My wife is pure and pure

Luo Mingyu's cousin and Yan Jue's cousin are the bride and groom respectively.

This is outrageous, her mother cried outrageously --- outrageously died.

Both Ms. Ding Lan and the parents at the same table felt that this was a bit of a coincidence.

"Yeah, then we can be regarded as relatives in the future."

Ms. Ding Lan smiled and showed kindness.

Although this relative relationship is not good enough, it is the kind of level where eight poles are just scratching the edge, but it is still closer than the simple relationship between classmates and parents.

Luo Mingyu was in a delicate mood about this, and the possibility and danger brought to her by this sudden relationship seemed to be justified.

After all, the other party is just a small deskmate.

But she also had to be wary of the possibility of using it as a fulcrum to move her ass later.

"Haha~ Yes, yes, yes~"

The parents of both sides of the relationship readily accepted it. Luo Mingyu glanced at Yan Jue, who was being held by her arm, and found that there was a hint of shy joy in her expression.

A feeling of embarrassment that wants to laugh but has to be held back is obvious.

Outsiders may not be able to tell, but as Luo Mingyu who has been at the same table for many years, they can easily read her mood at this time from her micro-expressions.

While Ms. Ding Lan was chatting with Yan Jue's mother, Yan Jue's father had already arrived at the front desk to open a room.

However, because of the appearance of Ms. Ding Lan and the others, he escaped the nagging and was a bit complacent, and soon discovered a new problem.

"Sorry sir, we don't have any spare rooms here~"

The receptionist at the front desk spoke words that made people jump with a very professional smile.

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"Ah?! There's no room left here?"

Yan Jue's father raised the volume a little in disbelief, and he could fully imagine how sharp his eyes were when his son looked at him.

It was as uncomfortable as a light on my back.

If it weren't for Ms. Ding Lan and the others, he might have been scolded a long time ago.

And when Yan Jue's father was thinking about whether to go to other places farther away to try to find it, Ms. Ding Lan behind him came over with a smile and said.

"Is there only three of you in your family? If so, there will be an empty room on our side."

Originally, Ms. Ding Lan planned to check out, but now it is convenient.

Yan Jue's mother followed.

"I'm so sorry~ We'll give you the rent~"

There is no reason to refuse such kindness, and it really helped them solve their urgent needs.

"No~ not much, I have three rooms here, how about this~ My eldest daughter and I have one room, your husband and wife have one room, and the remaining two children have one room~"

what?

Luo Mingyu looked up at her mother in front of her.

Why did you arrange it so clearly for yourself?

Although, although this arrangement is the most reasonable, there is no reason for anyone to refuse it.

But the rebellious heart in Luo Mingyu's heart still felt a little unhappy.

"What do you think?" Ms. Ding Lan's words were aimed at Luo Mingyu and Yan Jue.

For this, Luo Mingyu had no choice but to show enthusiasm, cheerfulness, and even some joyful eagerness to try.

"Okay, no problem!"

She responded in a Jiege-like tone, and at the same time hugged Yan Jue's arm harder and smiled.

"Hey, what do you say at the same table~?"

Yan Jue didn't have any opinion on this kind of thing, but her character made her not appear overly happy and restless.

The bluffing look has never had anything to do with her.

Even when she saw Luo Mingyu blooming towards her before, she didn't show excessive excitement or throbbing.

Of course, what she looks like in her heart is another matter.

At least on the surface, Yan Jue has never had that kind of expression that is too expressive.

So when Luo Mingyu pretended to ask her, the little deskmate just smiled shyly.

"Okay, I can do both."

So, the arrangement for tonight was happily decided.

If anyone had to say who was unhappy, it might only be my sister Luo Mingran.

But this point of dissatisfaction is far from being spoken out, and she is also very clear that such a decision is reasonable.

After simply moving the luggage and backpack.

Luo Mingyu and her deskmate came to their own room.

This is still a big bed room, and the bathroom is still glass.

Although it is frosted glass with blurred processing...

After Yan Jue came in, he suddenly became nervous.

Especially after seeing the glass wall of the bathroom, patches of hotness immediately swept across his face.

At this moment, she thought of many beautiful scenes, first of all, the scene when Luo Mingyu was using it was so exciting no matter how she saw it.

The second is the unavoidable shyness when I use it.

The little deskmate is not Mengmeng, if it is Mengmeng, she will not feel embarrassed because of such trivial daily things.

After all, as a good sister who holds hands and pees every day, such a layer of glass is enough to cover her shame.

In fact, if it is Mengmeng, even if it is face-to-face with Luo Mingyu across the air, the convection of mutual intimacy will not be too strange.

In this regard, the little deskmate is really embarrassing.

When Yan Jue was a little restless, Luo Mingyu behind him showed a quite natural and casual side.

After stuffing the door card into the entry card lamp, Luo Mingyu threw herself directly onto the bed.

She was very tired, and although she hadn't done anything, she was just as lazy.

With such a posture ready to fire from behind at any time, he confidently faced his little deskmate.

She wasn't worried at all that the other party would just get on the horse and come over.

She has this trust in Yan Jue, if it were someone else, Luo Mingyu would never dare to roll her eyes like this.

It's the same whether it's Aunt Bai or Ling Yuqiu, not to mention Shi Qingyun who is known for playing too many tricks.

In other words, even if the small squad leader came over, he might have to slap Luo Mingyu's ass to find the feeling.

Only Yan Jue would not do this alone.

Hmm... Han Zitong's words may be similar?

Chapter 880 It's a pity we can't be together

Han Zitong is actually not a timid girl, and of course she will not be as cautious as Yan Jue. Although her character has always been internal pressure, she will never show mercy when it is time to make a move.

At this point, Luo Mingyu can pat his ass to guarantee that the other party is ruthless enough to destroy flowers.

This is all written down.

Luo Mingyu lay lazily on the double bed, which was so spacious that she could roll around.

Yan Jue behind him was really uncomfortable.

She stood aside cautiously, and after putting down her backpack, she was still embarrassed to sit on the bed directly.

Instead, he chose a chair next to him, and at the same time, in order not to make himself look so wrong, Yan Jue took out a book and flipped through it.

"Eh? What are you looking at at the same table?"

After bouncing around, Luo Mingyu turned over and lay on the bed with her chin propped on her side, looking curiously at Yan Jue who was not far away.

The graceful and slender body lines are pressed against the soft mattress, outlining and presenting Luo Mingyu's young but seductive curves.

The little deskmate just glanced out of the corner of his eye, then turned his head shyly.

In fact, Luo Mingyu like this should not have given her such a lethal force theoretically.

Although it is true that the clothes are cooler than when they were in school, they are all dressed within a reasonable range.

Movements and postures are also common. During lunch break every day, Luo Mingyu always likes to lie on the cute bed and chat with everyone like this.

But the crux of the problem is that the occasions here are different.

The atmosphere of a clean and tidy student dormitory is not the same as that of a hotel when you are away from home.

Even if this room is a very ordinary and normal standard room, there are not so many unexplained facilities and decorations, and there are not so many ambiguous lighting and decoration styles.

But just such a private room, a bed is enough to do a lot of things.

Even if Yan Jue was thinking hard, he knew what it meant to have a room.

Even though she and Luo Mingyu didn't really come out to do business this time, if she couldn't help it, she couldn't help thinking about it in that direction.

It's not that Yan Jue expected such a development.

It's just that ideas like this always spring up like mushrooms after rain

One crop after another popped up in my heart.

This is also the main reason why the small deskmate will feel awkward.