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Chapter 407 The Sick Young Master's Weightlifting Goblin ([-])
The little girl just left a meaningful sentence, and then left Lu Yu's room.

Little did he know that her words kept Lu Yu awake all night.

Lu Yu couldn't think of any reason for the little girl to stay here other than for her father, to listen to Mrs. Lu's words, get along with her obediently, and possibly get married in the future.

Could it be that they coveted the property of the Lu family?

Although Lu Yu doesn't know why Tu Zhimeng agreed to Mrs. Lu, he knows Mrs. Lu very well, and things that can be solved with money are not considered problems.

But the little girl is not an ordinary Cinderella, but the champion of the Aowl Luck, the pride of the whole country, how could she covet the property of the Lu family?
He thought about it, but couldn't figure it out.

In the early morning of the next day, the maid came to see Tu Zhimeng's door with the dining car just like yesterday.

Tu Zhimeng didn't even bother to change into her pajamas, so she went directly to Lu Yu's room.

With what happened last night, Lu Yu didn't insist on starving himself to death, just about to force himself to eat a bite, the little girl pushed the dining car far away from him, sat on the sofa and started eating.

There is no intention of having dinner with Lu Yu at all.

The little girl ate very quietly, the room was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop to the ground.

Lu Yu watched the little girl put the food into her mouth one mouthful, and a kind of irritability came to my heart inexplicably.

Mrs. Lu invited her to accompany Lu Yu, why did she eat delicious food by herself?

Thinking of Lu Yu frowned, and suddenly recalled what the little girl said before she left last night, her face turned colder.

"What's your purpose here?" After a while, he asked, his magnetic voice was as low as a bottomless ice cellar, extremely cold.

Hearing the voice, Tu Zhimeng raised her head slowly, her bright eyes met Lu Yu's cold eyes, she read a touch of disgust from it, she hooked the corner of her lower lip in satisfaction, revealing a small dimple.

"What if I say that I want to die just like you, but I don't dare?"

Her voice is soft and sweet, yet crisp, like summer mints, sweet but not greasy.

Seeing her smile, Lu Yu frowned even more, and his disgust became more obvious.

He glanced at Tu Zhimeng coldly, with a hint of contempt hidden in his eyes.

Would he believe that a dying man could eat so much?
I saw that the little girl took less than 15 minutes, and she had almost eaten the food in the dining car, leaving only a glass of fresh milk and a sandwich.

After eating and drinking, Tu Zhimeng burped comfortably and stroked her round belly. The whole mouse had no image at all.

Lu Yu looked at her, feeling disgusted with a trace of disgust, thinking that she is indeed a weightlifter, how can she look like a girl?
Today is Monday, and Tu Zhimeng needs to go back to school to exercise to prepare for the next year's Aoyun competition.

Tu Zhimeng doesn't want to go, she wants to lose weight quickly and wear a beautiful skirt, but this is a side mission, if you don't do it, you will be punished...

Before leaving, she took a meaningful look at Lu Yu who was sitting in a wheelchair, then turned her attention to the only glass of milk and a sandwich left in the dining car, and reminded her with a laugh.

"I thought about it. It's actually a good idea for you to starve yourself to death. I'm sorry yesterday. I will never force you to eat again in the future, nor will I stop you from seeing Lord Death. Oh, yes, if you If you need any help, just call me."

Then he glanced at the empty bowl on the bedside table.

A certain mouse remembered that there seemed to be half a bowl of fried rice with shrimps last night.

(End of this chapter)