"What do you mean?" Lu Dongyang glanced at Mu Xiuxiu, leaned over and took out a book from under the coffee table, opened it and read it, as if nothing had happened just now.

Seeing this, Mu Xiu stepped forward angrily and swooped away the book in his hand, "Shanbo is a friend I made with great difficulty, how can you just make him angry like this?!" ”

Hearing this, Lu Dongyang slowly raised his head, his dark eyes were full of indifference, "He's just whiter, what's good?" Useless. ”

Mu Xiuxiu was stimulated by Lu Dongyang's last useless sentence, her pink little face was dyed with a layer of red, and she said angrily, "If it's useless to look white, then Dongyang, aren't you also useless!" ”

Lu Dongyang inherited his mother's excellent genes, his facial features are exquisite, and his skin is like clotted fat, which is not obvious when he was a child, but as he grows older, he looks more and more handsome.

Perhaps because of his personality, Lu Dongyang doesn't like to be close to people, and over time, everyone has a feeling of "can be seen from a distance and cannot be blasphemed".

From a distance, Lu Dongyang looks like a prince in the ancient century.

Hearing Mu Xiu say this, Lu Dongyang lost his mind for a few seconds, but he quickly reacted, turned his head to look out the window, and said a little awkwardly, "I'm different from him." ”

Mu Xiuxiu crossed his waist, his clear eyes widened, and he asked angrily, "What's the difference!" ”

Lu Dongyang didn't want to say more, he got up and was about to leave, but Mu Xiuxiu blocked him sideways, stretched his arms, and didn't let him go if he couldn't say anything.

Lu Dongyang thought for a while and said, "Make the sweet and sour fish you like to eat tonight." ”

The tight strings in Mu Xiuxiu's brain were disconnected with a "bang", he was always like this, every time she got angry, he would only be perfunctory! Can't he explain it to her?

Mu Xiuxiu's nose was sour, his eyes were red, he took a deep breath, and shouted "I hate you" with all his strength, turned around and ran out of the hall.

Lu Dongyang frowned, was she throwing a tantrum?

……

At eight o'clock in the evening, the brightly lit atmosphere of the Lu Mansion was stiff, there was no usual joy and noise, the air was filled with a thick smell of danger, and everyone's faces were full of solemnity.

Chen Ming came in from outside the door, walked quickly to Lu Dongyang's side, and said in a low voice, "Young Master, the Mu family called and said that Miss was home." ”

Hearing the sound, Lu Dongyang's drooping eyes crossed a trace of haze, looked up at the clock on the wall, slowly stood up from the table, and said in a flat tone, "Put the dishes in the refrigerator, and eat them when Xiuxiu comes back." ”

Chen Ming looked at Lu Dongyang with complicated eyes, wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it, and finally only spit out one word, "Yes." ”

"Snap" turned on the switch, and the dark room suddenly lit up, Lu Dongyang walked to the desk with his slippers, his dark eyes staring at the photo frame on the table, not knowing what he was thinking.

There is a thin photo in the frame, which was taken before he and Mu Xiuxiu went to elementary school, in the photo, Mu Xiuxiu pulled Lu Dongyang's arm tightly, with a bright smile on his face.

The wind outside the window blew into the house, Lu Dongyang felt a little cold, reached out to bring the window and sat back on the bed, raised his eyes again to look at the photo frame on the table, and said softly, "Are you going home?" Why go home? ”

Because of a boy, she not only lost her temper with him, but even ran back to Mu's house, Lu Dongyang lowered his eyes, was he wrong?