Mr.Lu, don't mess around

In a word, there are some things that can't be separated from Beicheng.

Lu Jue guessed that it was Zuo Weixing's business. When Zhang zirou asked Beicheng to come to m country, she didn't tell the truth of marriage because it was inconvenient, which led to Beicheng's unwitting refusal of the invitation.

For this reason, Zhang zirou was sad for a while.

Lu Jue sneered at her: "who let you say nothing."

The man's expression is warm and his tone is light, but with Zhang zirou's understanding of this man for so many years, she knows that he is angry, and his temper is not small.

She can't laugh or cry. She can only explain: "I don't want to admit your identity... I just..." before she finished, she was hugged by Lu Jue.

The warm and familiar atmosphere enveloped her, making people feel extremely safe.

She found a comfortable position and groaned. It was his embrace that was most comfortable.

Lu Jue has a good smell. She likes it very much.

"I know your concerns." Lu Jue said.

His voice sank a little. "I'm sorry."

All the words are only melted into such a sentence, some pale words.

The little girl in his arms shook her head against her hairy head. She looked up at him and said with a smile, "I have completed a childhood dream to marry you." She blinked mysteriously, then said, "do you remember when we first met."

Lu Jue looked at her, helped her curl up her broken hair at the temples, and hooked her lips, "remember, but maybe the first time you thought you met was not the same as what I thought."

"Well? What do you mean

Lu Jue: "I think the first time you think is my birthday party."

Zhang zirou nodded. It was that time that Lu Jue occupied the position of the little hero in her heart for a long time. After that, her whole heart was occupied. It was like a king conquering in an open territory.

"But the first time I saw you..." Lu Jue seemed to think about it for a while, "it was earlier, you were still very young..." he made a gesture in mid air, "when you were so young."

Zhang zirou imagined his gestures out of thin air, "isn't this a baby?"

"It's baby time."

"Come on, you weren't very old then either."

"But we did meet then."

Zhang zirou looks at Lu Jue. He doesn't look like he's teasing her, so it's true.

She was a little surprised. Although she knew that the two families had been engaged as children, she had never heard of it before. I always thought that the first time she met Lu Jue was at his birthday party. I didn't expect that their predestination began a long time ago, almost from the moment she was born.

This is not a big thing, but it is also enough to move her heart.

Maybe the day of marriage is coming.

Her heart is full of happiness.

It was probably the best moment of her life, she thought.

"Do we have to take a wedding photo?" Zhang zirou asked.

Lu Jue hissed: "I thought you forgot."

"Nonsense, I've chosen photography."

"Who?"

"It's the one with the best moon."

Lu Jue

Why does he feel a little unreliable? Want to say something of, low Mou see she is particularly excited, Lu Jue also didn't say, only low should voice.

"Before that, do something else." He said.

Zhang zirou: "what's the matter?"

Lu Jue held her waist, kneaded it, and breathed in her ear: "teach you to do something else."

The hint was too much, and Zhang zirou's face turned red.

Autumn wind flowing, indoor a beautiful room, flowers diffuse, the rest of a fragrant.

White skirt yarn gently, rolled over the beach sand.

Zhang zirou looked at the camera with a smile as she ran.

"Good, good, well done!" The cameraman's tone was sharp and pompous, and his expression was even more excited. The accompanying bags had already been thrown on the ground, and no one cared about them. He was staring at a group of new people in front of him all the way, which was probably the most beautiful and talented one he had ever seen.

"Boys come closer, right, close to the girl's waist, and then look at the girl." The photographer points to Lu Jue and looks at Zhang zirou.

Zhang zirou: "she looks at Lu Jue without expression, and the whole face says" I'm so tired. ".

Lu Jue glanced at her and said, "the person you chose."

When Zhang zirou heard this, she felt a little aggrieved. She also read the comments on the Internet and saw that they all said that the photographer was good, so she chose it. Unexpectedly, it was like this - tortoise fur was picky, and there were many wonderful demands. The most important thing was that the photos taken under this premise still exuded a natural local flavor. After Lu Jue and Zhang zirou saw two or three of them, Not to mention Zhang zirou, even straight men like Lu Jue frown. It's conceivable that the local flavor of the village is coming.

So Zhang zirou immediately wanted to say that she would not refund the money directly.

As a result, the photographer said that he had been reminded in advance when he bought the service. Once the service was sold, it would not be returned.

Zhang zirou was speechless and biting her teeth. She felt that she couldn't be such a loser. Anyway, it was just a group of photos. Even after shooting, she would bear it.

As a result, she has only infinite regret left.

Because the photographer is not only local, but also a socialist brotherhood advocate. She doesn't mean it's bad, but only if the man doesn't put his paw on her man.

Like now——

When the photographer saw that Lu Jue was not moved, he was still a little worried. He stepped forward two steps, grasped Lu Jue's wrist and guided him to stick his palm behind Zhang zirou's waist.

There's no problem getting here.

The key is that when the photographer turned around to look for an angle, he actually gave Lu Jue a hard shot on the butt.

Yes, it's the ass.

Zhang zirou clearly saw the photographer take a picture of Lu Jue's ass. at that moment, including Lu Jue herself, no one responded.

The next moment, she saw Lu Jue's face turned black into charcoal, his twitching mouth and the mood of wind and rain in his eyes.

Zhang zirou took his hand, suddenly stepped forward, stood in front of Lu Jue, frowned, and said to the photographer with a discontented face: "what do you mean when you take a picture, you take a picture, and you take a bribe?"

The photographer was a little annoyed when he said, "I don't have any leverage. I haven't even touched you."

Zhang zirou laughed: "you didn't meet me, but you met him."

The photographer sneered: "we are all men. What's the matter with a touch?" He covered his mouth with a smile and looked contemptuous.

"My husband is a man, I know. I don't know if you are." Zhang zirou looked at him with a smile.

"You

The photographer was originally said to be guilty, but maybe Zhang zirou stepped on his tail, so he put the camera back in his backpack and swung his fist at Zhang zirou.

Before Zhang zirou could hide, Lu Jue kicked the photographer's leg first, and let him fall to the ground in a panic. Her fist also hammered on the beach, and gradually became a piece of sand.

Zhang zirou retreated two steps in disgust.

Lu Jue glanced at the man lying on the ground and said in a cold voice, "I will reserve the right to sue you."

When the photographer heard the word prosecution, he got goose bumps. He half got up with his hands on the ground and said angrily, "you said I touched you. How can you prove it? Besides, you're a man, and I'm a man too..."