Gu Yu stood there, lazily raising his slender eyebrows.

The facial features are so delicate that they are not like words, and the temperament is not picky.

Especially the apricot eyes with a floating shimmer, like a clear spring, as if it can illuminate all the darkness in a person's heart, it makes people panic.

Lu Ziyu's eyes only flickered for a moment, and he quickly pursed his lips and smiled:

"Speaking of which, my friend and sister should also know each other."

The girl's voice was soft: "My friend's cousin seems to be my sister's tablemate." ”

Gu Yu leaned on the door frame, his eyes paused slightly when he heard the words, but it was only a moment, and he said casually: "When?" ”

Lu Ziyu: "This afternoon." ”

She paused and said softly: "Sister, we are visiting someone's house this time, do you want to take a dress of mine or something, and dress up well?" ”

Every time Shu Wanying and Lu Ziyu come back from shopping, they buy skirts.

The things Gu Yu is wearing now are all bought by herself.

Gu Yu's eyes lifted slightly:

"Can't you wear these?"

Lu Ziyu paused slightly and smiled: "Of course you can." ”

Her gaze lingered on the empty black and white simple bedroom for a moment, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly: "That afternoon, I'll call my sister." ”

Gu Yu watched her turn away, reaching out and touching the white rabbit earrings.

The soft and cute voice with mechanical texture in the invisible headphones is slightly paused:

"Look for those gangsters, I found it."

Gu Yu turned around and closed the door, with some idleness between his eyebrows, but there was a cold front in his clear apricot eyes: "Be careful." ”

Parallel flashed light, and immediately told Gu Yu the information found out by his subordinates.

**

In the afternoon, Lu Ziyu was about to knock on the door, and Gu Yu opened the door.

The girl with her hair dyed white is still dressed in that dull dress, covered in black, white and gray, and the whole person has a different kind of beauty.

What Lu Ziyu is most jealous of is Lu Yu's face.

But for so long, I didn't see any intention of correcting her, but she went further and further in the bad girl's style, and a subtle sense of superiority rose in her heart.

Lu Ziyu covered up this sense of superiority and said softly: "Sister, let's go." ”

On the way, Gu Yu played a game with his mobile phone, while listening to all the information about the Tangcheng murder case sorted out for her in parallel.

Lu Ziyu, who was sitting next to her, put down the math competition book in his hand and glanced at Gu Yu, his eyes were full of meaning.

It was only a moment before I picked up the book and read it again.

Soon they arrived at Song's house, and Huang went back first.

Lu Ziyu patted the pink gauze skirt on his body and greeted Song Feng: "Song Feng." ”

The boy with a somewhat green face coughed a few times and seemed a little shy.

When his gaze fell on Gu Yu beside her, a trace of obvious disgust flashed.

His strange illness has been cured, but that doesn't mean his grudge against this broom star is over.

However, Song Feng did not speak as disrespectfully as last time, but invited them into the villa.

Gu Yu's eyes flashed slightly, his gaze stayed on the surveillance in the corner of the villa for a moment, and then lazily looked away.

Song Feng behaved like a hospitable host, poured water for them, took fruits, and then sat on the sofa and talked to Lu Ziyu, ignoring Gu Yu on the side at all.

Gu Yu was happy to be at ease, so he casually looked at the decorations here.

It can be seen that the Song family has a rich background, and many places are displayed, all with a strong atmosphere of wealth and gorgeousness.

But there are also a few places, such as the corners left by literati and ink artists.

Gu Yu raised his eyebrows.

She remembered that Song Yue's uncle seemed to be a teacher.

It's not surprising that it's so decorated.

It didn't take long for several other people to come to the Song family's villa, all of whom were Song Feng's classmates and knew Lu Ziyu.

Several classmates glanced at Gu Yu curiously, wondering who she was.

But the master didn't open his mouth to introduce, and Gu Yu didn't seem to have any intention of speaking, so they could only drink tea silently, occasionally glancing at Gu Yu a few times.

Lu Ziyu paused for a moment and said softly:

"This is my sister, Lu Yu."

The faces of those who heard this were different.

One of them, his face didn't look very good, and the boy who was not very willing to stay here glanced at Lu Yu, and stayed for a few seconds before looking away.

It turned out that she was the one her sister said and saved her.

Yang Yuqing paused, and the discomfort of being forced here by Song Feng suddenly decreased a lot.

At least, I can meet my sister's benefactor here.

The others looked at each other a few times, knowing each other.

How bad Lu Yu's reputation in the eleventh middle school is, how bad his reputation is in the third of them.

Such a gangster is not at the same level as them at all, even if he is the daughter of the Lu family, he is useless, and he doesn't make friends.

They got together and chatted for a while, and Yang Yuqing frequently turned his head to look at Gu Yu, attracting the attention of the sitting girl.

The pair of apricot eyes, which should have looked very cute and tender, have a lazy atmosphere at the end of the narrow eyes, just raised casually and casually, and also have a delicate and charming meaning.

Mixed with light green, jewel-like pupils, it is as if there is a streamer passing through, painting a splendid picture, looking at it like a magnificent sunset on the surface of the ocean.

Yang Yuqing coughed and nervously went to get the teacup, his ears slightly hot.

The micro earphones emit a soft and cute sound with a mechanical texture:

"Successful identification, Yang Yuqing, Yang Yuyan's younger brother."

Gu Yu's fingers paused slightly, and he glanced at the boy over there.

Wearing a neat and clean white shirt, her facial features are somewhat similar to Yang Yuyan's, but she is a little tougher and handsome, and she looks a little taciturn.

The personalities of the sisters and brothers are a little different.

Thinking so, she conjured silver needles in her fingers again, turning them flexibly.

Yang Yuqing only felt that the cold light flashed in front of him, and he subconsciously looked sideways.

The girl is as white as a green onion, and her slender and slender fingertips are nothing.

Yang Yuqing paused.

Probably he was mistaken.

Gu Yu's eyes grew more interested.

Because of the material, few people could see the silver needle on her fingertips, but he noticed it the moment she took out the silver needle......

Is this what is called the gift of vision?

.......

The so-called going to a classmate's house is to visit a classmate's house and then have a meal in the absence of an adult.

Gu Yu had been listening to parallel conversations all afternoon, but he didn't feel bored.

Yang Yuqing stopped talking with a face.

He didn't want her to be left out in the cold and had no one to talk to, and he was worried that after he talked to her, he would affect her.

After all, he has a bad relationship with Song Feng, and now he is in someone's house, so he doesn't want her to become the target of public criticism.

So several times hesitation.

But Gu Yu behaved calmly throughout the whole process, and his posture was as casual as if he had never been rejected by a small group.

Everyone else was a little upset in their hearts, but Song Feng glanced at Lu Ziyu and proposed, "Let's go to the yard for a walk." ”

......

In the evening, Huang came to pick them up.

Lu Ziyu, who got into the car, curled his lips: "How is my sister playing today?" ”

Gu Yu moved his wrist, threw a sugar-free pill into his mouth, and leaned lazily on the back of the chair:

"Okay."

Lu Ziyu smiled: "That's good." ”

**

Tangcheng's largest bar glow inside.

The colorful searchlights flickered and swept over those, either sober or intoxicated, but without exception, the faces of the frustrated people who were drunk and dreaming in this place, the atmosphere was fierce and noisy.

And upstairs at the moment, in a VIP box.

Nie Yu was pouring wine for Rong Ye, and his unruly sword eyebrows were slantedly raised, more or less brought out, wanton and arrogant:

"I've always wanted to find the prince to drink, but I didn't have the opportunity, but today I finally have this honor to meet friends with wine."