Chapter 11, against
As Lu Lu dodged and Lu Sicheng subconsciously protected, the young ladies became more excited and restless, attracting passers-by who were in a hurry to stop and watch.
Out of nowhere, another person jumped out, and he jumped in front of them at a trot.
"Can I take a picture with you? I really like you two!" The girl with heavy makeup approached Lu Sicheng, and stretched out her hand to grab his arm.
Lu Sicheng's brows furrowed, and he had to protect Chen Lulu behind him while hiding.
The situation of the two became a little difficult, and among the group of onlookers not far away, there were many people who took out their mobile phones and took pictures at them.
A sand sculpture popped out of nowhere on the side, and a slightly obscene man riveted his strength in front of Chen Lulu.
"Beauty, let's take a group photo, hell knows how many times I watched your video last night. ”
Chen Lulu was so frightened that his whole body began to tremble, and tears were about to flow out.
She hid behind Lu Sicheng beside her, her hand tightly tugging at the corner of his clothes.
"Oops!" When the man was excited and was about to pounce on Chen Lulu, Lu Sicheng finally got rid of the woman with heavy makeup.
He didn't care so much anymore, and turned around and hugged Chen Lulu into his arms.
"Enough!" Lu Sicheng's temperament suddenly changed, becoming majestic and full of frost.
His face couldn't be darker, and a pair of eagle eyes swept sharply over everyone present, containing the horror of the storm before the storm.
Of course, he focused on the lewd man.
Seeing that he was angry, some people in the crowd put away their mobile phones and left consciously.
Some people left a few words in a weird way: "Isn't it just an Internet celebrity who became popular overnight? What's so great!"
"That's it, what are you pretending to be? I'll shoot a video with my girlfriend, and I'll definitely be more popular than them. ”
"Internet celebrities are Internet celebrities, and they don't have any education at all! ”
"These people are like that, and they look at her a few times and feel amazing! Wait for me to put the video on the Internet and see what else they are dragging. ”
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Listening to the voices in the crowd, the woman with heavy makeup clasped her hands to her chest, walked into the crowd, and whispered.
"Isn't there someone accusing the girl of pretending to be under the video that exploded at night? I can reply to them today, this woman is the White Lotus fighter! You all saw it clearly just now!"
"My name is Meng Ying, and I'm also an anchor, when I release the video later, you all go and testify to me! ”
The woman with heavy makeup glanced at Chen Lulu with disdain, who only had a back, chewed the gum in her mouth and left.
Lu Sicheng took a deep look at the woman's back, and ice ballast slowly grew on her face.
Feeling the more and more violent tremors of the person in his arms, he used his tall body to protect her whole person and escorted her into the study room.
By the way, Li Yunyun, who was making coffee in the small kitchen, called her to close the door of the bookstore.
"Sister, are you okay?" pulled the person out of his arms, Lu Sicheng only felt that his breathing was stagnant, and his heart was pricked by a needle, and he felt pain twice.
Chen Lulu's forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat, his eyes were blank, and there was a dead silence. The lipstick on his lips probably rubbed against Lu Sicheng's clothes, showing a sauce purple.
She reached out and grabbed him: "I want to go home......! Will you send me back?"
There was a calm and pleading in her tone that bordered on despair!
"I'm not going to talk about it, you send me home!"
She looked up at him, there was not a trace of life in her eyes, and her mouth began to say some nonsense.
Lu Sicheng took out his mobile phone with one hand to make a call, and took her into his arms with the other.
She didn't move, just stiffened.