Coming out of the wedding company, Zhang Kelan couldn't wait to go home, and removed the hairpin fixed on her head in the elevator. I took off the hair clip and took off the entire wig, revealing a hairstyle that was half bald and half round in every way. Taking off the wig was not enough, Zhang Kelan took out a makeup remover towel from her bag and wiped the pink lipstick off her lips.

Not to mention, a delicate outfit like Mu Heling, which is refreshing and has a beautiful atmosphere, is not something she can catch up with with a wig.

At the outermost end of the parking lot was a silver Nissan sports car. As soon as the elevator door opened, Zhang Kelan walked out without squinting. I sat in the car, turned on the cool stereo, and wiped my lips in front of the car mirror as if no one was around.

If makeup artist Sukean sat next to her and watched, she would be very excited. Because this girl attaches great importance to lip makeup as much as she does, and even the way she puts on her lips is very similar. After removing the original lip makeup, she is not in a hurry to change the color she wants, first moisturize her lips with liquid lip lotion, and then press her lips with a cotton pad to absorb excess oil. Such a simple two strokes have actually completed the foundation of a lip-biting makeup.

However, Zhang Kelan has only finished playing a lady, and it is impossible to continue to play the same type of innocent girl. She pulled out four or five lipliners and lipsticks from her bag, all of them in the color of heavy metal like flaming red or camel yellow.

Picking out one of the crimson lip liner, Zhang Kelan drew a cross on her lip peak while dialing the phone number of a relative who was in a meeting abroad, thousands of miles away.

This relative is the target of Mu and Ling's death just now, and the little uncle Le Zhenglin, who is only five years older than her but a generation older. In an old-fashioned family like Lejia, where rules are one after another and family mottos are one after another, it is also because of the strength of her ancestors to be able to cultivate an excellent man with a unique style like her little uncle.

After the phone was connected, Zhang Kelan shouted crookedly like a little lover: "Little uncle~~"

On the other end of the phone is a male voice as gentle as the warm breeze of March, listening to his voice is like looking at a Raphael painting, you can feel the rigidity and softness in the painting, simple and bright. But if you see Le Zhenglin face-to-face, the feeling of a spring breeze is obviously not enough, it will make people psychologically integrated at a deeper level, and they can't help but adjust their cognitive state and personality state.

At least, for people like He Ling, who have accumulated too much darkness in their hearts since they were a child and can't get rid of it, Le Zhenglin is too much like a sky lantern that is not afraid of the distance in the dark.

Le Zhenglin said "um", with tenderness for his juniors, and asked: "Kelan, what's wrong?" ”

The heavy church bells carried to the country with his voice, and his image was like a white dove soaring into the blue sky when the bell rang, beautiful and noble.

Zhang Kelan, who was not noble at all, was drawing her lips in the mirror, and said, "I just met your first love, little uncle." ”

The white dove flew to the spine of another building and looked down at the passers-by walking on the street. Le Zhenglin stopped, his eyes focused on the clear blue river under the bridge: "Did you see her?" ”

"That's right." With her fingertips dipped in two colors of lipstick on the inside of her lips, Zhang Kelan had already finished all the steps of lip makeup. glanced left and right at the mirror, and after reading it, he remembered and mocked: "This Mu Heling is really better than seeing it." is obviously doing pimping work, but her appearance and temperament are like a daughter. But it's no wonder that if she couldn't look like a famous lady, Ms. Le Jinsheng wouldn't have picked her to □□ her little uncle in the first place. Haha, little uncle, you don't still like her, do you? ”

Le Zhenglin's voice was like a string that was suddenly broken, abrupt and hoarse: "Kelan, for the whole thing, if you don't know what happened, you shouldn't speak." Sue me, who made you close to her? ”

"No one," Zhang Kelan opened her mouth to deny, her eyes staring at the elevator she had just walked out of. It was at the elevator door that she saw Suzu carrying a bag and getting into a dazzling yellow Lamborghini without raising her head.

Open the door, throw the bag, shake the hair, and do a series of actions much more chic than yourself.

Not to mention the dazzling white face like pearls, there is a dazzling sunshine. The beauty in the backlight always has a golden silhouette that others can't look at directly.

Zhang Kelan, who has always "lost people but don't lose battles", couldn't help but be stunned. In her cognition, a woman like Mu Heling who can dedicate her body and mind to money, although her means are a little higher, she is actually similar to a junior who is raised by a large amount of money, and it is enough to drive a BMW with a sassy bag. Where else did you get the money to drive a sports car?

Also a sports car, a Lamborghini is five times more expensive than a Nissan.

Zhang Kelan felt that she was right, and argued with her little uncle: "Did I say it wrong?" Mu Heling didn't go to the UK to hook up with his uncle for money? ”

The sound of empty "beep" is like a warning, and it has no end in sight. Zhang Kelan was depressed for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders indifferently and threw the phone on the seat next to her.

Anyway, there are more and more relatives and friends who hate her, and a little uncle is no exception.

As soon as Kazuzu came out of the door of the wedding company, he posted on the Internet.

The first time she posted a post, she didn't know that many netizens were saving zài to coax and watch the excitement, so the content of the post was written very sincerely. As for whether netizens can help solve the problem, it purely depends on luck.

The content of the post is like this: I have had a crush on my adoptive father's brother since I was in high school, and I have had a crush on my brother for many years and I hide it deeply, and I only dare to secretly tell my best friend. When I was a child, I thought my brother would marry his pro-plum sweetheart, but until now the two of them have not been together. Recently, my brother has been a little abnormal in my expression, and I am in conflict with whether to confess to him

The content of the post is quite white, and there is no description below the neck. As a science tyrant, He Ling is far inferior to Wei Yu's 'pen has a lot of things'. Except for the logical correctness, what is written is as dry as a withered flower, and there is nothing appealing about it. It's really hard to write.,And Suzu posted a post and threw the phone back in the bag without looking at it.。

Who knew that when I returned to the apartment and opened my phone, the whole person would be scared. In just twenty minutes, almost a few hundred people flipped through her post.

There are replies, and there are likes. One of the most liked replies is like this: "There is no blood relationship, what are you afraid of." If you like it, you can force it, what's the use of having a crush. How can there be so much time in life for you to act in the inner drama? If you can't sleep, you will be drugged, and if you break up, you will burst fruit photos, and you will be in prison. You don't even dare to squat in prison and dare to say that you love him?! Think for yourself, don't say anything, I'm going to be in the dock."

The reply with the second highest number of likes is like this:

"This building is really boring, so I decided to go back and see the brothers and sisters next door lingering and flying."

He Ling's hand didn't know that Mao was a little trembling Of course, some kind-hearted netizens replied: "The owner of the building pretended to drink too much or joked and confessed to his brother, and then, there was no more." ”

She's done it

He Ling looked at it for a long time to no avail, but he still shook his head, threw his phone on the sofa casually, sorted out his clothes and went to take a shower.

The casual end of this is that when I walked out of the bathroom, I saw the "brother" in the post appear in the living room.

It seems that in every home she has lived in, even Kaifeng has a backup key.

However, compared to the abruptness of the last time, this time he and Suzu were a little prepared, and they put a lot of clothes on their bodies when they came out of the bathroom. And the clothes are not the slightest beauty, they are the kind of fuchsia coral velvet that otaku aunts often wear. It does not show the chest and does not show the legs, and automatically blocks the temptation function.

Even Kaifeng was a little lazy, but with a sense of storage that couldn't be faded when he sat down, he leaned on the sofa cushion that Heling dragged back from Muji. The slightly squinted eyes, the straight bridge of the nose, and the tight lip line all showed a cold and ascetic taste when he took a nap.

In fact, the so-called abstinence man is a man who has ** and makes people feel clean on the other. Abstinence and abstinence, you have to have **. Kazuzu doesn't know when Lian Kaifeng, who looked at Qingjun, became what he is now.

How do you describe him as he is now? He Ling gritted her teeth, her literary style is really bad.

As if sensing that Heling had come out of the shower, even Kaifeng's fingers moved, and his eyelids also raised. Then he sat up straight without a hint of warning, took his slender fingers from his forehead, and opened a pair of ice spring eyes to look at Kazuzu in front of him.

Kazuzu met his gaze and trembled without a breath.

Lian Kaifeng was so tired that he beckoned to her, and shouted like a kitten: "Come here." ”

Kazuzu managed to restrain her nervousness, but still took a step back without much interest.

Lian Kaifeng had no choice but to hold up a mobile phone on the sofa, shook it at Heling, and asked her with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Are you sure you can linger with me by posting a post?" ”

He Ling's head was full of bloodshot and stood in place, feeling the corners of his mouth twitch uncontrollably. She felt that she must raise a knife tomorrow to cut Dafang and Xiaofang, the two fools.

Lian Kaifeng rubbed his temples and reiterated tiredly: "Come here, Heling." ”

Rushing at the "unseepable" mobile phone, he staggered a few steps with the bell, and finally stood in front of Lian Kaifeng. Trembling, I don't know if it's joy or nervousness.

This big brother who looked at the abstinence, his cold fingers directly held her little hand in the palm of his hand. The little tiredness that could still be seen in Fang Cai's eyes was like smoke and dust blown away by the wind at the moment, without a trace.

Lian Kaifeng chuckled: "It's quite capable, do you know that you posted on the Internet for help?" ”

Kazuzu's flushed face indicated that she couldn't accept this kind of intimacy at the moment.

From childhood to adulthood, the two of them almost all follow the brother and sister model. One of the most common situations is that you sit on one end of the sofa, I sit on the other end of the sofa, and Lian Yixin sits in the middle. No matter who of the three of them farted, even if it was Kazuzu herself, Kazuzu would cover her nose and lean on Lian Yixin. At the same time, Lian Kaifeng will not hesitate to greet Lian Yixin with a pillow.

In the two years when he first arrived in Suzhou, the relationship between the two was particularly good, and they loved each other like brothers and sisters. Heling does not have a bicycle, and when she goes out of the house, she will give preference to sitting behind Lian Kaifeng's bicycle. At that time, she didn't realize that she was choosing the car based on her face, she just felt that sitting behind Lian Kaifeng, holding his waist with both hands, even if she couldn't see the road in front of her, she felt solid from her heart.

A few years later, because she couldn't stand the fact that others called her "mother", she endured her grievances and returned to Yangzhou. Adolescent girls at the age of sixteen or seventeen will always look for such a teenager similar to a girl comic book on campus. But Heling looked at this and that, but she couldn't see anything that could be engraved in her heart. In this regard, Wei Yu, who is in the same situation as her, has a thorough analysis: "In response to the old saying, 'The return of Huangshan does not look at Yue Wuyue, and the return of Wuyue does not look at the mountain'." You have the best in your heart, how can you still look at others? ”

He Ling was noncommittal about this analysis until he moved back to Suzhou in the second semester of his sophomore year of high school. She saw Lian Kaifeng and Guo Yue walking past her with a smile and a smile, and for the first time, the fire of jealousy in her heart was burned.

After all, from childhood to adulthood, even in those years when he was abused by Qin Xue, Heling had no one who was jealous. And this jealousy is in my heart, like a seed thrown into the mud in the spring, not only quietly taking root and sprouting, but also blossoming and bearing fruit uncontrollably.

Kazuzu understood her feelings at that time. At least, she didn't feel it at all when she saw Lian Yixin fighting with other girls.

Today, Kazuzu's thoughts are well known to passers-by. Avoiding things is useless, facing Lian Kaifeng, who is obviously still interesting to him, He Ling bit his lip and said, "Can you let me confess first?" ”

Lian Kaifeng smiled, his eyelashes flickering like a black eagle gathering his feathers, and his eyes were the greedy pampering of Heling: "Then you can talk about it first." ”

When I was taking a bath, I prepared the draft, brewed a love affair with Suzu, cleared my throat again, and finally couldn't help but interrupt: "Do you have something to say?" ”

Lian Kaifeng shook his head, "No." ”

"Then why did you let me say it first?"

Even Kaifeng lifted her aunt's thick pajamas that were too dirty, and seemed to take the opportunity to take a look at the scenery inside, and replied matter-of-factly: "I want you to change your pajamas before talking, but you have to confess first." ”

Kazuzu turned around and went back to her room, and she was going to give up on this confession.

I haven't been under the same roof with Lian Kaifeng for more than two years, and I am about to forget about it. In addition to the beauty and talent of the prosperous age, the cool and cold are high, this big brother also likes to play tricks. Details @ Lian Yixin