Mr.Lu, don't mess around

Zhang zirou's shoulders trembled slightly.

When the people on the stage began to sing the first sentence, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, raised her head and said, "I'm really happy..." in the middle of the speech, tears fell down like I couldn't stop, which made her say something like, "I really like you, I really like you..."

Stuck for a long time, she said everything, but the volume didn't control well. The two tables beside her were looking at Lu Jue and Zhang zirou. The table full of young people was staring at them playfully.

Zhang zirou doesn't care. She doesn't want to shed tears, but the lacrimal gland just doesn't listen.

"I can't stop," she sobbed

"What?"

"I can't help crying..."

Lu Jue

He laughed, rubbed her hair, looked at her red and swollen eyes, reached out and rubbed slightly, "don't cry, OK?"

Zhang zirou looked at him wrongly and nodded half a sound. Although she didn't stop choking, her tears stopped.

In a sense, Lu Jue is her medicine. His voice, his words, his warm palm and his warm arms all seem to have magic power to pull out the poisons stationed in her heart one by one.

"Do you still drink wine?"

Zhang zirou wiped her tears and sniffed, "drink."

I'm kidding. When I come to the seaside bar and don't drink, I'm not blind to this natural atmosphere.

She pointed to a column on the menu and said, "drink this deep sea crab."

Lu Jue has never been here, so let her.

Half an hour later, he really regretted that he didn't stop Zhang zirou's absurd behavior.

Because——

"Little hero! Little hero, little hero is the best Zhang zirou raised her hands high and yelled at the sky.

Lu Jue's appearance is the same as that of a psychopath, and the volume is still loud, attracting other people's eyes. Lu Jue helps her forehead and calls her helplessly: "little book, shall we go back? It's very late. "

Zhang zirou looked down at him with a dull look and no other action.

Lu Jue carefully helped her, but she ran out and cried, "little hero, where is the little hero?"

Many people don't speak very clearly when they are drunk, but Zhang zirou doesn't. She speaks every word and sentence very clearly, and Lu Jue can understand them, but she can't understand them.

Little hero?

Which cartoon did he think it was at first.

But Zhang zirou said more times, and he felt a little strange.

"Who is the little hero?" Lu Jue walked beside her and asked in a low voice.

Hearing the little hero, Zhang zirou gave him a fierce look.

Lu Jue

Zhang zirou suddenly laughed, "I won't tell you."

Lu Jue murmured. In the end, he didn't say anything. He had nothing to worry about with the little drunkard.

He stretched out his hand to encircle Zhang zirou's waist. As a result, the little girl moved in a disorderly way. She didn't want to help or hold her. She had to walk by herself. Lu Jue looked at her in silence.

When the little girl is not drunk, he still has some ways. When Zhang zirou is drunk, he really has no way.

How can a girl be completely unreasonable after she gets drunk.

"All right, all right, you go on your own, but stay steady and don't fall."

Zhang zirou ignored him and continued to murmur about little heroes and little heroes.

Lu Jue was a little upset when she heard that. The little hero had better not be a man, otherwise he would have to doubt whether he could resist lifting the man's home.

Walking, Zhang zirou suddenly stopped.

Lu Jue also followed to stop, "what's the matter."

Zhang zirou didn't respond to him. Instead, she squatted on the ground, holding her knees in her hands, curled up into a ball, half buried her face in her knees, and burst into sobs.

Lu Jue didn't respond. The little girl cried as soon as she said. He was also worried. He squatted down to see what was wrong with her.

The little girl's face dodged, and she simply buried it in her knees and didn't show it to him.

Lu Jue held her back neck, rubbed it, lowered her voice and asked, "what's the matter? What are you crying for? Well

Zhang zirou sobbed and said, "I like little hero so much..."

"Well?" Lu Jue heard the little hero again.

He thought that when Zhang zirou woke up and asked again tomorrow, Zhang zirou said, "I don't want to leave him, I don't want to leave little hero."

Lu Jue heard clearly, also Zheng Leng for a moment.

The fog seems to have revealed.

He pursed his lips until she stopped murmuring. Then he asked, "why did you leave?" His words were so light that they could easily be covered by the sound of the sea beating on the shore, but he was sure that she heard them.

Zhang zirou even stopped crying, only breathing one after another.

She suddenly raised her head, looked at the distant sea and said, "because if you don't leave, the little hero will become nothing because of me." After a pause, she said, "but he is obviously the son of heaven. How can he have nothing because of me?"

She said and suddenly laughed again: "I left, he became a star, dazzling." Zhang zirou pointed to the shining star in the night sky and laughed foolishly.

Lu Jue can even hear the meaning of pride from her tone.

He looked at Zhang zirou deeply.

Past events like the wind, but also turned into memories, diffuse in the heart, a thousand words only condensed into a sentence: "fool, really silly."

Lu Jue hugged her in her arms, devoutly kissed her on the top of her head, and murmured: "without a fool, the little hero is just an ordinary person."

Because only you will treat me as a little hero.

The night is getting thicker, and so is the moon. A crescent moon is hanging on the sky by the sea. The broad and deep sea, the vast and boundless sky, and the bright and bright moonlight complement each other in a quiet picture.

The track falls here, and even if the waves scatter it the next day, the sky will be remembered.

Zhang zirou felt as if she had a dream. In the dream, she left Lu Jue for many years. When she saw him again, it turned out to be his wedding. She clearly saw that the hand he was holding was not hers, and the person standing beside him was not her. Even in the dream, she felt so sad that she was about to die.

She told herself it was fake and she was going to wake up.

The moment she opened her eyes, she was in a trance.

Was that just a dream?

After a while, Zhang zirou slowly recovered. She finally felt the weight of her waist and looked down. Her arm with clear texture was on her waist, encircling her and trapping her in the world.

The heat on the back of the spine is coming in a steady stream, burning hot.

Zhang zirou's heart seemed to be filled with anger, no longer flustered, no longer hesitating. She skillfully turned around, held the man's strong waist tightly, arched into his arms, and rubbed.

Lu Jue was awakened by such a big noise. He didn't have a good rest all night because of her tossing last night. Just after closing her eyes for a moment, the little girl started to make trouble again.

Aware that the man's breathing is heavier, she poked out a pair of eyes from his arms. Seeing that he opened his eyes and looked at her darkly, Zhang zirou felt guilty and embarrassed to ask him, "wake you up?"

Lu Jue shook her head and asked her, "have you had a nightmare?"

Zhang zirou didn't answer. She buried it in his arms again and rubbed his neck like an animal.

Lu Jue patted her on the back and comforted her: "darling, it's OK. I'm here."

Zhang zirou had a sour nose and couldn't resist kissing him.

It's right at the Adam's apple.

The man's body was obviously stiff.

She heard him gnashing his teeth: "since everyone is awake, I don't mind doing something else."

Zhang zirou's eyes widened and she was stunned.

Lu Jue looked at her, her eyes were full of desire, and his body temperature was gradually rising, burning all Zhang zirou's skin exposed in the air.

He stooped and lowered his head

Afterwards, Zhang zirou suddenly thought of a thing, when to offend a man, do not offend in the morning, the words in the book do not deceive her.

The man in the morning really can't be offended, can't be offended, the result is——

Make complaints about her breakfast, and she even can't move. She even wants to eat breakfast and gets weak. She can only complain on one side of her vomit: "bad ass Lu Jie."

Lu Jue just finished taking a bath. He came out with a bath towel and looked at her in his spare time. "Didn't he just take a bath for you?"

Zhang zirou gave a blank look, "don't talk."

Lu Jue was very happy, and she was laughing.

Zhang zirou was deeply stimulated by his contented expression. She turned her head and gave a cold hum.

Lu Jue couldn't laugh or cry. She patted her back like a child and coaxed her.