Mr. Lu, how about divorce today?

Lu bandit's dark eyes were locked tightly, happy to shine on every awkward expression, and a light smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

Le Zhao's eyes moved and he felt bored just now.

She changed her mind and was not going to ask.

"Darling, I will spend every festival with you in the future."

Le Zhao reaches out and pats the man's quiet pretty face.

It seems that the roles between the two people have changed a little. After yuezhao knew it, he seemed that he had been playing with bandit Lu just now.

Lu bandit's eyes crossed a smile, and raised the hand that Le Zhao was about to take back to her lips. The warm lip petal was printed on the back of her hand, "I will accompany you to celebrate every festival in the future."

He gazed at her deeply, and the corners of his mouth curved upward, charming and sexy.

At this time, the servant announced that Miss Sheng was coming.

In Lanyuan, no one would call Sheng Qingqing Mrs. Lu. As we all know, she is just a wife in name.

Lu didn't want to see her.

But le Zhao hooked his lips. "It's better to listen to Mrs. Lu's ideas."

Lu's request for Le Zhao was seldom refused.

Sheng gently appeared in the living room, now she looks very tired.

"Bandit, I didn't mean to disturb you today. I just want to ask you, Sheng Jia The Sheng family is really going to die. Please help me for the sake of serving my grandmother. "

"What a pity."

Le Zhao makes a sound in Lu's arms. Lu looks down at her. He knows very well that Le Zhao remembers revenge.

Sure enough, the next second, Le Zhao's languid and cool voice sounded, "it's getting warmer, the Sheng family should be bankrupt."

"Yes." Lu Fei's deep voice suppressed a smile, "what you say is what you say."

Le Zhao can't help hugging him and kissing him again. His picturesque eyes and eyebrows bend. It's good to be an overbearing president.

"Le Zhao! How do you say it was raised in Sheng family! That's what you do to the people who raised you? You have no conscience! It's better to have a dog than to have you

Sheng gently despairingly scolded, she completely lost her mind.

"Raise me?" Le Zhao struggled to get down from Lu's arms and stood on the armrest of the second floor, looking down at Sheng lightly. "I remember my mother's legacy was given to the Sheng family. At that time, your mother said that your family needed a cash flow, and then took the money away. Sheng Qingwen, it's up to my mother that your family can live to now. "

Sheng lightly still not reconciled, "your mother should be, what do you think you are?"

"Drag it out."

The bandits of the land raised their lips.

Sheng cried softly, "I'm your wife, bandit Lu!"

"Housekeeper, give her the divorce agreement."

The voice of Lu bandit without temperature rang out.

Sheng gently, all the voices are blocked in the throat.

Le Zhao didn't look any further, but went into his own room.

There are many short messages in the mobile phone, among which Zheng Yuanshan sent one: do you want Shenbao? Do you need Shenbao?

"Go away!"

"Oh, you are the only one who replied to me today. Isn't Zhaoye still up from bed? "

Zheng Yuanshan's message is almost a second back, poor single dog, a look is holding a mobile phone no one to answer.

"What's your day like? You don't have the audacity to say you're a gift, do you? "

"I cook for him. There are too many people outside. I don't want to go out and join in the fun."

After a minute, the goods reply to her:

"ha ha ha! You are not creative! Cooking! The smell of lampblack is all over the place. It's too impersonal. "

"He likes it!" Happy as proud face.

Generally, Valentine's Day is to buy gifts, buy things that the other party may not have but needs.

But what did the bandits lack?

He is super rich. He is not sure how much money he has.

His usual clothing brands are so exquisite that the cufflinks are all high-grade goods. Le Zhao silently glances at his bank card balance and does not insult himself.

Le Zhao, who didn't know what to do, had to ask Zheng Yuanshan, an old driver, for help.

"That Give me a move! Director Zheng

"Go for it."

What does Lu bandit like? Le Zhao thought for a while, and came to the conclusion that Lu Shao likes her! She's in bed! Take the initiative to kiss her!

"What to do? It seems to be me

"Impudence!"

Le Zhao rolls on the bed. It's not her narcissism, it's his deep-seated personality. It's easy to see his emotional fluctuations. Only when he's in bed can he express his emotions directly.

Le Zhao covered her hot face, "don't talk nonsense!"

"Then you can satisfy him in all directions. With him covering you, you can not only walk horizontally in the film and television industry, you can walk horizontally in Nancheng. "This said, when she is a crab!

Le Zhao left her cell phone and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

Come out again, Le Zhao's body has changed into a set of comfortable home clothes.

One more person on the big bed.

At this time, the setting sun slants to the west, and the warm afterglow casts the last light and heat in the room.

The bandit half leans on the side of the bed, and her eyes are locked tightly all the time.

Le Zhao was a little puzzling. He felt that the man's eyes were a bit gloomy, and it was a bit like an elegant cheetah seeing the prey, with a quiet examination and look.

Le Zhao subconsciously lowered his head and quickly glanced at his clothes. There was no problem. He was dressed neatly.

Lu bandits hook toward her, low voice intoxicating strong, "come here."

As soon as Le Zhao approached, he caught him in his arms and fell on the man's chest, which was still a little painful.

Le Zhao raised her eyes wrongly, but she heard Lu's cold voice.

"I didn't satisfy you, did I?"

Le Zhao can't help but cry, this charge is really unjust, "I'm enough to deal with you alone, OK?"

"You'd better give me a satisfactory explanation."

Lu Fei throws his mobile phone in front of Le Zhao.

"How can you go through my things without my permission?"

Lu Fei gave a cold hum, his low vision was cold, his impatience was rising gradually, and his strength around his waist was growing. "Give me an explanation first."

"Explain what..."

When seeing the things on the screen of the mobile phone, the rest of Le Zhao's words were all blocked in his throat.

Should the page be so powerful!

"It must be cell phone poisoning. There's no other reason."

Just then, another message came in.

"I've given you all my years of excellent goods. This is a blessing from the dead house! Practice well

Zheng Yuanshan, you're a fool!

Lu had been impatient and snatched his cell phone. "What does Zheng Yuanshan mean by sending you these? Tired of living? "

Although base friend is cheap, it really has no other meaning.

Le looked after his face full of evil, for fear that today next year will be the death day of the single dog. He was in a hurry to appease the well-known Asian vinegar king, "no, no, you understand wrong."