"Here, watermelon."
Chen Lu was startled by Lin Qinglu's performance, she reached out to get the watermelon slice handed by her cousin, and found that Lin Qinglu's eyes immediately fell on the piece of watermelon.
How should I put it, if the watermelon grows jio, it may be scared to open the tablecloth and hide in that gaze.
This reaction doesn't seem right.
Chen Lu blankly took a bite of the watermelon, calmed down, and continued to make persistent efforts.
"Cousin, do you have time in mid-January? I want to go to Northern Europe to play. Would you like to accompany me?"
Before Jian Yixin spoke, Lin Qinglu put down the tableware gracefully and said:
"It's not a coincidence, your cousin is coming to my birthday party." She turned to look at Ms. Chen, "Promise me before Pianyou to attend my birthday party, and it will be broadcast live on the Internet at that time, and my aunt can also see it. "
"Sounds good, everything is fine, but I don't have any friends in China. I'm relieved to see that she has made such good friends as you..."
Lin Qinglu could roughly hear that Song Piangan hadn't told the family about them.
Also, the two of them are still together, it's too early to tell. Lin Qinglu seemed to be carrying the little secrets of the two of them, and there was a little coquettish joy. She hid her thoughts and dignifiedly said:
"It's my honor to know Pian Tiao."
Chen Lu watched from the side, a little dumbfounded, and the watermelon in her hand suddenly became less sweet.
Wait, wait, Auntie, I suspect they are not good friends!
After a meal, a group of people came to the parking lot of the clubhouse. Ms. Chen was going to have a beauty treatment with the old sisters, and the driver of the Song family came to pick her up.
Before leaving, he and Lin Qinglu added WeChat, and even said that when Lin Qinglu came back, they would go shopping together.
After Ms. Chen left, Jian Yixin asked Chen Lu, "Are you going back to school? I'll ask the driver to take you off."
Now Chen Lu's alertness has been raised to the highest level, and her first reaction is: In traditional social etiquette, everyone sends the guests home first.
To my cousin, between her and Lin Qinglu, she... is the outsider?
Chen Lu suffered a knowing blow from her cousin.
She nodded in confusion, and her cousin called the driver. At the last moment of leaving the battlefield, Chen Lu used her last stubbornness to hug her cousin.
"Goodbye, cousin."
woo woo woo woo cousin is going to be abducted, can you hug me qaq
After Chen Lu got into the car, Jian Yixin turned to look at Lin Qinglu:
"When will you be back-"
The words were interrupted by Lin Qinglu's actions.
Lin Qinglu leaned over.
The familiar cold fragrance is flooding in like the tide, and she is the coast.
When Lin Qinglu's arms embraced her, Leng Xiang ran through her temples and hair.
She was wrapped in, and her whole body was soaked in the smell of Lin Qinglu.
The flexible arms wrapped around the waist, the soft hair that was lightly stroked on the side of the neck.
The warm and humid breath that brushed against the ear, and the abundance of clothes that were squeezed together.
Imprisoned, slightly itchy, fragrant, soft.
The chaotic and blended perception rushed towards her face, and Jian Yixin felt her heart palpitate for a moment.
When hugging Lin Qinglu, why were all the details put to the utmost.
As if the senses were fitted with a magnifying glass, a little bit of perception was infinitely expanded, and then a small trumpet was used to transmit it to her soul.
The soul was shaken to the point of numbness.
Especially, compared to Chen Lu's painless hug before.
The surrounding vehicles are neat, silent, and the machinery is cold.
Lin Qinglu's heartbeat was chaotic, the gongs and drums were noisy, and her blood was boiling hot.
Instead of letting go, she tightened her arms and pressed the person into her arms again.
Her eyelids were half-drooped, her long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow, lightly covering her amber eyes, her voice was tired and a little aggrieved:
"I also want."
Chen Lu can hug Song Pian, why can't she.
She had to hold her tighter, longer.
Song Piantao wouldn't push him away.
For some reason, Lin Qinglu was very sure.
Song Pian's car has not yet left. The glass is opaque, she can't see inside, but she knows that Chen Lu must be looking.
Lin Maomao hugged her little Fudie tightly, lifted her eyelids, and looked at the rear window.
Half a declaration, half a warning.
Chen Lu hid behind the car window and was startled.
Lin Qinglu's eyes...
What about the five good young man who was obedient to his aunt just now
What about Lin Yinghou, who is Zhuang Zizhi and Yan Yan in front of her cousin
Even if she hugged her cousin, she still frightened herself like this!
- No, how could she hug her cousin!
Holding it for so long is not normal at all.
My cousin will definitely push her away, definitely.
But Chen Lu waited in the car for a while, but still didn't see the expected picture.
The driver asked her, "Miss, shall we go?"
Chen Lu's eyes were dry, she stomped her feet and retracted her eyes: "Go."
Don't watch, don't wait, my heart is broken, and I can't stick it back.
When she turned on her phone, she saw a series of Weibo reminders, all of which were private messages from the melon eaters asking her when she would come out to break Lin Song's love bubble.
Chen Lu is not reconciled, but the family motto of the Chen family is to be honest and courageous. As a child of the Chen family, Chen Lu can only have a hot face and write in a complicated mood:
@Pretty Lulu: Lin Song szd
"The face-slap scene?"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"
"How is that true?? Please tell me some details, it's not bad for this amount of traffic"
"I believe that the blogger has really met Lin Song, and we are half-sisters."
Chen Lu replied angrily: "No knock! Even if you die!"
She angrily uninstalled Weibo, and when she woke up the next day, she couldn't help downloading it. When she opened it, she saw that her followers had soared by 20,000, which made her jump out of bed.
After she searched for the reason, she found out that she was retweeted by @林青罗吉 all over the entertainment circle, with a postscript:
Here is a blogger who didn't want to knock Lin Song, but got knocked on it, everyone come and envy her!
"… "
Chen Lu lay back upright and picked up the quilt to cover her face.
I regret it, I am very sorry now.
Jian Yixin watched the car take Chen Lu away.
With a heavy weight on his shoulders, Lin Qinglu leaned on it. Jian Yixin was held so tightly that there was no space to move.
She was like a real butterfly, being pressed against the soft and plump Lin Qinglu by the center of the butterfly bone on her back.
The back is thin, tough and fragile, the butterfly wings are soft and drooping, and the corners of the light gray coat are elegant around the calf, showing a very involuntary beauty.
Because the person who imposed the imprisonment did not intend to take the initiative to lift it for a long time, Jian Yixin had to call:
"Light Heron?"
"Hold me." Lin Qinglu muttered, in a place where Jian Yixin couldn't see her, her eyes were stubborn and cold, "Chen Lu hugged you just now, you didn't say anything about her."
Jian Yixin was stunned for a moment, and then she came to her senses—that is, because she didn't say anything about Chen Lu, so she couldn't say it either
She smiled helplessly: "Lulu hugged me and let go."
"I'll just hug." Lin Qinglu hooked her lips.
"Before you let go, it's all one time."
In the slightly dim parking lot, the bright white parking sign line spread out from under their feet and spread into the distance, and they stood there, their figures overlapping.
There was laughter from the passage not far away, and someone else came down.
Jian Yixin raised her hand and patted Lin Qinglu's straight back, her tone lighter than her actions:
"Someone else is coming, and you'll be seen."
If he sees something, he should just sprinkle candy for the official Lin Song, Lin Qinglu doesn't care at all.
"Let go first, okay?"
But when she talked to herself like this, Lin Qinglu couldn't resist.
The same sentence was spoken from her, and it had her taste, as if the little tail at the end of the sentence was softer than others, and gently brushed from the tip of his heart.
The restlessness and dissatisfaction were smoothed out by Runze, and Lin Qinglu had no choice but to obey.
She was delighted.
Liu Lele took Lin Qinglu back to the crew, Luo Chun and Ji Liu had already set up the skewers and waited for her to report the battle situation.
"Is the brand still satisfied with you?"
"Did the sisters marry into a wealthy family smoothly?"
Lin Qinglu sat down on the chair, and put her intimate padded jacket over her body, and there was something fluffy on the brim of her hat hooked:
"I have exchanged private WeChat with Aunt Chen."
"Huh, it's very good." Luo Chun's eyes lit up.
Ji Liu didn't say a word, and immersed himself in the phone for a while: "Where's my emoji for middle-aged and elderly people? Sisters will give you fire support."
"Thank you." Lin Qinglu said lazily.
"You're welcome sister, when you get married, an emoticon bag will be exchanged for a check of 10 million yuan." Ji Liu finished speaking, and sighed sadly, "At your pace, the confession has not yet appeared, and I don't know when I will be called. money."
"almost."
"Eh?"
"Sister Ning finally figured it out?"
Lin Qinglu didn't answer.
Thinking of what Chen Lu had done, her subordinates pulled off a fluffy little padded jacket with force, and when she came back to her senses, she felt terribly distressed.
It's all Chen Lu's fault.
When she becomes Chen Lu's cousin-in-law, she will be sent away with money:
Take this New Year's red envelope and leave me and your cousin!
Under the complicated gazes of the three, Lin Yinghou, who was in deep thought, showed a domineering expression.
Not to mention, Lin Ying's back face is there, no matter what she looks like, she is very beautiful, like a vicious and arrogant female supporting actress, hateful and cute.
Lin Yinghou put the fluff on the table and took a photo for President Song:
"The fur is falling off."
Mr. Song, who received the WeChat, stared at the picture for a long time and didn't understand what it was.
Whose cat is shedding
But Mr. Song knew that if he didn't reply to the message, he didn't know if other cats would shed their hair. Cat Lin should have been aggrieved to the point of frowning.
She thought for two minutes, swiped down the chat history, and selected a cat emoji package from the history of Lin Yinghou's speeches, saved it, and sent it to the past.
"Don't be naive, how about being mature in front of the people you like, elementary school chick?"
"You send this kind of shit, Mr. Song is so busy every day, will he ignore you?" Ji Liu's expression was indescribable, and he said plausibly, "She doesn't want to ignore you at all."
"Is it naive?" Lin Qinglu's cold face showed pure doubt, "Is it naive to show her what I want to show her?"
Ji Liuyu stopped.
"Besides, this is a gift she gave me. You should tell her about being ripped off."
Ji Liu subway grandpa looked at his mobile phone expression:
"Please don't say a Canada goose in a tone of 'this is our child, the child who failed math should tell the child the fuck'."
"In short, Mr. Song will definitely not return you." Ji Liu pointed to the dialog box on Lin Yinghou's mobile phone, "Look, the message has been sent out for five minutes, has Mr. Song called you back—"
Ji Liu finally glanced at the dialog box.
At this glance, I saw Mr. Song, who was always short and concise with only punctuation in his tone, gave Lin Yinghou an emoji of a cat looking around with big grape eyes.
The cat's head was just under her fingertips, wanton and cute.
"… "
"Fuck." Ji Liu said expressionlessly.