He thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes and said seriously: "Mother, I have tried my best to treat it, but this disease is too shameful, so I can't let my son and me treat it with great fanfare."
Mother Lu was overjoyed to hear that, "How to treat it, what is the effect?"
Lu Xinglan's expression was indifferent and calm, as if he was considering what to say: "Effect?"
His words just fell.
He suddenly stretched out his hand, clasped the arm of Bai Weiwei, who was beside him with a wandering face, and pulled her into his arms.
The girl's soft body fell into her arms.
Let the man, who thought he would vomit, and planned to hold back his nausea, stiffened a bit.
No nausea whatsoever.
He frowned in doubt, as if in disbelief.
Mother Lu saw that he was holding Bai Weiwei into her arms, but she didn't seem uncomfortable at all, and stood up in surprise.
"you… "
Lu Xinglan pushed the boat smoothly.
"I said, I am in treatment, this is the effect."
Mother Lu was overjoyed, "Then you are treating all women..."
Lu Xinglan said calmly, "No, I don't feel sick to her, because after practicing with her and trying to get used to her breath, I managed to suppress the nausea."
After speaking, he pushed her aside with a hint of disgust on his face.
"But it can't last. It is estimated that it will take a long time to practice before you can really touch her."
But Mother Lu said in a hurry, "No hurry, no hurry, it'll be fine if it can be cured. The ancestors and sects bless us, and our family is hopeful."
After she finished speaking, she immediately said: "Tomorrow, let her move into the yard and live with you. You can treat your condition day and night, and you will always be able to cure your condition and get married again."
Lu Xinglan's eyes didn't show any strangeness.
Instead, it was a polite salute, "Mother, it's good for you to call the shots."
Mother Lu smiled and said, "We must work hard to cure it."
After speaking, Mother Lu looked at Bai Weiwei, and there was finally a hint of hypocritical kindness in her smile.
"Take good care of the young master."
Bai Weiwei whispered, "Yes, old lady."
Oh, this stinking feudal family.
After Mother Lu left.
Bai Weiwei was still standing there, she pursed her lips and frowned, which seemed strange.
When Lu Xinglan came from the door.
I saw the slender and soft girl, raising her eyes timidly, like a poor little rabbit.
Looking enchanting.
There was a childish sense of incomprehension in his eyes.
He walked over with a blank face, but when he passed by her, "Tonight, stay."
Do a full play.
Let her stay and stop Mother Lu's mouth.
Bai Weiwei took a few steps back, her voice trembling with excitement and anxiety.
"Yes, sir."
Lu Xinglan originally wanted to leave, but saw her retreat further and further away.
He looked up indifferently, stared at her for a while, and then said slowly, "hate me so much?"
When Bai Weiwei heard this, she immediately raised her eyes and shook her head desperately.
The girl's face turned red, and she opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't say it clumsily.
Lu Xinglan's thin lips pursed lightly, turned around, and walked slowly towards her.
Bai Weiwei widened her eyes and stepped back.
He took one step, she took two steps back.
Finally, when I came across the table, the unfinished map on it also trembled.
With no way of retreating, she immediately stretched her hand forward and assumed a blocking posture.
"Master, I know you hate women, it's hard to be close to me."
Lu Xinglan paused, "Why, don't you really want to approach me?"
When it was dark just now, he was impatiently holding a basin of water to approach him.
It's late at night now.
So shy instead
Bai Weiwei's face turned pale, she habitually lowered her head, but this time it made people feel depressed.
Lu Xinglan did not continue to move forward, and her puzzled eyes lightly landed on her drooping eyelashes.
The long and thin eyelashes are like incomplete butterfly wings, and every time they shake, they itch provocatively.
The cherry-like lips of the girl were pursed a little white.
She finally sighed and said, "Master, you don't have to come so close to me in order to deal with the old lady, just hold hands, so you can endure it even if you are sick."
Lu Xinglan's eyes darkened.
His cold jade-like voice sounded faintly, "Are you worried that I will be disgusted?"
Bai Weiwei's face turned pale, she turned her head away, her voice soft and worried, "I hope the young master is well."
Lu Xinglan stared at her silently for a while.
He suddenly reached out and hugged her slender waist, soft to the touch.
Let the man unexpectedly stagnate for half a minute.
Then calmly put her on the table, she was startled, her eyes were round.
The slender figure of the man instantly enveloped her.
He put his hands on her sides, bent down slightly, and faced her face.
The cold breath on the man's body was infected with the smell of agarwood, and there was a strong and calm feeling.
He breathed lightly, and his eyes glowed with warmth.
"Do you think I'm acting disgusting like this?"
Bai Weiwei instinctively wanted to back away.
He stepped closer.
In the end, the girl fell back on the table in some panic.
Press down the messy paper on the table.
And the man has already pushed up, and he has to move forward, not giving an inch.
That's what his enemies say about him.
He put his fingers on her shoulders, preventing her from running away.
Then his low voice sounded recklessly with a few traces of frivolity in the dark night.
"If you think I'm sick, come and treat me."