

He wanted to tell him what to say, but it was already very difficult to control not to cry.

It was already difficult to control not to hug her.

He has no more strength left.

Lu Xiuyan held his hand gently as if looking at a piece of jewelry.

Wu Yong subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand—it wasn't pretty anymore, and he knew it too.

Lu Xiuyan didn't give him a chance to withdraw his hand.

She held onto it firmly—and raised her head, giving Wu Yong a warning look.

Wu Yong froze subconsciously, then relaxed, spread out his palms, and let Lu Xiuyan observe carefully.

Naturally, Lu Xiuyan could feel how the muscles in that palm relaxed in her hand.

She raised that hand, as if kissing, put her lips on the knuckles of her ring finger, and exhaled like blue.

"I wanted to add something to you here before."

Wu Yong looked at her in disbelief.

"So you know who you are."

Bei Chi bit his finger hard, as if he wanted to bite off his finger, but Wu Yong didn't feel any pain. He thought he might be bleeding, but his heart was as soft as water.

Lu Xiuyan lowered her head slightly, her hair was facing him directly, making him want to touch it.

As soon as his hand touched the hair, Lu Xiuyan let go and raised her head to look at him.

Wu Yong was a little flustered, his hands were stiff in mid-air and he didn't know how to place them.

Lu Xiuyan smiled, "Want to touch your hair?"

Wu Yong nodded stiffly.

The smile on Lu Xiuyan's face became brighter.

She said softly, "Then touch it."

In the next second, Wu Yong felt the warm and jade-like hands under the shirt gliding around his waist and abdomen, arousing heat.

Strange and familiar.

He covered his mouth, but still couldn't help letting out a sigh from between his fingers.

Lu Xiuyan leaned on his chest and said, "Let me touch you too."

It took Zhao Qiyan a while to find the Lu family's villa—he couldn't drive without a driver's license, and the place was so remote that even taxis didn't want to drive here, so he simply rode a shared bicycle over here.

Fortunately, he has well-developed thigh muscles, and he would have been tired if it were someone else. This villa area is really well hidden. In the middle of the mountainous area, he climbed no less than five slopes alone.

I finally found it with the location of my mobile phone, but I ran into trouble at the door.

This evil rich second generation actually puts security guards at the door of the house.

This wicked rich second generation——he keeps adding people, Zhao Qiyan, who got into the back of the car, thought so.

This truck with its own LED brought new wine and girls, and stopped at the gate to unload the goods. After the girls changed their clothes, they stood at the door like a beauty pageant, chattering.

Zhao Qiyan took the opportunity to change a skirt—he was wearing a cheese yellow long-sleeved shirt today, and he "borrowed" a high-waisted A-line skirt from the girls' simple dressing room in the carriage, and tucked the shirt in half Half of the skirt was left out, and the shoes in the carriage were all high-heeled. He couldn't find flat shoes, so he simply wore his own white sneakers, and stood among the girls with a few bottles of wine to make up for it.

Although these girls were all colleagues, they didn't know all of them, and no one raised any objections to Zhao Qiyan.

A curly-haired girl even asked Zhao Qiyan where she bought the dress.

Zhao Qiyan: I just took it from your car.

Zhao Qiyan: "Then what, my mother."

"Oh, then your mother is too young!" the girl exclaimed.

Zhao Qiyan smirked: "It's not as good as you."

——But my mother doesn't need double eyelid stickers to have big eyes like yours.

Security guard A in the distance: "That girl is so tall."

Security B on the side: "What do you know, people who work as models, you think they are as tall as your girls."

Anxious security guard A: "My daughter is 1.5 meters five."

Security guard B who yelled: "Yeah, it's not far from her father."

Security guard A who is 1.7 meters five: "??"

Security B at 1.8 meters zero: "Don't look, be careful and I'll tell my sister-in-law."

The author has something to say:

I am Yanyan's mother's double eyelid sticker. I testify that her eyes are really big. I have never been used.