The Cold President's Best Master

"Well," Lu said with a smile, "I'll go with you tomorrow."

Then they said good night to each other.

Then, the sound of a hair dryer came from Yan Yihuan's bedroom.

Lu Chong knew that Yan Yihuan was baking clothes for himself. He was still a little moved.

Then he lay down and practiced dragon control.

At his present state, there is no need to stick to any posture. Any posture can be cultivated.

On this night, although lonely men and women lived in the same room, nothing loved by the people could happen.

The next day, Lu Chong's clothes were dry and washed very clean by Yan Yihuan. There were no sweat and blood stains, and there was a faint aroma.

Lu Chong was surprised to find that she slept in his clothes last night.

He couldn't help looking at her deeply.

Yan Yihuan blushed. Last night she was a little excited and couldn't sleep. It was probably that she had encountered something she hadn't encountered in more than 20 years. The shock was no less than being abandoned by her father. Of course, it was sad in those days, but now it is sweet happiness.

When she fell asleep later, she had a nightmare. She dreamed of the appearance of the villains and suddenly woke up. She wanted Lu Chong to come and sleep next to her and make herself feel safe. However, after all, she had never been in love. Out of the girl's reserve, she was embarrassed to speak. After thinking about it, she covered Lu Chong's suit and pretended to lie in Lu Chong's arms.

I have to say that this kind of self hypnosis works very well. When she dreams of bad people again, Lu Chong tightly hugs her in her arms and helps her drive away those bad people. Then, she has some unspeakable dreams

She didn't wake up until more than eight in the morning.

Instead of urging her, Lu Chong ran to the breakfast shop outside and bought breakfast.

When she woke up, put on her clothes and came to the living room, she saw the hot breakfast and immediately felt sweet warmth in her heart.

But when she met Lu Chong's eyes, she couldn't help thinking of her last unspeakable dream and blushed.

Lu Chong still doesn't know the agreement between Yan Yihuan and Lin Yujing. He looks at Yan Yihuan with a little fear. From now on, she may attack herself more and more fiercely. What should he do?

When other men encounter such a thing, they must be eager for it, but Lu Chong is afraid that he is tired of beauty.

However, Yan Yihuan hasn't completely told him now, and he's not too amorous.

The auto show was a little far from her community, so they took a bus.

Yan Yihuan is on vacation today. She doesn't go to work. Of course, she doesn't have to wear the stewardess uniform or the beer sister's uniform. Today, she only wears a white floral dress, and then she wears sneakers, no black silk, tied a ponytail, no makeup on her face. She is completely plain.

Lu Chong found that Yan Yihuan with heavy makeup is flirtatious and mouth watering. Yan Yihuan with plain face is also beautiful and amazing, but her temperament is more like the sister next door. She is the kind of girl every boy secretly loved when he was a child. Her natural beauty is hard to give up. Even if she is completely plain, she is still an amazing scenery in the bus.

So, some people couldn't help but come forward and want to get some cheap.

A greasy hand stretched out and saw that it was getting closer and closer to Yan Yihuan's hot body. A dirty and proud smile flashed in a dead fat man's eyes comparable to an ox's eye.

Suddenly, the evil smile on the dead fat man's face condensed. His fat hand was held by a slender white and tender hand like a pianist. A small white face in a suit was looking at him coldly.

The dead fat man roared, "you fucking let go!"

All the passengers nearby dodged aside, flashing the dead fat man's face.

This man Hong Baojin is more than 1.9 meters long. He is tall and fat. He is a bit like a sumo wrestler in Oriental countries, which is frightening.

On the contrary, the little white face confronting him is about one meter eight, but his height is not very different. The problem is that his body shape seems to be only half that of the other party.

It's a rule that Xu Chu had a big waist and a typical sumo wrestler's body in the Three Kingdoms. As a result, his strength did not lose at all when he played against Lv Bu, Zhang Fei and Ma Chao. In fact, if he hadn't been strong enough, he might have been cut by others with only rough knife technique.

All the passengers were sweating for Lu Chong, thinking that Lu Chong was overestimating his strength. Later, he must be beaten all over the ground by the dead fat Hong Baojin.

Lu Chong looked at him coldly: "what's your hand for?"

Seeing that Lu Chong's figure was far inferior to his own, the dead fat man Hong Baojin said proudly: "what are you doing? Of course, it's touching your girlfriend and wiping off the oil. I said little white face, you see your figure is the same as bean sprouts. Your girlfriend has such a good figure. Can you satisfy her? Why don't you give it to me!"

Yan Yihuan was mixed with shame and anger, but she didn't say a word. She knew that Lu Chong could help her overcome her shame and teach the dead fat man a good lesson.

Lu Chong sighed, "If heaven does evil, it can exist. If he does evil, he can't live!"

Hong Baojin, the dead fat man who looked like O'Neill, roared, "little white face, what the fuck are you talking about? Looking for death!" he was about to break free his right hand from Lu Chong's palm and wanted to take the opportunity to punch Lu Chong.

But he was stunned to find that Lu Chong's palm was like a cast iron manipulator. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

At this time, Lu Chong's hand was. Originally, his wrist was only half as thick as that of the dead fat Hong Baojin. But when he made a little effort, he only heard a click. Lu Chong broke the dead fat man's wrist as strong as other people's calves, and his palm immediately drooped.

Hong Baojin, a fat man, let out a cry that was not like a human voice. His eyes were as big as an ox's eyes. He was fierce and exposed. He clenched his left fist and hit Lu Chong's temple.

As a result, before half of his left fist, he was intercepted by Lu Chong's left hand. Holding his fist, he broke Hong Baojin's wrist easily with a fold of his backhand, and his fat palm drooped down.

Hong Baojin let out another howl, flew up and kicked at Lu Chong, but Lu Chong came first and broke his lower leg.

Hong Baojin found that he was not the opponent of the little white face at all. He wanted to beg for mercy: "brother, I'm sorry, forgive me. I'm wrong. You're like farting. Let me go!"

Lu dashed and kicked Hong Baojin at the key.

Hong Baojin howled miserably, trying to cover the key, but found that both hands were broken by Lu Chong.

At this time, Lu Chong said to the driver, "open the door, I want to fart!"

The driver stopped quickly and opened the door.

Lu Chongfei kicked nearly 300 kilograms of Hong Baojin into the air.