my wife is a consul

Chapter 43 The Theory of Bloodline
In the afternoon, the patent right of the three-point safety belt was changed to Huaxia Technology Corporation.

Lu Ming was in a beautiful mood, humming a little song, and got out of the car sent by Wen Liangyu to take him home with Datou.

Big head, today is the last post.

Before the small building, Lu Ming took out a check of 300 yuan and handed it to the big head, "Thank you for taking care of me during this time, and I will come to you again when I encounter trouble."

"Thank you, boss!" The big head took it, and bowed slightly. From the perspective of professional ethics, he did not say that he would cover up his wild aura even more when facing an employer who was powerless.

……

"Uncle!" Just as he opened the door and entered the room, a small figure rushed up and landed on Lu Ming. It was Bisi.

The beautiful student uniform skirt of the noble school makes the little guy more like a delicate little Barbie doll with blonde hair and blue eyes. The snow-white shirt, yellow jacket, yellow plaid uniform skirt, snow-white stockings and small black leather shoes make this eight-year-old little guy even more cute She's so cute, you can't help but want to kiss her little cheek.

"You're too lazy to do your homework to watch TV!" Lu Ming said with a smile.

"Yes..." Bisi giggled, and whispered again: "It's true to watch TV, I'm not lazy, Mommy is here too!"

The little hand naturally reached into Lu Ming's hand, and walked into the house beside Lu Ming.

There was a burst of aroma from the kitchen, Lu Ming called, and the case was almost done, so I went home today, and I also had dinner at home.

Inside the carved glass door, I saw two graceful figures busy.

"Uncle..." Bisi squatted down, but brought slippers for Lu Ming to change.

Lu Ming was stunned, "I'll do it myself."

Bowing slightly, taking off the leather shoes, Bisi picked up the pair of leather shoes, ran to the shoe cabinet to put them away, went to the bathroom to moisten a white towel, and came to pass it to Lu Ming.

Lu Ming was speechless, and took the towel to wipe his face and hands. Bisi took the towel and went to the bathroom, listening to the sound of water, and washed it before putting it away.

"You're about to become a little housekeeper too?" Lu Ming said with a smile.

"Sister Bizhu taught me!" Bisi giggled, climbed onto the sofa and sat next to Lu Ming, "Uncle, Sister Bizhu is right, kid, I'm very happy when I'm done!"

Bizhu? ... Lu Ming was taken aback.

The carved glass door of the restaurant was opened, and a charming figure walked out from inside. The colorful dress was gorgeous and the silk ribbons were fluttering, just like the nine-day fairy on the stage. Into a tall beauty bun, with a peerless elegance.

Lu Ming's heart sank. This high-profile temperament is Bizhu, with pearls, more beautiful and delicate.

"What about her?..." Lu Ming stood up and asked worriedly.

Doesn't Bizhu's personality only appear when she is particularly dangerous?
"You still remember her!" The corner of Bizhu's mouth raised a trace of dissatisfaction, "You haven't returned for more than ten days, she is sick!"

"Ah? Then, what should we do?" Lu Ming asked anxiously. This seems like a medicine stone. I'm afraid it won't work, right?

"Don't worry, it should be fine." Bizhu glanced at Lu Ming, frowned slightly, "Why, you really don't want me to appear!"

"Yeah, it's not..." Lu Ming stammered a little. This guy knows how to use nine-yin and white-bone claws. There is no reason to go.

"Hmph..." Bi Zhu let out a coquettish voice, pouted her lips, and went into the kitchen again.

"Uncle, I don't understand you and sister Bizhu, who are you talking about?" Bisi's face was full of gossip and curiosity.

Lu Ming stretched out his index finger and gave her a jujube on her nose, "You are so young, you little cock!"

"Hmm..." Bisi rubbed her small and tall nose, her big innocent eyes were full of tears.

Lu Ming laughed and pinched her little face, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about you!"

……

At the long table in the restaurant, Lu Ming looked at Bi Zhu and Pang Mila who were sitting facing each other on the left and right, feeling a little helpless for a while.

Bizhu's peerless elegance makes people unconsciously fearful, and the aura of peerless masters in martial arts films cannot be played out.

On the other side, Pamela seems to have a lot of money, and her clothes are getting more and more gorgeous. The gorgeous snow-white lace dress of Western aristocrats, the tight waist wraps her slender waist so slender that it will break when she sits there. It's even more like an explosion, like trying to break free from the skirt of the low-cut skirt.

Her blond long hair is also coiled on her head, but the kind of bun that sticks to her scalp, with a hair clip of bright gemstones, is different from the beautiful bun with the classic charm of Bizhu, her exquisite hairstyle is more of a Western beauty. Sexy and glamorous.

The little guy Bisi originally wanted to sit next to her, but she seemed a little afraid of Bizhu, so Bizhu gave her a wink, so she obediently sat beside her mother.

"Master, you can use your chopsticks!" Bizhu put a bowl of carefully brewed ginseng soup in front of Lu Ming.

Lu Ming coughed, "You don't have to say anything, everyone use your chopsticks! Eat whatever you want!"

"The master's words are wrong. How can there be no rules and rules on the dining table? A meal is the root of human life, and it is the foundation of the rules."

Lu Ming froze, but he didn't dare to refute her, "Well, let's use your chopsticks!"

To say that this table of beauties, big and small, is really pleasing to the eye, and there is nothing to say about such a dining environment.

The fragrance of Bizhu and the fragrance of Pamela, one comes from the body and the other comes from the perfume, but each has its own good smell, which makes people feel euphoric.

"Even though elder sister comes from a good family in Xiyi, if you want to enter the house and accompany my master, you need to learn more about Zhongzhou etiquette!" Seeing that Pan Mila was clumsy with chopsticks, Bizhu couldn't help frowning slightly, and said : "It's cooking just now, my sister is too clumsy..."

Lu Ming was speechless, and lowered his head to pick up the rice, as if he couldn't hear it.

After thinking about it, I understood, it turned out that Bi Zhu dragged Pamela into the kitchen, how could Pamela know how to cook?
Sure enough, Pamela snorted coldly, "I used to think that my sister is a very gentle person and likes you very much, but I didn't expect that you are very mean."

The smell of gunpowder on the table immediately became stronger.

"Yes, I ate his clothes and wore his clothes. He helped me a lot, but you were talking to me in the kitchen just now. I don't know. You thought he was the crown prince? No matter how good his family was before, isn't that true? Are you coming to the East China Sea to escape?"

"What's more, I don't want to enter the room. Sister, don't be afraid. If you treat him like a gold bump, in my eyes, it's just so-so. I will naturally repay his kindness. It's not you people from Central Continent. Xu, women are worthless! I have no interest in marrying a few women to one man! Don't worry about these, my sister..."

"That..." Lu Ming raised his head and felt a chilly air on the side of Bizhu on the left, this was no joke.

"Sister Bizhu..." Bisi pursed her mouth, looking like she was about to cry in fright.

Lu Ming immediately felt the icy aura on the left dissipate quickly.

A piece of white lotus root was delivered to Bisi's bowl, and the owner of the snow-white slender hands holding on to the black ivory chopsticks was Bizhu.

"Little guy, eat this, it's good for your health, it can open up nine orifices, you are a rare spirituality among Western barbarians, a child can be taught!"

Lu Ming is helpless, what year is it, is there any scientific basis for what you said?How many holes are there on the lotus root, and the nine orifices can be opened after eating?What is the nine orifices?
"Thank you sister..." Bisi said timidly in a low voice, but seemed a little happy.

Lu Ming was even more speechless. Seeing Bisi, a "little barbarian", secretly happy after being praised as a good barbarian, he suddenly felt very funny.

Ok?Lu Ming had an idea, "Bizhu, do you know how to make alchemy or something? To strengthen your body?!"

Bizhu looked at him with beautiful eyes, and shook her head lightly: "The theory that pills can wash the marrow is really illusory, does the master believe it?"

Lu Ming coughed, "I don't believe it or not." I've been drinking traditional Chinese medicine for almost a month, but it doesn't seem to have any effect. My body is still very tired and weak.

Bizhu stretched out her slender fingers painted with Kodan and pointed to the soup in front of Lu Ming, "This bowl of soup is good for the master's body, and the master's blood, why would he care about the skin? Do more good deeds. Your merits and virtues will be complete, unless, master, you are not the chosen one!"

Lu Ming heard that the ginseng soup was useful, so he had already started to drink it in his hands, and didn't pay much attention to what was said after that. Nine out of ten sentences of this Bizhu's words were quite mysterious. If he listened too much, he would be as schizophrenic as her .

Seeing Lu Ming's frizzy behavior, Bi Zhu was stunned, with a little disappointment in her beautiful eyes, this guy really doesn't look like the Chosen One.

However, seeing his thoughtless appearance, the corners of Bi Zhu's mouth finally couldn't help showing a smile.

On the other side, Pamela slowly savored the dishes. Although her pretty face looked calm, she was shouting in her heart, this, is this a delicacy that can be cooked in the world?This is so delicious, simple ingredients, can make unimaginable taste, it's amazing.

She was completely immersed in guessing whether there was a secret to these delicacies. As a helper, she didn't see anything.

In this way, it is not so harsh for these two guys to boast about blood and so on.

People from Central Continent, I heard that thousands of years ago they were proud of their bloodlines, and regarded themselves as Western Yi, but they didn’t think that there are still such people today, who feel that their bloodlines are noble and unparalleled in the world, but feel free, why bother with these mental illnesses?
Moreover, Pan Mila glanced at Lu Ming. Even if this guy did something unreasonable, he shouldn't, and he has no right to be angry with him, right?
"Pan Mila, the day after tomorrow, there is a big event. I want to meet with people from Lingwei Auto Industry. There are some things that need your cooperation. I will explain to you later." Lu Ming looked at Pamela.

"Okay!" Pamela regained her spirits immediately. Nowadays, she seldom thinks about anything else, her career is the most important thing.

And the man in front of her didn't just give her food and drink, what she was most grateful for was giving herself a stage to display her talents.

(End of this chapter)