How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

Chapter 42: Forty-two dollars

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Lin Yujing always felt that he was quite accurate in seeing people.

The first time she saw Chu Zhi, she felt that this girl was not suitable for Lu Jiaheng.

It's too simple, soft, like a ball of marshmallows. At first glance, it looks like the kind of girl who has never suffered any setbacks since she was a child, and is held in the palms of her parents' hands and caring for her.

So Lin Yujing originally thought that she would definitely be bullied.

She originally wanted to go out, but after thinking about it, she opened WeChat and became a good person.

In fact, the most important thing is that she is still curious about how Lu Jiaheng will react.

Lin Yujing was moved by her kindness. She leaned against the bathroom door and waited while she fell into self-intoxication. The women outside spoke more and more harshly, and the battle became more and more intense. She was intoxicated, and finally outside finally There was a scream.

Lin Yu was shocked, worried that the little white rabbit brought by Master Lu was really being bullied, and he didn't care about watching the play, so he quickly opened the compartment door and walked out.

She had just taken two steps when she stopped.

Master Lu, this little white rabbit, held a bottle of hand sanitizer in his hand, holding the bottle with one hand and pressing the pump on it with the other. He raised his arms high above his head and pressed wildly against the woman's face.

The light blue transparent liquid of the hand sanitizer sprayed out perfect arcs, and the woman's eyes seemed to have entered, and she was probably fascinated. She closed her eyes tightly, and the hand-washing liquid dripped down her face. Both hands were crawling forward, trying to block it.

Lin Yu was shocked.

She was stunned, watching the little white rabbit with red eyes in disbelief, biting her lip and spraying hand sanitizer on the face of the woman who was half a head taller than her.

She looked really bullied, her eyes were red, but she was extremely stubborn, and her big black eyes stared at the person opposite her.

"you."

"why."

"so!"

"Hate!"

She bit her lip tightly, and her soft, non-aggressive throat uttered words with the frequency of the movements on her hands. One sentence was a hand sanitizer, which swiped in the air and landed on the woman's head perfectly.

Lin Yu was so frightened that he thought that this little white rabbit, Master Lu, was domesticated, but he didn't expect it to be wild and would eat people.

She took two steps back silently to avoid being accidentally injured, and then raised her head again, and Lu Jiaheng also arrived.

The marble steps went up two steps, a man on the left and a woman on the right, he glanced at it, and turned directly into the side of the women's toilet.

Cheng Yi hurriedly followed behind him, not knowing what was going on at first, but as soon as he walked to the door, he heard screams in the women's toilet, and he probably guessed it closely.

He saw that Lu Jiaheng was about to go in without any hesitation, "Ouch", stood at the door and took his arm: "Master, calm down, calm down—"

Lu Jiaheng was pulled by him, took a step, and turned around.

Cheng Yi saw his expression clearly and was stunned for a moment.

He sighed, frowned a little helplessly, and let go.

The location of the sink was open, without a door. Lin Yu stood behind Chu Zhi facing the door in shock, and saw Lu Jiaheng first.

Chu Zhi held her "weapon" high in her hand and fought vigorously, and she didn't have the time to pay attention to who came in and who went out.

She did it first. The hand sanitizer sprayed all over the woman's eyes. She couldn't open her eyes at this time, so she could only flutter forward and scream and scold her.

She scolded badly, and ran out the dirty words. Chu Zhi was so angry that her cheeks were flushed and her lips were white. She pursed her lips and did not speak.

From one side, I saw Lu Jiaheng walking in.

Chu Zhi didn't expect him to come over, she was stunned, her subordinates stopped, and her arms lowered a little unconsciously.

Lu Jiaheng's facial features actually look quite aggressive.

Especially a pair of long and narrow eyes, sharp and cold, usually lazy, slightly curved when laughing, the sharp cold feeling is softened, and it looks romantic.

At this moment, the corners of his lips drooped downwards, his eyes were slightly empty, without the slightest smile, and there was a dark, churning and violent surging under his dark eyes.

He swept around, his eyes fell on Chuzhi, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, he walked in front of her, his eyes softened: "Did she hit you?"

Chu Zhi looked up at him with red eyes and shook her head without speaking.

Lu Jiaheng raised his hand, and the tip of his thumb gently rubbed the corner of her reddish eyes, wet and soaked with water.

He pressed his throat, his voice low and mellow: "Have I met you?"

She shook her head like a little rattle, and the water vapor gathered in her eyes.

Just the last second, Chu Zhi held a bottle of hand sanitizer in one hand, feeling like a brave female warrior, invincible and fearless.

At this moment, she felt as if she was suddenly let out of her anger, aggrieved and embarrassed.

Just like when I was a child fighting with my classmates at school, I would not shed a single tear. When I got home, I just wanted to get into the arms of my parents and cry.

Chu Zhi hurriedly lowered her head as if to hide it, pressed her long eyelashes down, bit her lip tightly, and sniffed.

Her voice was hoarse, sad and aggrieved, with a little choking: "I don't want to come out with you anymore..."

It was as if a hand penetrated his body and clasped his heart tightly.

Lu Jiaheng's lips were stiff, she pursed slightly, lowered her eyes, took the hand sanitizer in her hand, and put it on the sink next to her.

She pressed it too hard before, and the plastic hand sanitizer pump pressed a few red marks on Bai Nenenen's palm. Lu Jiaheng took her hand, suddenly leaned down and picked her up.

It wasn't the princess hug. He wrapped one hand around the girl's knee and supported her thigh, while the other hand firmly supported her back, and lifted the person upright.

Like holding a child.

Chu Zhi raised his eyes with a sigh, raised his hand in a conditioned reflex and hooked his neck, let out a soft cry, and struggled.

Lu Jiaheng turned his head slightly and whispered in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Chu Zhi didn't move.

A series of tears slapped the skin around his neck, and the teardrops slid down and disappeared into the sweater.

The woman was quiet the moment she heard Lu Jiaheng speak. At this time, she wiped the hand sanitizer on her eyes indiscriminately, and barely opened her eyes.

Lu Jiaheng hugged her, turned around, and said in a low voice, "Who brought you here."

Chu Zhi turned her back to them at this time, and she could only see Lin Yujing standing behind, but not Lu Jiaheng and that nasty ghost.

She could only hear her calling Shao Lu, and what she said tremblingly, it was not clear.

It took a long time for him to speak, and his voice was filled with icy hostility: "Go away."

Chu Zhi had never heard him speak in such a tone of voice before, she only felt the illusion that her whole body was frozen, and she couldn't help shrinking into his arms.

Lu Jiaheng patted her back in a soothing way, without speaking, he raised his arms, turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Cheng Yi was standing at the door waiting, watching the two of them come out like this, his expression was a little stunned.

Lu Jiaheng glanced at him sideways, Cheng Yi immediately understood, and swiftly and skillfully went to clean up the aftermath for His Royal Highness, tidy up the mess, and wait for His Highness to deal with it in the future.

Chu Zhi was a little embarrassed, and buried his head in his neck in a hurry.

His smell was very clean. Chu Zhi originally thought that he must be smoking, but there was no tobacco smell. The smell of fresh body fragrance mixed with laundry detergent lingered on the tip of her nose. She moved uncomfortably, raised her hand and pinched him secretly: " You put me down first, I can go by myself..."

Lu Jiaheng sighed in pain, not knowing whether it was real pain or fake pain: "Don't move, you're going to fall."

Chuzhi's arm around his neck quickly tightened, and the back of the other hand wiped away tears: "You will say sorry, you are so annoying."

Lu Jiaheng stroked her back and said in a low voice, "It's my fault, I always make you feel wronged."

Chu Zhi rubbed his chin on his shoulder and said dullly, "You bullied me, even your ex-girlfriend bullied me, Lu Jiaheng, you like everything, your eyesight is really bad."

Lu Jiaheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I don't know her at all."

Chu Zhi didn't believe it: "She called you Young Master Lu, and she looked familiar to you."

When her voice fell, Lu Jiaheng paused.

The conversation they had just had in the bathroom, she naturally thought that he didn't know.

If it was so unbearable, Chuzhi didn't want him to know at all.

Lu Jiaheng paused for half a second: "She's talking nonsense," he paused, then withdrew his hand, his voice soft and faint, "I only liked you."

Chuzhi's ears turned red.

She quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, raised her hand and grabbed her earlobe: "Nonsense, the first time I saw you, you were hooking up with the little girl."

Lu Jiaheng was quiet for a moment, and seemed to remember: "I haven't taken the initiative to hook up with other little girls."

"You left her a number, I saw it." Chu Zhi explained the facts calmly.

"… "

Lu Jiaheng was silent.

"And when you were in the mall before, you also left your contact information." Chu Zhi continued.

"… "

Lu Jiaheng couldn't refute, raised his hand, inserted his fingers into her soft hair and scratched at the back of her head: "I'll give you the phone tomorrow, you can delete it as you like."

Chu Zhi raised her head vigilantly: "Why tomorrow? Are you planning to transfer them all to another number today?"

Lu Jiaheng finally couldn't help laughing, and called her slowly: "Chuchu."

His voice was low, and when he called her name, the ending was soft and light, and the two words spit out, making people's ears itchy, numb from beginning to end.

Chu Zhi froze for a moment and couldn't help shrinking her neck.

After just slowing down a bit, he continued with a joking smile, "Are you ready to be my girlfriend?"

"… "

Chu Zhi wrapped his neck around his neck, buried his head deeply into his neck, and muttered in a very low voice, "Why are you asking nonsense..."

This time, it became Lu Jiaheng.

His eyes widened slightly, and he froze abruptly, even missing his breath.

At this time, the two had already reached the door of the box, and Lu Jiaheng stood still, the arm resting on her thigh tightened unconsciously.

Chu Zhi raised his head and put one hand on his shoulder and pulled a little distance away.

He hugged her, she was slightly taller than him, Chu Zhi lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covered.

Lu Jiaheng didn't speak, pursed his lips, and looked at her with dark eyes.

The distance between the two was extremely close, and Chu Zhi was stared at him so directly for a while. It was originally just the earlobe, but now the whole person turned red.

She hurriedly hooked his neck again, burying her head in his neck again.

Lu Jiaheng's Adam's apple rolled, his arm tightened for a moment, and then released a little.

I want to hold her tight, I want to squeeze her into my body.

I am afraid, she is so slender and small, I am afraid that she will be broken with a little effort.

Lu Jiaheng's lips curled up silently.

The arc rose little by little, getting bigger and bigger, almost uncontrollable.

He let out a long breath, his voice a little hoarse: "Chuchu."

Chu Zhi was quiet for a while.

After a long time, she responded with a soft and waxy voice: "What are you doing?"

He finally let out a low laugh, carefully hugged the little girl in his arms, and continued to call her in a soft voice, "Chuchu."

Chu Zhi didn't speak, his head moved as if responding, the tip of his nose rubbed against the bare skin between his neck, and the hot air he exhaled was warm.

Like a supple kitten.

Lu Jiaheng's heart was in a mess.