Mr.Lu is blacklisted again

Lu listens late to the high spirits, turns a mask from a former brand dealer to himself, and puts Lu Yanxiu carefully and carefully.

She told the truth that she was serious about letting Lu Yanxiu soak his feet and wanted him to implement it, because it was really good for his health and alleviated fatigue.

As for sticking the mask to maintain him, she just wants to play on the spur of the moment.

How could she really dislike that he is older than herself? Even without Lu Yanxiu, she thinks she will find someone several years older than herself when looking for a boyfriend, not someone of her own age or similar age.

Because she thinks uncle is more attractive, more secure, more caring, and especially likes his mature appearance in a suit.

In fact, Lu tingwan made a mistake. She didn't really like Uncle from the beginning, but because of Lu Yanxiu, she liked uncle and felt that uncle was charming, safe and able to take care of people.

It's not that Lu Yanxiu met all her mate selection criteria, but because Lu Yanxiu had those mate selection criteria.

If Lu Yanxiu is really an ordinary student of her age, her mate selection criteria will naturally be different at this time.

Lu Yanxiu is her criterion for choosing a spouse.

"How do you feel?" Lu tingwan knelt down beside him and asked him curiously.

Lu Yanxiu: "I don't feel it."

"You close your eyes, close your eyes, enjoy 15 minutes and let your skin absorb it. In a moment, you will be ten months younger, no, ten years old."

Lu Yanxiu closed his eyes.

Lu tingwan quietly took out his mobile phone and turned on the camera. He thought that uncle Xiao must have a look at such a scene.

The old man had been flickered to apply the mask.

It's incredible that he would do such a thing with his rough male character.

I'm afraid it's not a fever, is it? When he wakes up every day, in retrospect, will he smoke himself? No, he will only smoke her.

"Didn't you tell me to stick it with you?"

Lu Yanxiu suddenly opened his mouth and opened his eyes. Lu tingwan, who was about to take a picture, shook his hand.

"What are you doing?"

Lu Yanxiu looked at the cell phone close at hand and asked.

"No, nothing." Lu tingwan blinked and put away his cell phone with a guilty conscience.

"I, my great aunt is here. I'll apply it with you when my great aunt is gone." she wanted to tear away the topic.

Lu Yanxiu frowned and asked, "did you take a picture?"

"No, what's the picture?"

"Bring it." Lu Yanxiu sat up straight.

"No, you see." Lu tingwan opened the album to him. "I'm looking at the time."

Lu Yanxiu looked at his cell phone and didn't believe her. "Look at the time. What does your cell phone do to my face?"

"You, your face is not a signal." Lu listened to the nonsense, "Oh, you hurry to sit down and have to apply it for twelve minutes."

"Can you really stick this thing to your face? How can I smell a compound?"

"These materials are already made of flour."

"But... I feel a little itchy."

"Ah? Itch? How can it itch?"

"Really... A little itchy." Lu Yanxiu felt a little uncomfortable, and the more itchy he felt.

"Let me see." Lu listens to the night and gets close. He looks carefully and wonders, "eh ~ there seems to be a red dot here, too."

Lu Yanxiu was stunned. He stared and listened to Lu late.

"You, you don't apply it first. Go and wash your face first." Lu tingwan pushed him and asked him to wash his face.

Lu Yanxiu got up quickly and stepped into the bathroom.

A minute later, Lu Yanxiu's roar came from the bathroom: "Lu, listen late!"