Chapter 30: The Little Fortune Butterfly (30)

"Here, watermelon."
Chen Lu was taken aback by Lin Qinglu's performance, she reached out to take the watermelon slice handed by her cousin, and found that Lin Qinglu's eyes fell on the watermelon.
How should I put it, if the watermelon grows jio, you may be frightened by the look and lift the tablecloth to hide in.
This reaction seems to be wrong.
Chen Lu blankly took a bite of the watermelon, calmed down, and continued to work hard.
"Cousin, do you have time in mid-January? I want to go to Northern Europe to play. Will you stay with me?"
Jian Yixin didn't speak yet, Lin Qinglu set down the tableware gracefully first, and said:
"It's not a coincidence, your cousin is coming to my birthday party." She turned to Ms. Chen, "Pian Xiao promised me to attend my birthday party, and it will be broadcast live on the Internet. Auntie can also see it. "
"Sounds great, Pian Xie is good with everything, but there are no friends in China. Seeing her make such a good friend of you, I am relieved..."
Lin Qinglu could roughly hear that Song Pianzhen hadn't told her family about them.
Yes, the two of them are still there. It is too early to say now. Lin Qinglu seemed to be holding the little secrets of the two people, with a little joy, he hid his mind and said dignifiedly:
"It's my honour to know Pianju."
Chen Lu was a little dumbfounded watching from the side, the watermelon in her hand suddenly became unsweetened.
Wait, wait, auntie, I suspect they are not good friends!
After a meal, a group of people came to the club’s parking lot. Ms. Chen was going to have a beauty treatment with the old sisters, and the Song’s driver came to pick her up.
Before leaving, I added WeChat with Lin Qinglu, and even said that when Lin Qinglu came back, we would go shopping together.
After Ms. Chen left, Jian Yixin asked Chen Lu: "Are you going back to school? I'll let the driver see you off."
Now Chen Lu's alertness has been the highest. Her first reaction is: in traditional social etiquette, everyone sends the guests home first.
For the cousin, between her and Lin Qinglu, she... is the outsider? ?
Chen Lu suffered a knowing blow from her cousin.
She nodded in confusion, her cousin called the driver, and at the last moment she left the battlefield, Chen Lu hugged her cousin with her last stubbornness.
"Goodbye cousin."
Oh oh oh oh my cousin is going to be abducted, it's qaq to hug
After Chen Lu got into the car, Jian Yixin turned and looked at Lin Qinglu:
"When will you return—"
The words were interrupted by Lin Qinglu's movements.
Lin Qinglu leaned forward.
The familiar cold fragrance is like a tide, and she is the coast.
As Lin Qinglu embraced herself in her arms, Leng Xiang spread over her temples and hair.
She was wrapped inside, soaked in the smell of Lin Qinglu.
The pliable arm wrapped around the waist, the soft hair twisted gently on the side of the neck.
The warm and humid breath brushing the ears, and the abundance of clothes between and squeezed close to each other.
Imprisoned, slightly itchy, rich, soft.
The chaotic and mingled perceptions rushed over her face, and Jian Yixin was palpitated for a moment.
When embracing Lin Qinglu, why all the details are maximized.
As if the senses were fitted with a magnifying glass, a little bit of perception was infinitely expanded, and then using a small horn, it was transmitted to her soul.
The soul was shocked to the point of numbness.
Especially compared with the painless hug of Chen Lu before.
The surrounding vehicles are neat and tidy, silent and mechanically cold.
Lin Qinglu's heartbeat was disorderly, his gongs and drums were noisy, and his blood was hot.
She didn't let go, but tightened her arms and pressed the person into her arms again.
Her eyelids were half drooping, her long eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows, gently covering her amber eyes, her voice was lazy and a little aggrieved:
"I also want."
Chen Lu can hug Song Pianzhen, why can't she.
She has to hold it tighter and longer.
Song Pianzhen would not push herself away.
For some reason, Lin Qinglu was very sure.
Song Pianju's car has not yet driven away. The glass is opaque, she can't see it inside, but she knows that Chen Lu must be looking.
Lin Maomao held her little Fudie tightly, raised her eyelids, and looked at the rear seat window.
Half a declaration, half a warning.
Chen Lu hid behind the car window and was shocked.
Lin Qinglu's eyes...
What about the five-good young man who was obedient and obedient to his aunt?
Where is Lin Yinghou, who holds himself up and laughs at Yan Yan in front of his cousin?
Even if she hugged her cousin, she still scared herself like that!
No, how can she hold her cousin!
It's not normal to hold for so long.
The cousin will definitely push her away, definitely.
But Chen Lu waited in the car for a long time, but still did not see the expected picture.
The driver asked her: "Miss, shall we go?"
Chen Lu's eyes were staring and dry, she stomped her feet and retracted her eyes: "Go."
Don't watch it, don't wait, my heart is broken, I can't stick it back.
When she turned on the phone, she saw a series of Weibo reminders, all of which were private messages from melon-eaters asking her when they came out to break the Lin Song love bubble.
Chen Lu was really unwilling, but the family motto of the Chen family was to be honest and courageous. As a child of the Chen family, Chen Lu could only express her face and write in a complicated mood:
@美丽的璐璐: Lin Song szd
"Slap on the spot?"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"
"How is it really? Please tell me some details, not bad for this flow"
"I believe that the blogger has really met Lin Song, and we are half sisters and half sisters."
Chen Lu angrily replied: "Don't knock! Don't die!"
She uninstalled Weibo angrily, and when she woke up the next day, she couldn't help but download it. When she opened it, she saw that she had soared 20,000 followers, and she was frightened to bounce off the bed.
After she looked for the reason, she found out that she was reposted by @林轻鹭姬bby entertainment circle. PS:
Here is a blogger who doesn't want to knock Lin Song but knocks on it. Come and envy her!
"..."
Chen Lu lay back straight and took up the quilt to cover her face.
Regret, now I regret very much.
Jian Yixin watched the car take Chen Lu away.
Lin Qinglu was leaning on the heavy shoulder. Jian Yixin was hugged so tightly that there was no space to move.
She is like a real butterfly, pressed against the soft and rich Lin Qinglu by pressing the center of the butterfly bone on her back.
The spine is thin and fragile, the butterfly wings are soft and drooping, and the corners of the light gray coat are flowing around the calf, showing a very involuntary beauty.
Since the person imprisoned hadn't taken the initiative to lift it for a long time, Jian Yixin had to call:
"Light heron?"
"Hug." Lin Qinglu muttered, looking stubbornly in a place that Jian Yixin couldn't see, with a thin coldness, "Chen Lu just hugged you, you didn't say her."
Jian Yi was stunned, and then he came to understand--this means that because he didn't say Chen Lu, he couldn't talk about her either?
She smiled helplessly: "Lulu hugged me and let go."
"I just hug it." Lin Qinglu curled her lips.
"Before letting go, it's all one click."
In the slightly dim parking lot, the white line of stop signs stretched out from under their feet, spreading towards the distance, while they stood in place with overlapping figures.
There was laughter from the passage not far away, and other people came down.
Jian Yixin raised his hand and patted Lin Qinglu's straight back lightly, his tone lighter than the action:
"If someone else comes, you will be seen."
When you see something, you should just throw sugar on Lin Song official, Lin Qinglu doesn't care at all.
"Let go first, okay?"
But when she talked to herself like this, Lin Qinglu couldn't resist.
The same sentence was spoken from her, and she had her taste, as if the little tail at the end of the sentence was softer than the others, gently brushing it from the tip of her heart.
The restlessness and dissatisfaction were smoothed by moisturizing, and Lin Qinglu had to obey.
She is so sweet.
Liu Lele took Lin Qinglu back to the crew, and Luo Chun and Ji Liu had prepared the skewers and waited for her to report on the battle.
"Is the brand still satisfied with you?"
"Are the sisters getting married to the rich?"
Lin Qinglu sat down on the chair, and covered her intimate little quilted jacket on her body. There was a fluffy fluff that hooked the brim of the hat one after another:
"I have exchanged personal WeChat with Aunt Chen."
"Oh, that's pretty good." Luo Chun's eyes lit up.
Ji Liu didn't say a word, and immersed himself in the phone for a while: "Where is my middle-aged and elderly emoji? My sister will give you firepower."
"Thank you." Lin Qinglu said lazily.
"You're welcome, sister, wait for you to marry in, and a emoji pack will cash a 10 million check." After Ji Liu finished speaking, he sighed sadly, "According to your progress, the confession hasn't been seen yet. I don't know when you can call me. money."
"almost."
"Eh?"
"Sister Ning finally figured it out?"
Lin Qinglu did not answer.
Thinking of what Chen Lu had done, she forcefully removed a pinch of fluff from the little quilted jacket, and she felt terribly distressed when she recovered.
Chen Lu is to blame.
When she becomes Chen Lu's cousin, she will be sent away with money:
Take this New Year's greeting red envelope and leave your cousin and me!
Under the complicated gazes of the three, Lin Yinghou, who was in deep thought, showed a domineering expression.
Not to mention, Lin Ying's face is there, no matter what she looks like, she looks very beautiful, like a arrogant vicious female partner, hateful and cute.
Lin Yinghou put the bunch of fur on the table and took a picture to Mr. Song:
"Fuzz is gone."
Mr. Song, who received WeChat, stared at the picture for a long time, but didn't understand what it was.
Has anyone's cat shed hair?
But Mr. Song knew that if he didn't reply to the message, other cats would not shed their hair, but Lin Mao should be wronged to the point of blowing his hair.
She thought for two minutes, drew a chat log, picked a cat head emoji package from Lin Yinghou's speech history, saved it, and posted it.
"Don't be naive, and mature in front of people you like, okay? Primary school chicken?"
"If you post this kind of horrible thing, Mr. Song is so busy every day, will he care about you?" Ji Liu said with a hard expression, "She won't care about you at all."
"Is it childish?" Lin Qinglu's cold face was purely puzzled, "Is it childish to send her what I want to show her?"
Ji Liuyu was stuffed.
"Moreover, this is a gift she gave me. I should tell her about being pulled off."
Grandpa Ji Liu subway looks at the cellphone's expression:
"Please don't say a Canadian goose in the tone of'this is our child, if the child fails math, I should talk to the child's mother'."
"In any case, President Song will definitely not return you." Ji Liu pointed to the dialogue box on Lin Yinghou's phone, "Look, the message has been sent for five minutes. Has President Song returned to you—"
When Ji Liu finished speaking, he glanced at the dialog box.
At this glance, Mr. Song, who was always concise and with only punctuation in his tone, returned to Lin Yinghou an emoticon with a cat looking around with big grape eyes.
The cat's head is just under her fingertips, wanton and cute.
"..."
"Fuck." Ji Liu said blankly.