Do You Want to Touch My Fish Tail?

The secretary led more than ten people into the villa and approached the door of Lu Myanmar's room, which was already locked.

In addition to the military doctors carrying stretchers, there were also a dozen well-equipped soldiers at the scene.

Lu Burma’s mental problems are the current secret of the empire, but these people are the confidants who have followed Lu Burma for many years, and the secretary can trust them.

In the worst case, Lu Burmese mentally rioted, and these dozen people may not be able to use it.

The secretary took a deep breath and said to them: "Everything is ready, move quickly later, don't hurt the general as soon as possible."

"Yes." Everyone is ready to see death at home.

A soldier with a steel shield slammed open the door

Unexpected darkness and shock.

The secretary slammed the person in front of him, but saw an orange night light in the room.

A warm light shone in the corner of the bed.

Lu Mian, who was supposed to be out of control, was lying quietly on the bed, his eyes closed, and he was falling asleep.

And beside him was Song Huai, who was also asleep on the side of the bed.

The secretary approached, seeing this weird and peaceful scene, his eyes were uncertain.

At this moment, Song Huai rubbed his eyes and woke up.

He yawned and looked up at the sudden appearance of so many people in the room, shocked.

He blinked and asked, "What's the matter?"

The military doctor had completed the preliminary diagnosis for Lu Myanmar, and nodded to the secretary, saying that there is no special situation for the time being, but further diagnosis is needed.

The secretary turned his head and said to Song Huai: "The general had a high fever yesterday, and I was a little confused. I have been working hard tonight, Madam."

Song Huai didn't doubt the secretary's words. He stood up barefoot and stretched his waist: "Then you guys should be busy. I'll go back to the room and sleep for a while."

Song Huai was too sleepy, and the sick Lu Mian was really difficult to deal with, pinching and biting at him, even when he was bathing and changing clothes.

Although-although he is also very happy, Lu Mian's figure is really good.

Song Huai thought shyly: He not only looked at Lu Mian's body today, but also sneaked up a few abdominal muscles, eight pack abdominal muscles while rubbing his body! He has only seen it in Xiaohuang comics!

Song Huai's brain was full of yellow waste, and he fell asleep as soon as he touched the person in the bed.

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The next day, it was almost time for lunch.

Song Huai slept in a daze, suddenly a violent spirit, the busy mermaid sat up.

He sat on the bed all over the floor looking for his own bunny slippers, but couldn't find any.

He had to go out barefoot, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw the secretary standing at the door like a ghost.

Seeing Song Huai, the secretary bowed respectfully: "Mrs. Early."

Song Huai scratched his head in embarrassment. It was noon, and the sun had already been basking.

Thinking that he had made plans with confidence before, on the first day of the move, he must get up early and cook a breakfast personally, which opened his eyes to Lu Myanmar.

Thinking of Lu Mian, Song Huai asked, "Is the admiral better?"

The secretary nodded: "The fever has gone, and it's okay now."

Song Huai wanted to see Lu Mian, but the secretary stopped him: "I'm sorry, Madam, the admiral still needs time to rest now, so please visit again later."

Song Huai had to nod his head.

"The brunch downstairs is ready. Which one do you want to use?"

Brunch was really sweet, but Song Huai was not happy at all.

He walked to the top of the stairs and stopped, resting his palm on the railing, and was silent for a few seconds.

Song Huai turned around and asked grievously: "Does the admiral hate me very much?"

"Why does Madam ask that?"

Song Huai pouted his mouth and thought that at that time, Lu Mian was fierce and let him go, he must not like him very much.

I said that I needed to rest when I was sick, and I must say that because I didn't want to see him.

The secretary didn't say a word yet, Song Huai's little head had already turned ninety and eighteen.

From being dismissed by Lu Myanmar to finally being kicked out of his marriage, he became the laughing stock of the entire empire. From then on, his mother played mahjong and was partnered with him. His father went to the vegetable market to buy food more expensive than others. All sorts of tragic circumstances have been thought of.

The secretary looked at Song Huai frowning and writing all his thoughts on his face. He thought this kid was really cute.

He suppressed his smile and said to Song Huai earnestly: "Madam, I have been with the Admiral for many years. Based on what I know about him, I don't think he hates you."

"Really?" Song Huai didn't believe it at all, the secretary must be trying to comfort himself.

The secretary solemnly said: "Yes, madam, I hope you will stay with the admiral forever."

The destructive power and offensive power of Lu Mian's mental riots were seen by the secretary. When Lu Mian first attacked, he was not there, but he had seen scenes where his colleagues who worked with him were seriously injured. There are also several adjutants who are equally powerful in combat.

When receiving Song Huai's call yesterday, the secretary thought that he might not see the boy anymore.

But

Thinking of the scene I saw yesterday, the secretary's eyes softened.

It was the first time that he saw such a quiet scene in Lu Mian.

Song Huai's sadness came and went quickly, and he "dang" in his head and remembered one thing.

Song Huai approached the secretary sneakily: "I'm asking you." I don't know what was thinking of, Song Huai's cheeks turned pink with naked eyes, and the whole person looked a little unspeakable. He stubbornly asked, "You admiral. Is it a foot control?"

Secretary:? ? ? !

The secretary smelled a tinge of gossip, really (private) sincere (heart): "Can you tell me what happened? I can help you analyze the situation."

Song Huai thought about it for a while, and finally said quietly, "When I was in bed last night, the admiral insisted that he held my feet and refused to let it go." The more Song Huai said, his face became redder and his voice came. The younger he is, how can he feel like sharing the fun of husband and wife with others, "He still scratches my feet, but it's itchy. It took me a lot of effort to get my feet out."

The secretary thinks he has been in the industry for many years and has rich experience, coupled with the fact that he has been working alongside Lu Myanmar for many years, and he is affected by his facial paralyzed face. It is not a particularly shocking thing. He will never show any extra expressions.

After hearing Song Huai's words, the secretary's expression changed from calm to perverted, thanks to his quick collection. Realizing his gaffe, the secretary coughed slightly, and tried to help his immediate boss find his place: "Admiral, he is probably burnt."

"That's right." Song Huai thought so too, Lu Mian told him to get out, how could he still like his little feet.

Song Huai felt sad again, even if Lu Mian didn't like his little feet, he still had fish tails.

He originally thought that Lu Mian would like his fish tail so beautiful. But last time I heard from the classmates that Lu Mian had been trapped by a mermaid before. If he knew that he was a little mermaid, would he be sent to the laboratory for research like that **** Lu Chengze?

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At that time.

In the room.

The handsome man lying on the bed trembled slightly with his long eyelashes.

Lu Mian suddenly opened his tired and sore eyes, staring at the snow-white wall, his eyes still blank.

After a few seconds, he finally regained consciousness.

Lu Mian sat up with his arm supported, his left hand was being infused, and his right hand seemed to be holding something.

Lu Mian picked up the thing and found it was a rabbit slippers.