Mr. Lu, how about divorce today?

Le Zhao didn't sleep well. She was awakened by pain.

Maybe it's the retribution of her lying. My aunt came ahead of time, and still in such an impolite way.

Her trousers were soiled, and she dragged her limp body to get a new one. Because there is no servant on the second floor to disturb us, we can only do these things by ourselves.

She showed two straight long legs and walked around like that. Anyway, she was alone, so she had no scruples.

Like my grandmother taught me, shake the sheets. In my fantasy, they should Shua. The sheets will fall down and just cover the whole bed.

But because the action was so fierce, she was dizzy!

Stay up late and die suddenly sooner or later. This idea appears in Le Zhao's mind when everything in front of him is double.

She immediately fell down on the bed, slow for a while also did not see good, then to find a mobile phone. He reached to the bedside table and groped for it. With a bang, he knocked off his cell phone. In bad times, everything doesn't go well.

Le Zhao lay on the sheet and pinched the sheet feebly. His tears ran down uncontrollably.

This feeling of despair, like the tide, killed her.

She closed her eyes and didn't know how long she had been lying. She felt like she was hallucinating, like a knock on the door. When she opened her eyes, the voice disappeared again.

It seems that he is really dreaming. Le Zhao sniffed and heard the sound of unlocking the lock again.

She tried to open her eyes wide, although the sky twists and turns, but still saw a calm and indifferent figure, coming towards her.

At that moment, the image of Lu bandit, the great devil, was as high as the God of heaven in Le Zhao's heart.

Le Zhao was a little confused and murmured, "are you dreaming? How can this dog man appear in my dream in broad daylight. No, it's so painful, and you have to dream that indescribable dream? Le Zhao, do you still have humanity? "

The girl on the bed barefoot, lying on the snow-white sheet, a white face, it seems that there is no blood color, eyes straight Leng Leng to look at him, empty and flashing strange light, beautiful lines and clean lips are moving in a small range and fast, giving people the feeling is very wrong.

Lu stood by the bed and looked down at her for a few seconds, as if appreciating the girl's strange posture, strange state, but fragile Mi Li.

The curtain was closed tightly, and the whole room was dark. At first glance, Yue Zhao was not up yet.

When Lu Fei pressed the switch on the wall, he could only hear the sound of the machine sliding to work. The curtain slowly opened, and the sun also flowed to the bed, shining on the happy skin. The milky skin jumped into people's vision, clean but beautiful.

Le Zhao closed her eyes for a moment, because she couldn't stand the strong light and the sun was hot. She finally realized that it was not a dream.

"You, how did you get in?" After a while, Le Zhao felt uneasy and went to pull the quilt, but she was just about to change the sheets. The quilt had already been rolled up by her and thrown onto the sofa in the distance.

So instead, he grabbed the sheets and covered himself up in a hurry and embarrassment. He was very unhappy, but because he was angry, he didn't have any deterrent power. It was more like saying in a coquettish tone: "don't you knock when you come in?"

She was so ashamed that her bloodless face turned morbid pink. She pulled the sheets like that a few times just now, and her aunt was even more excited.

Le Zhao suspects that Nezha is making trouble in her stomach. She frowned tightly, took a cold breath, curled up under the sheets and gave a low moan.

Bandit Lu wanted to get angry, but seeing Le Zhao's weak appearance, he just grunted with displeasure. The voice line had the softness he didn't find: "how can I not be uncomfortable?"

He leaned over to hold the photo, and the woman in his arms cried, "no, no."

Because of Lu bandit's carelessness, the sheet was lost and Le Zhao was not covered. He was barefooted and had no sense of security.

Lu was not angry, so he pulled the sheet and wrapped her up. He took a look at the messy sofa and carried her directly into his room.

Le Zhao hides in Lu bandit's arms and sticks his wide chest to his ear. When he hears his heartbeat, it seems that his dizziness is better.

When she was put down, she curled up like a baby without a sense of security. Her little hand was tightly holding the sheet, and she looked pathetic.

Lu Fei stretched out his hand on her back and said, "what's wrong? Is it dysmenorrhea? I'll have someone bring me some painkillers. "

Le Zhao sniffed and groaned:" hypoglycemia. "

Bandit Lu straightened up and took a deep look at yuezhao who did not dare to look up: "are you a pig? Don't know how to get up early for breakfast? "

Le Zhao was already very uncomfortable. She felt dizzy in front of her eyes. Her heart beat very fast, especially her stomach hurt. But Lu had to teach her a lesson.

Tears, can't help rolling down, one after another.

She didn't get up early because she stayed up late last night to figure out how to let Lesong return her grandmother's things. He doesn't care anyway.

Sick people are very vulnerable, not to mention the triple pain of joy, emotional collapse, out of control.Bang!

The bandit Lu banged the door and left.

Thanks to her, just now she felt that he was a little bit human and seemed to care about her. In fact, it was a fake. Le Zhao's face was deeply buried in the sheet, and he wiped his tears on the sheet.

Almost wiped, feeling a little better, Le Zhao lifted the quilt.

She's not staying here!

Just as he was about to get out of bed, the door of the room opened and bandit Lu came in. He just saw this scene and his face sank. "Would you like to get out of bed? Believe it or not, I'll break your leg

Such a careless woman!

Le Zhao was so scared that she drew back into the quilt. Her eyes were filled with tears and her nose was red.

Bandit Lu threw one thing in front of Le Zhao.

"Eat it. "He ordered fiercely.

"No Le looked at it and ignored it.

"Don't toast, don't drink." Lu Fei stood by the bed, his voice was low and dangerous, and his anger went up.

"I don't want you to take care of me. Don't bother you. "Le Zhao felt aggrieved, and his impatient tone was uncomfortable.

She wants to be happy with Xiaobao. If Xiaobao were here, she would not be so fierce. Even a five-year-old is more considerate than Lu.

What's more, even at work, there's no reason to say that they still listen to the boss.

Lu Fei stares at Le Zhao for a while, picks up the chocolate again, peels off the packing bag three or two times, and hands it to le Zhao's lips. His tone is very fierce: "eat."

She touched a tear, desperately shaking her head, more and more pitiful like a little kitten who has been bullied, but it is clear that she is the first to open her teeth and claws.

"Don't let me force you into your mouth." His voice threatened with cold.

It seemed to work. Yuezhao's choking voice was a little lower. Then she looked at the chocolate and said, "what's the taste of this?"

How dare you choose?

Is this woman going to heaven?

The chocolate broke into two parts in Lu's hand: "hazelnut."

Le Zhao shook his head, "I don't want it."

"No choice."

"But I'm allergic to hazelnuts!"

On the side of her cheek, she dropped two big tears and slid them to her lips. She was so aggrieved that her voice changed its tone.