Do You Want to Touch My Fish Tail?

The eyes of many people at the scene were attracted.

The drunk Song Huai hadn't realized that he had lost his ugliness in public. He only felt wronged in his heart.

Lu Chengze on the side also heard the movement. When he was walking hurriedly with his legs, Lu Mian in a suit and leather shoes was a step faster than him.

Lu Mian bent down and reached out to the drunk child on the ground.

When Song Huai saw that face, he forgot everything, and he handed over his hand in a daze.

When Lu Chengze walked to the scene, Lu Mian had already led Song Huai away.

Song Huai was led by Lu Mian, his eyes fixed on each other while holding his hand.

In fact, he was already very drunk, but his feet still couldn't help but stumbling with Lu Mun along the way, but he could keep up.

After getting drunk, Song Huai always wanted to do something bad.

He looked at the hand that was holding him too slender and beautiful, and then gently scratched the palm of the opponent with his finger.

Lu Mian noticed Song Huai's movements and stopped and turned back.

The little drunkard's original Le Diandian expression froze when he saw Lu Mian's cold face.

So fierce.

Well, I want to cry again.

Lu Mian watched as the smiling child suddenly turned to rain, wrinkled his nose, and cried out in seconds.

Song Huai almost instantly remembered that he originally wanted Lu Mian to hug him like that woman, but the other party actually just led him away.

Moreover, he was particularly spineless when he reached out his hand and ran away.

Song Huai's head was dizzy now, and he didn't know that he was afraid that Lu Mian was anymore, so he immediately pushed his nose to his face.

He loosened his hands, sat on the ground with a butt, and then fell down again. The whole set of touch-ceramic-like movements flowed smoothly.

Just like the action of falling down in the hall, he lay down on the corridor.

Fortunately, it is far away from the hall, and now there is no one else in the corridor except for the two of them.

This time Song Huai was smarter.

He hid his hands under him and pressed it down, not giving Lu Mian a chance to pull him up.

He doesn't care, he just hugged others, and he wants Lu Mian to hug!

Song Huai was restrained like a little duck, only trying to look up at Lu Mian with his little face up.

Seeing that Lu Mian made no further action, he was upset again.

Song Huai kicked his legs a few times like a dog, thinking he gave Lu Mian a sneak peek in the middle. Seeing that the other party was indifferent, Song Huai felt even more angry. He started to roll on the ground. He rolled for a while and found that the carpet in the hallway was very soft and quite fun.

For a moment, the playfulness became so big that I forgot to pretend to be cute, and I was so happy. He giggled while rolling, as if he had been clicked by someone, and couldn't stop at all.

Lu Mian had never seen a person change their face so quickly in an instant, smirking until crying and then smirking.

He looked at the powerful person rolling on the ground and rubbed his forehead unconsciously.

This kid is too troublesome.

Suddenly, with a "boom", Song Huaibun hit the wall.

After a full five seconds of silence, Song Huai started crying again.

Because it was easy to choke while crying while lying down, he cleverly got up and sat on the ground crying.

While crying, his fingertips secretly opened a slit, and looked up at Lu Mian.

The gap between the fingers was too big, and Lu Mian caught him straight.

Song Huai pouted: "Why don't you hug me."

He said, crying.

Lu Mian looked at Song Huai condescendingly, the little guy's cheeks flushed, his mouth and eyes were too bright red.

Lu Mian was silent for a moment and asked, "How much wine did you drink?"

Song Huai couldn't understand what he was talking about. He only knew that he just wanted this person to pick him up, but he didn't hug himself.

He crossed his arms, his whole person screamed, his anger was less than three seconds, then he turned his face, and said in a bad mood: "You... come here—"

After Lu Mian pondered for a moment, he walked over, and just before bending down, Song Huai grabbed his arm.

He grunted and bit in Lu Mian's ear, and before he could speak out, he was pushed away by Lu Mian.

Song Huai fell back with a **** stump, and his whole body fell into a daze.

Song Huaike was so wronged. He was spoiled and held up by his family since he was a child, and he has never suffered such a big grievance: "You bullied me."

Lu Mian stood under the light for a moment, and the light fell from the top of his head, making it difficult to see his expression.

After about a few seconds, Lu Mian walked to Song Huai again.

He stretched out his hand, bent his hands from the back of Song Huai's neck and knees, and hugged him.

Song Huaigang had been arguing for so long and the other party hadn't responded. Suddenly he succeeded. He was still in some condition. He looked at Lu Mian's face dumbly, "hiccup", and hiccup.

The embarrassing thing is that it is not a simple cry.

Immediately afterwards, Song Huai hiccuped a few more times. It's full of hiccups.

Song Huai's face was flushed. Even if he was drunk, he didn't know how to be embarrassed. He drooped his head and explained, "I, I stole a little egg **** and fruit tonight."

Fearing that Lu Mian would not believe it, he added: "It's really only a little bit. I have a small appetite and it's easy to feed it."

Song Huai especially wanted to see something from Lu Mian's face, but this person was too stretched. He was dizzy again now, and he couldn't even recognize what the other person was thinking.

Although unpredictable, Song Huai thought to himself. It's pretty cool.

"Song Huai."

This was the first time Lu Mian called his name. The voice was low and magnetic, and Song Huai was instantly attracted to his attention.

In the deserted corridor, Lu Mian walked steadily on the thick carpet wearing shiny leather shoes.

The warm orange top light and the wall lamp complement each other, and some dim lights make the outline deeper. His whole face is angular and perfectly like a sculpture.

"You see clearly, who am I."

The appearance of the Lu family is somewhat similar. As the best in the family, Lu Mian has been used as a model for Lu Chengze since he was a child. People who have met Lu Chengze often mention that his elder brother's son looks a bit similar to Lu Mian.

So just now, Song Huai stubbornly wanted Lu Mian to hug him. Lu Mian thought that he recognized himself as Lu Chengze.

Song Huai's fish head was shocked by the other's prosperous beauty, and he was completely speechless.

Lu Mian lowered his eyelids slightly, and the silence of the other party seemed to be an expected response.

After a moment of silence, Lu Mian said: "If you really like Chengze, you can tell me the truth. You really don't want to get married, and I won't force you."

This marriage was decided long ago, but in terms of age, Lu Mian was a generation older than Song Huai. Lu Mian had been at war for the first half of his life, and he was slow to emotional matters. I didn't think about what kind of person I would spend my life with in the future, but he just repaid him with such a marriage contract.

From his original intention, to find a marriage partner to marry and start a family, it is plain and stable, and live a stable life. Even if there is no affection, the husband and wife are as respectful as guests, he will not interfere with each other's life too much.

He didn't care who Song Huai liked before or whether he liked him or not. But he didn't allow it, and betrayed too much.

So in the garden before, he said very clearly.

Song Huai looked at him blankly, blushing.

Lu Mian was defeated in his clear and ignorant eyes.

Forget it, what to discuss with an underage drunk.

Walking to the sofa, Lu Mian put the person down.

As soon as he let go, Song Huai grabbed his arm.

The other person sat on the sofa and looked up at him, looking innocent.

The latter seemed to perceive his emotions and carefully rubbed his face with his arm, as if trying to please Lu Mian's favor: "Isn't my brother accompanied by Dudu?"

Lu Mian had never had such close contact with anyone before, and tonight seemed to have exhausted all his life in Song Huai.

"Dudu, is that your nickname?"

Song Huai nodded, and explained happily: "Grandpa said that when I was a child, I especially liked watching small trains. It was the kind of beeping, so I called Dudu."

Song Huai was already drunk and dazed, and he explained to him with seriousness.

It happened that Lu Qiwen came over and saw the two of them.

He narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Amen, what do you think?"

Lu Mian lowered his head and glanced at the young man whose neck was no longer able to hold his head, raised his eyes, his tone was calm, as if he was dealing with something programmatically: "Just do what my father wants."

Lu Qiwen sighed when he saw him like this. His son is like a robot without feelings.

Worry.

As soon as Lu Qiwen left, Song Huai, who hadn't moved, suddenly moved again.

The latter is like a snail climbing a tree, crawling along Lu Myanmar's arm as a telephone pole.

He gave up a lot of energy, and on tiptoe, he grabbed Lu Mian by the collar.

Lu Mian lowered his eyes and looked at this clingy little drunk.

When the eyes are facing each other.

With a sudden "Wow", Song Huai spit out while leaning against Lu Mian's arms.

Lu Myanmar:...