Mr.Lu is blacklisted again

"Those women are crazy and want to marry you one by one. What's wrong is that 'Beicheng women's first dream lover', which is an old man with a bad temper and no one wants." Lu tingwan wants to lose his chopsticks and leave, but he doesn't want to give up this pot of crayfish.

Lu Yanxiu was angry. He opened his mouth and seemed to lose his temper, but he endured it again. He should be too lazy to quarrel with her.

Lu Yanxiu peeled off a large basin of crayfish after changing several pairs of gloves.

She asked aunt Qiu to make her a cup of grapefruit tea. Seeing that she had a few drinks, he went to wash his hands and have dinner.

After dinner, Lu Yanxiu read on the sofa in the living room. Lu tingwan went upstairs to take a bath.

Half an hour later, Lu tingwan, wrapped in a bath towel, stood at the stairs on the second floor and shouted to Aunt Qiu below:

"Aunt Qiu, why is there no bed in my room? It was still there just now."

"Oh... The weather has turned cold and damp recently. I'll wash it off for you." aunt Qiu replied, but she looked at the man sitting on the sofa intentionally or unintentionally.

"Is there anything new in that family?"

"No more."

"Where am I going to sleep tonight? I can't wash it tomorrow." Lu listens to the night with some helplessness.

She went in for a bath and came out with a bed shelf and a cushion.

"I have taken your pillow and quilt to my husband's room. I'll make do with my husband tonight." aunt Qiu smiled.

She said this so naturally that she didn't feel uncomfortable.

Who let Lu listen late? Lu Yanxiu has more rooms than his own these years.

Aunt Qiu is used to it.

The two of them have been making trouble these days. Lu tingwan went back to his room to sleep for a few nights, but aunt Qiu is still strange.

I didn't drive my husband out of the room, but went back to my own room.

Hearing aunt Qiu's words, Lu tingwan had to suspect that Aunt Qiu did it because of Lu Yanxiu.

When can't I wash it?! It happens that people wash it when they want to sleep.

Or steal it while she's in the shower.

"I don't want to sleep with an old man. I'm a yellow flower girl. In the future, I'll talk about my boyfriend's marriage and don't want fame." Lu listened to the night and shouted at Lu Yanxiu's head. Then he turned and left.

Aunt Qiu looked at Lu Yanxiu, whose face was black at the bottom of the pot on the sofa, and silently went back to the kitchen to pack up.

Lu Yanxiu left his book and pressed his temple with a headache

At nine o'clock, Lu Yanxiu got up and went upstairs.

When passing by Lu tingwan's room, he stopped.

The door is closed, and I don't know if people are inside.

He knew Lu Tsing's temper very well. If he was really angry, he would rather sleep on the sofa, sleep on the floor, and would not pull his face down to his room.

Big hand grabbed the door handle, but Lu Yanxiu hesitated.

This opens the door. What do you want to say?

Just tell her not to lose her temper and sleep in her room?

Forget it, I'd better wait until she falls asleep.

I really can't. let aunt Qiu get her a new bed later.

After thinking about it, Lu Yanxiu left the door and went back to his room.

As soon as the door opened, Lu tingwan was shaking two small white legs and lying on the bed playing games.

Lu Yanxiu's depressed heart was immediately relieved.

The backhand closed the door. Lu Yanxiu came in and stood by the bed.

Seeing Lu tingwan's long hair still wet, he frowned: "why don't you blow your hair?"

Lu listens to Wan's lips, ignores him and continues to play games.

"Little sister, how can I hear a man's voice? It can't be your boyfriend?" the voice of a male teammate came from the mobile phone.

"No, it's my elder, a smelly old man." Lu listened to the late reply.