Mr. Lu, don't abuse me, Madam really won't give you andrology treatment

The morning sun was rising, and the pale golden light penetrated the glass and filled the entire bedroom.

Qiao Yin opened her eyes and looked at the sunshine in the room and Lu Lingche next to her. For a moment, she had the illusion that she and he had gone back in time and returned to that short, peaceful and stable marriage life.

A warm kiss fell on her forehead, and she heard him ask in a low and sexy voice: "Are you awake? Did you sleep well last night?"

Qiao Yin ignored him. She sat up wrapped in quilt, picked up the bath towel she threw on the floor last night, wrapped herself up and got out of bed.

She could only regard last night's absurdity as a dream. When she woke up and returned to her senses, Lu Lingche was nothing but the air.

She went to the bathroom to wash herself.

Lu Lingche felt her disregard, but he didn't care, because it was useless for her to ignore him, and he would not give up.

He got up and got out of bed, went to the living room to get his own clothes and Qiao Yin's clothes, and then went to the bathroom to find her.

Qiao Yin was stunned for a moment when she saw him, but she quickly looked away: "Can't you wear some clothes?"

"I saw that you liked my abs, so I didn't wear them on purpose."

Qiao Yin's face turned red. She rinsed her mouth quickly, snatched the clothes from Lu Lingche's hand, and pushed him out of the door.

There was a bang on the door, and Lu Lingche was locked out.

He glanced down at himself, with a faint smile on his lips.

He decided to make his abdominal muscles stronger so that she might like them better next time he plays with her.

He slowly put on his trousers and then his shirt.

After he was all dressed, he stood in front of the mirror and took a look.

It's okay, I just need to scrape off the new stubble and then I can kiss her.

He went to another bathroom, washed his face, brushed his teeth, shaved, and took care of his short hair, and then returned to wait outside Qiao Yin's bathroom.

After a while, the bathroom door opened. As soon as Qiao Yin came out, he held her hand and led her to the restaurant: "It's very beautiful."

Qiao Yin glanced at him: "When did Mr. Lu learn to praise people?" "I didn't talk about people, I talked about clothes."

Qiao Yin couldn't help but hesitate.

Lu Lingche couldn't help but laugh when he saw her halting in her steps, with an expression that was hard to explain on her pretty face: "I'm just kidding you, it's you I'm praising, not your clothes."

"It's okay, Mr. Lu has always been blind, I know that."

"Am I blind? But I think you are the most beautiful in the world."

"There is no need for Mr. Lu to say such things against his will just to prove that he is not blind. In your eyes, I am just a bug, right?"

"No, I think I'm more like a bug in your eyes. You want to trample me to death."

"It's good that Mr. Lu knows."

Qiao Yin smiled at him, took out her hand, and sat down at the dining table.

A sumptuous breakfast has been placed on the dining table, and the food is all exuding an alluring aroma. There is a pot of steaming coffee next to it, and its unique aroma makes Qiao Yin slightly energetic.

She didn't rush to eat, but took out her mobile phone from her bag and clicked a few times.

Lu Lingche picked up the coffee pot and poured her a cup of coffee. When he heard his cell phone ringing, he took it over and took a look.

It was Qiao Yin who finally approved his WeChat friend application and transferred 1 yuan to him.

Putting down the coffee pot, he sat next to Qiao Yin and asked calmly: "How do you transfer money to me? Is it the service fee for last night? Mr. Qiao."

Qiao Yin took a sip of coffee and said with a smile: "Of course not, Mr. Lu, you are not worth so much money! This is the meal fee transferred to you. As agreed last night, I will treat you to dinner, but the restaurant is You ordered it and you paid for the meal in advance, so I want to transfer it to you."

Lu Lingche glanced at her and tapped her forehead lightly: "Have I spoiled you too much, and you dare to say that I'm worthless. The meal doesn't cost so much, but you gave me too much."

"Anything more can be treated as service charge."