night fire

Chapter 9

Lu Xiujin has been hindered by Lu Xiuyan's failure to go out these few days at home - Lu Xiuyan doesn't care much about his troubles, but she just doesn't let him go out.

Its name is to enhance the relationship between siblings.

Lu Xiujin and Lu Xiuyan begged for mercy: "It's alright, sister, do we need to improve our relationship? I almost called your mother."

This is true, although Lu Xiuyan is not a few years older than Lu Xiujin, but compared to Mrs. Lu who can only fold roses with a silk scarf, Lu Xiuyan is obviously more reliable. Lu Xiuyan has held Lu Xiujin's parent meetings for several years.

Not to mention that after Lu Xiuyan went abroad, Lu Xiujin's pocket money has always been paid by Lu Xiuyan, so this Lu Xiujin is not afraid of anything, the only thing he is afraid of is his own sister.

Lu Xiuyan's name is elegant, but she is crazy when she starts to use her hands. Lu Xiujing still remembers how Lu Xiuyan beat up her tutor one week before going abroad-it was so horrible, Lu Xiuyan used all the weapons in the house that could be used as murder weapons The thing greeted that unlucky ghost, Lu Xiujin, who was still young at the time, was shocked after just one glance.

From then on, he never dared to argue with Lu Xiuyan again—of course, he didn't dare to fight before.

Now that Lu Xiuyan restrained his feet, he was in great pain, but he didn't dare to escape by force, so he could only plan to play the emotional card.

"Sister, sister, you are the best, let me go out for a breath?"

Lu Xiuyan sat while reading a magazine, took a sip of a glass of juice, put down the glass and said, "Stop, this kind of pitiful appearance only works for me before you are three years old."

Lu Xiujin suddenly became curious: "I can't even remember, sister, before you were three years old, you were very fond of this thing?"

Flipping a page in the magazine with her fingers, Lu Xiuyan thought for a while: "Well, I don't seem to be able to do it a little bit..."

Then he smiled, "That's why I usually cover your mouth and hit you, lest you cry and make me soft."

"why is it like this!"

Lu Xiujin is very unhappy, he needs to vent when he is unhappy, and he needs someone to accompany him when he vents.

Since you can't get out, you might as well call someone in.Lu Xiujin thought very simply.

He began to send messages to his friends with great enthusiasm: "Bring a girl and wine, come and play with me!"

Friend A: "...Is your sister there?"

Friend B: "Are you short of funeral objects? Why did you ask us to go there?"

Friend C: "Okay, okay, I recently met a little beauty with big breasts!"

Friend A: "Are you okay?"

Friend B: "Are you okay?"

Friend C: "What's wrong with Xiu Jin? [scratches head]"

Lu Xiujin: "Are you coming or not? If you don't come, I'll kill you bastards within three days! [Show teeth]"

Friend A: "Okay, it's better to die by your hands than by your sister."

Friend B: "At least a whole body can be left."

Friend C: "What? Sister Yan is back? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh help!"

Lu Xiujin was full of depression - but there was no way, the circle of the top rich second generation was so big, it was impossible for him to lower his value to be friends with those low-level people with millions and tens of millions (Note: The author himself really wanted to be with People with millions of family backgrounds are friends, and the opinions of the characters in the article do not represent the author himself. Again, I hope everyone knows).

What else can he do?I can only bear it!

But he couldn't suffer either—just as he was racking his brains to think of how to threaten these bastards, a pair of fragrant arms wrapped around his neck from behind, casting a shadow in front of his eyes.

Lu Xiujin didn't dare to move, and let those hands take the phone away from him.

He wanted to cry but had no tears: "Sister, what are you doing..."

Lu Xiuyan flipped through the group chat records of this rich second-generation sand sculpture called "Prodigal Kid Buried Big Breasts の哔", and said, "I think it's pretty good."

As she spoke, she tapped the screen a few times, which made Lu Xiujin's little heart tremble a little.

"Just this afternoon."

Lu Xiuyan threw the phone to him and said casually.

A system prompt is displayed on the chat interface - you have invited Lu Xiuyan to join the group "Prodigal Kid Buried Big Breasts の哔".

Friend A: "!!!"

Friend B: "???"

Friend C: "Wow [bite hands]."

Lu Xiuyan: "Today at five o'clock in the afternoon, come to Lu's house for a swimsuit party. Girls are allowed but alcohol is not allowed."

Friend A: "Okay Sister Yan!"

Friend B: "Got it, Sister Yan!"

Friend C: "@卫修智, why didn't we inform us of such a good thing and let my sister come in person? It's really stupid! [Huahua] sister is the best!"

Lu Xiujin then seriously thought about whether it would be better to replace the brains of this group of people or to have a group of new friends.

Lu Xiuyan walked back to her bedroom and opened the door of the cloakroom.

In the third cabinet on the left, there are a few pieces of clothing hanging here and there.

A one-piece swimsuit with navy blue stripes is hung on the right hand, and a wide-brimmed hat decorated with red ribbons is placed on the cream white partition below.

Lu Xiuyan squatted down, put her face against the hem of her swimsuit, and stretched out her right hand to gently stroke the ribbon on the hat.

It seems that I can still smell the salty smell of sea water in that summer.

She closed her eyes.

The waves fell on the man's nipple's calf, he folded his arms and dared not look at her, his cheeks were slightly red.

In the sound of the waves, she called, "Look at me." Then the man turned his head, and his cheeks were as red as the sunset.

She sat cross-legged in the closet, took out her mobile phone and called Wu Yong.

Her mobile phone number was changed when she returned to China, and Wu Yong didn't recognize this number. After answering the phone, she only said hello.

Lu Xiuyan tasted these four words playfully between her lips and teeth, and thought it was very interesting—"Wouldn't you be able to speak well if you put the collar back on, huh?"

After she finished speaking, she bent her wrist and bit off the wristband on her slender arm. The sound of leather and metal colliding was very slight, but it was enough to make someone's face change from ten kilometers away.

Wu Yong was silent for a long time, he covered his face, but desperately saw his own appearance in the mirror through his fingers, he was a little dazed, and said: "What do you want to do?"

The author has something to say:

The relationship between sister and uncle is that of a strong young man x an elegant middle-aged man!