Then I started to wonder, why
Of course it's just a hint of doubt.
It didn't make him want to get close to her.
If it wasn't for the sudden arrival of Mother Lu, she would ask for a will to get that vicious and stinky princess over.
He probably couldn't think of this little girl.
Just want to use her, mother An Lu's heart.
In a few months, his layout was complete.
This capital city has changed, and his power can cover the sky with one hand.
You don't have to look at people's faces like that.
Seeing that she was still timid, Lu Xinglan really scared her.
His amused interest diminished a little, and he was about to leave her.
As a result, I heard the girl below me, with a soft voice, "It is said that the young master is talented and elegant, and he is the dream of every boudoir girl."
The slow tone contained the sweetness and sincerity of a girl's family.
The meaning of liking is confessed by a simple sentence that every boudoir girl admires him.
Lu Xinglan's dull eyes were slightly different.
He stared at her silently for a long time.
Until she saw that her face was flushed, her eyes were uneasy, and she was so shy that she looked like she was going to faint in the next second.
Lu Xinglan suddenly let go of her.
He turned sideways indifferently, pulled out the chair and sat down, then stretched out his hand to support his chin and looked at the girl lying on the table.
That gaze, focused and calm.
It's like looking at a picture of a table.
On the contrary, Bai Weiwei immediately got up and sat up, only to find that when she sat up, she lowered her head and was close to Lu Xinglan's face.
He is tall, so she sits so low that there is still not much distance between the two.
So Lu Xinglan just raised his eyes slightly, it was the girl's greasy and flawless face.
Bai Weiwei reached out a little embarrassedly to smooth out her messy hair, then raised her feet with great effort and got off the table.
He didn't pay attention to the skirt and dragged it from him.
The pomegranate red skirt felt strange and soft as it rubbed against her thighs.
His eyes darkened, but he didn't say anything.
And Bai Weiwei, who didn't notice it, had already run a dozen steps forward before turning around and bowing her head from a distance.
She hid by the screen, under the lantern, her voice low and trembling.
"Master, then I'll go back."
Lu Xinglan smiled, "You can stay and talk to me at Bingzhuye."
Bai Weiwei was frightened and took a step back.
Then she said seriously: "The disease must be treated well, not so urgent."
Lu Xinglan's smile froze.
Why does this sound so wrong.
Of course, it may also be concerned, after all, he hates the reputation of women, it really stinks.
Lu Xinglan stopped teasing her.
He waved his hand at will, then turned sideways, picked up the topographic map, and his voice became colder.
"Go and rest."
Bai Weiwei pursed her lips, and then whispered.
Then she reached out and sorted her clothes carefully and secretly.
The shadow of the girl was projected onto the wall.
Lu Xinglan held the picture, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the hazy and slender shadow of the girl on the wall.
It seems to be sorting the buttons.
A slim figure.
Silent seduction of beauty.
His eyes, which had already been quiet, were extremely dark.
Then he saw the girl saluting in a proper manner, and the shadow saluting with grace.
"Master, then I'm leaving."
Lu Xinglan's voice was indifferent, "Yeah."
But his eyes were still staring at the wall.
The girl didn't seem to notice at all, and the shadow revealed her ambiguous behavior.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly turned around and walked out.