The main god of fast wear is playing again

Chapter 402 The Sick Young Master's Weightlifting Goblin ([-])

It was probably because the original owner was a weightlifter with a strong body and a natural appetite. In addition, Tu Zhimeng was so pissed off by that deadly tsundere, so he simply wiped out all the food in the dining car.

Not a single grain of rice was left for Lu Yu.

Of course, Lu Yu didn't care, he just raised his eyelashes and took a look, then lowered his head, sitting in the wheelchair thinking about something, his eyes were so empty that there was no emotion.

The little girl who was full after eating and drinking touched her round belly and burped comfortably.

It seemed that Lu Yu was disturbed, Junmei frowned: "After eating, please leave my room."

Tu Zhimeng: "..."

After all, she is considered a guest of the Lu family, should she be so cruel?
The little girl pursed her lips, and was about to push the dining car away when she got up, her almond eyes rolled around, as if thinking of something, she stepped back and stepped back.

Walking to the window with a swipe, he opened the curtains without hesitation.

The midday sun suddenly came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, instantly illuminating the entire gray room.

Seeing the sunshine suddenly, Lu Yu squinted his eyes subconsciously, feeling unwell, his handsome face was extremely cold, his eyes looked at Tu Zhimeng, as if he was looking at a criminal, his eyes were so cold that one could shudder.

"Draw the curtains."

His voice is very low, like the deep winter below zero, and every look in his eyes can be turned into an ice knife, piercing straight into people's hearts.

Tu Zhimeng turned her head and saw Lu Yu sitting in a wheelchair, trembling with anger, and smiled with satisfaction.

"If you are bored in the house every day, you will get moldy, and you need sunlight to dry it."

The little girl smiled brightly, her dimples were sweet, as if filled with honey, and the warm sunshine shone on her body as if it had been plated with a layer of gold, dazzlingly bright.

Lu Yu looked up at her with a complicated expression, and his frown tightened even more.

Really annoying.

He looked away, moved his lips, and whispered something only he could hear.

Then he quickly slid the wheels of the wheelchair, slid to the front of the bed, and closed half of the curtains irritably.

"Get out of the way." Lu Yu wanted to pull the curtain on the other side, but Tu Zhimeng just blocked his way, and raised her eyes to glance at her in disgust.

Tu Zhimeng snorted twice: "No."

Lu Yu didn't seem to want to talk nonsense with her anymore, so he slid the wheel and pressed the little girl's foot.

The little girl let out a cry and jumped away instinctively.

Lu Yu acted nonchalantly, as if Tu Zhimeng had asked for it just now.

Expressionlessly, he pulled up the curtain on the other side, completely blocking the sunlight outside the window, and his brows relaxed a lot.

"If you don't want to do it again, go out now." He said to Tu Zhimeng coldly, his tone full of warnings.

The little girl was also unhappy, and glared at Lu Yu fiercely. The residual pain in her feet hadn't passed yet, she limped out of the room, and closed the door from the outside with a bang.

[Host, are your feet okay...] Dongzao asked worriedly when she saw such a scene just after she went online.

Unexpectedly, the moment Tu Zhimeng turned her head, a meaningful smile appeared on her small face, and a thick color appeared in her beautiful almond eyes.

This body is an athlete, so it is naturally of good physical fitness. The muscles all over the body, just being pressed by Lu Yu's wheelchair, are like scratching an itch, and it doesn't hurt at all.

(End of this chapter)