Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Japan

"See? You really didn't know, did you?"

The little fairy tilted her chin: "I'll count to three. If you can't answer, it means you weren't really looking at the photo. Three, two..."

"It's a lion!"

Lu Mingfei replied before the countdown ended: "It's a brooch shaped like a lion, with two feathers at the bottom and a crown at the top."

Su Xiaoqiang was stunned. This guy actually got it right?

Could it be that he was really looking at a photo, and not at himself...?

Wouldn't that make me seem like I'm just being presumptuous?

Su Xiaoqiang's face instantly turned bright red, and she let out a soft sob, feeling extremely ashamed.

If this weren't her own room, she would have left the door and run away.

……

Chapter 119 Don't tempt me!

No, that's not right!

Even if this guy can answer his own questions, it doesn't mean he didn't look at his own feet.

Perhaps he was looking at his feet when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the brooch design in the photo and happened to remember it.

Looking at a photo does not mean you are not looking at your own feet.

The little fairy, frantically trying to make amends for her misunderstanding, completed the construction of the inequality.

After all, that guy is a repeat offender; he's been captured alive by me more than once or twice!

Su Xiaoqiang comforted herself in her heart, and the flush on her face faded a little.

"Since you answered correctly, I'll just say you've passed."

No matter how much you try to comfort yourself, you're still in the wrong.

Su Xiaoqiang waved his hand, wanting to immediately put the matter behind him, but Lu Mingfei continued:

"Speaking of which, I was just about to ask you about this. Little fairy, did your mother ever tell you about this brooch?"

"About the brooch?"

Su Xiaoqiang was taken aback, thought for a moment, and nodded:

“She mentioned it a little. She said this brooch was a keepsake from a club she joined in college, and also a token of her love with my dad.”

"Token?"

Lu Mingfei scratched his head. The club he joined in college must have been the Lionheart Society. But that was strange, because when he was studying at Kassel College, he had never heard of the Lionheart Society having any kind of token.

Of course, it's possible that such a thing exists, but he's not a member of the Lionheart Society, so he wouldn't know about it. But what about the token of love?

There are too many mysteries to solve; one question leads to another.

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt a headache coming on. Just as he was thinking that he should have learned profiling from Nuonuo, the little fairy suddenly let out a soft "Ah".

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Lu Mingfei asked quickly upon hearing the shout.

"It's almost five o'clock, and the tailor shop I arranged to meet is closing at six!"

The little fairy glanced at her watch and quickly stood up.

"Where's that suit?"

“Here it is.” Lu Mingfei picked up the handbag next to him.

"Hurry up and leave quietly when you go out of the room. Don't make too much noise. My dad is still in the room."

While urging him on, the young woman took out her phone and called the butler, Uncle Li. She didn't shout directly in the villa, because she was afraid her old man would hear.

"Hey, Uncle Li..."

……

A black Audi A8 drove out of the hospital gate.

Su Zhenqi peered through the gap in the curtains, his fist clenched tightly as a father.

"Qiangqiang stayed in the room for so long after returning, what exactly did they do in the room...?"

……

It was past six o'clock in the evening when they arrived at the tailor shop. Fortunately, because Su Xiaoqiang was a regular customer, the owner waited for her a little longer.

After taking Lu Mingfei's measurements, both parties agreed that he could pick up the suit next Friday afternoon.

The banquet is on Saturday afternoon at the InterContinental Price Hotel in the CBD. Friday afternoon is just right.

Su Xiaoqiang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was fortunate she had made it this afternoon. If she had come again tomorrow, she wouldn't have been able to pick up the suit until Saturday.

With the suit matter settled, Lu Mingfei hitched a ride with Xiao Tiannv and went home.

Nothing much happened on the weekend.

……

For Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang, the weekend was a day without any events.

However, for others, a small incident occurred on the weekend.

Su Zhenqi, who had been rummaging through his wardrobe for more than half an hour, finally couldn't help but call his housekeeper over.

"Old Li, Old Li!"

Half a minute later, Butler Li entered the dressing room and bowed his head to Su Zhenqi:

"What's wrong, sir?"

"Did you see that Kiton custom-made suit I kept here?"

Butler Li was taken aback and immediately thought of the incident yesterday when his young mistress brought a boy named Lu Mingfei to his master's room to try on suits.

It was obvious that they had taken the missing suit.

Butler Li knew the origin of the suit. It was a Kiton suit that was a gift from Su Xiaoqiang's mother, Gloria, to the master, and it was designed by Kiton's chief designer.

Gronia owed the Gattuso family a small favor for this custom-made suit.

but……

"Replying to your question, sir, I did not see it," Uncle Li shook his head.

This isn't lying. The gentleman was asking whether he had seen the suit, not whether he knew where it was.

Although he knew that the young lady and her companions had taken the suit, he had never seen them.

Seeing that the butler, Uncle Li, answered in this way, Su Zhenqi had no doubts.

Old Li wouldn't lie to himself; if he said he didn't see it, then he really didn't see it.

So where did this suit go?

"They must have forgotten where they received it, right?"

Su Zhenqi sighed, "I haven't worn that suit in ages. I was thinking of getting it altered and wearing it to the banquet next Saturday. What a pity."

Butler Li thought about the possible scenarios at the banquet next Saturday night, and his weathered face suddenly twitched uncontrollably.

……

On Monday, Lu Mingfei unusually got up very early.

I was hoping to take a nap, but I couldn't fall back asleep after waking up. It seems like my biological clock has been reset since I returned to high school.

After washing up, I went out and bought a fried dough stick and two eggs at the breakfast shop on the corner. When I turned around, I saw Liu Miaomiao getting off the bus.

It was actually quite hot today, but Liu Miaomiao didn't wear sandals as usual. Instead, she wore a pair of pretty British-style leather shoes.

Wearing the same British-style uniform from Shilan Middle School, she looked exactly like a noble lady standing before Lu Mingfei.

"Oh, Ming..."

Upon seeing Lu Mingfei, Liu Miaomiao was about to greet him when she suddenly stopped, glanced back at the woman sitting in the driver's seat, and then cutely stuck out her tongue at Lu Mingfei.

"Good morning, Lu Mingfei!" Liu Miaomiao waved.

"Good morning, Liu Miaomiao," Lu Mingfei replied, his mouth full of half a fried dough stick, his words muffled.

Lu Mingfei sometimes felt that he was quite magical. If he got up late, he would run into Su Xiaoqiang, and if he got up early, he would run into Liu Miaomiao. It was like a daily scene in a visual novel. No matter whether the male protagonist left home early or late, he would always be able to trigger a certain female protagonist's route.

"Next time I'll try going out at the right time, and see who I run into," Lu Mingfei thought to himself as he chewed on his fried dough stick.

The BMW turned a corner in front of her, then suddenly made a U-turn. Only after the car had finally disappeared did Liu Miaomiao breathe a sigh of relief and pat her rather well-endowed chest.

"That scared me to death, I almost blurted it out."

As Liu Miaomiao spoke, she looked up apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mingfei, my mother brought me to school today, so it wasn't convenient for me to call you by your name just now..."

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Lu Mingfei waved his hand. He had just seen who was sitting in the driver's seat. In his previous life, every parent-teacher conference was attended by Liu Miaomiao's mother, so Lu Mingfei remembered Liu Miaomiao's mother.

"Oh dear, Mingfei!" Liu Miaomiao frowned slightly. "Why are you eating fried dough sticks and tea eggs again? Didn't I tell you that fried dough sticks from outside aren't hygienic? The oil used to fry them is reused, and the same goes for the tea eggs; they never change the brine..."

Before Liu Miaomiao could finish speaking, she saw Lu Mingfei bring the bag of tea eggs to her.

"Liu Miaomiao, have you had breakfast yet?" Lu Mingfei asked. "Would you like something?"

"me……"

Smelling the aroma wafting from in front of her, Liu Miaomiao actually found the dark-colored egg to be quite fragrant.

To prepare for the upcoming school anniversary performance, Liu Miaomiao began to consciously control her diet two months in advance, all in order to show the most perfect body curves when she went on stage.

This morning, she only ate one slice of whole-wheat bread and a glass of skim milk before heading out. She was genuinely hungry.

Taking one step forward is hell, taking one step back is heaven.

After a fierce internal struggle, Liu Miaomiao was about to refuse when she saw Lu Mingfei had already peeled the eggshells and handed them directly to her.

No, don't tempt me like that!

With her psychological defenses breached, Liu Miaomiao closed her eyes, raised her arms behind her back like a duck's wings, and let out a soft whimper.

Mmm, it's salty and fragrant.