Flash marriage honey love: Mr.Lu spoils his wife without bottom line

Song Xiaoyou always felt uneasy. He always felt that eyelid beating was not a good thing.

However, she also felt lucky secretly, because she could see Mr. look's pen closing work again in Mr. Lu's home, but there was a sour feeling in her heart.

Mr. look has always been a myth. So far, no one has seen his true face, so it is even more mysterious.

Five years ago, she had the honor to attend Mr. look's farewell painting exhibition. She didn't expect to see him again today.

I just don't know why Mr. look chose to retire five years ago?

Will Mr. look really not appear in this capacity again?

Suddenly, a low magnetic voice broke her thinking, "Song Xiaoyou, how are you in my house?"

Song Xiaoyou's body was stunned. It was the bastard's voice.

She turned her head, and sure enough, what caught her eyes was this flawless handsome face. She remembered that he had kissed him in the coffee shop just now, and wanted to come forward and break up the bastard.

Song Xiaoyou clenched his teeth and thought about the purpose of coming today. He could only force himself to suppress his anger, outstretched his hand and said in a businesslike tone: "Hello, Mr. Lu. I'm song Xiaoyou. Today I'm here to appraise the painting for Mr. Liu Shuyuan. What's your painting... "

Lu Mingzhe smiled coldly, "do you appreciate painting?"

Song Xiaoyou listened to his tone as if he underestimated her.

She was still patient and explained, "Mr. Lu, there is absolutely no problem with my major. Where is the painting that needs to be identified?"

The corner of Lu Mingzhe's mouth raised a strange smile.

This time, in any case, he will not let her escape from his palm.

He didn't speak, but walked closer in her direction.

Song Xiaoyou looked at his body and quickly pasted it. Instinctively, he stepped back a few steps, which made him closer to her.

What does he want to do?

Flustered, she could only step back, but could not prevent a unique male breath from seeping into her nose. This smell made her heart more flustered.

Song Xiaoyou retreated all the way. She didn't notice the look picture behind her. Seeing that the man had to bow his head and kiss her again, there was no way to retreat. She spoke nervously, "you..." she became stuttering.

Lu Mingzhe said faintly, "there is a feather on your head."

Song Xiaoyou looked at his cold and faint expression, but he could only hold back his anger.

"Mr. Lu, where is that picture, please?"

Lu Mingzhe kept an indifferent look, his voice was still as cold as indifference, "it's on your right."

Song Xiaoyou turned around and heard a 'Bang' before he saw the picture.

With a tremor in her heart, she saw that the wheat field fell to the ground, just as the glass fragments fell on the painting, and even a large glass piece plunged into the painting.

Song Xiaoyou calls from the bottom of his heart that it's over, it's over

She ruined Mr. look's classic.

Lu Mingzhe quietly hid the strangeness on his face and deliberately asked her indifferently, "Song Xiaoyou, the last painting before Mr. look received his pen was destroyed by you."

Song Xiaoyou's first reaction was to apologize to Lu Mingzhe, "yes..."

Before she could say sorry, she found something wrong and immediately explained, "Mr. Lu, you know I'll break your wheat field when I turn around, but you don't remind me. You're on purpose."

Lu Mingzhe glanced at her with an expressionless face, and a long and melodious voice overflowed from the corner of his lips. "Song Xiaoyou, if you do something wrong, you should be responsible, not escape responsibility."

Song Xiaoyou puffed up his cheeks, which is clearly what Lu Mingzhe did on purpose!

She raised her eyes and gave him a gnash of teeth.

"You did it on purpose!"

Lu Mingzhe said in a deep voice, "Song Xiaoyou, I need to destroy Mr. look's pen collection to frame you?"

Song Xiaoyou lowered his eyes. He really doesn't need to do this. After all, a collector can't

"How much do you want me to compensate you?"

She clearly remembers that a picture of Mr. look was auctioned for 10 million five years ago. This wheat field is Mr. look's work. It's a classic among classics, so it's priceless.

Lu Mingzhe gently raised his eyebrow and said coldly, "compensation? I have a very reasonable method of compensation. "

"What method?"