He stood on Zuihua Street, and most of the actors who had finished walking on the stage had not put on their makeup, and they passed by him, and some of them recognized him, and they would say, "Hello Seventh Master." ”

"Seventh brother, you are very liked."

"Really?" It's not appropriate to think of Qiu Lengyun, if she is really like what her sister said, she is a person who is liked by others, why does she resent herself.

He doesn't care about anyone, he doesn't care about anyone.

is the only one who is unsettled.

"Why did you come along?"

"Why can't I come?"

"This drunken flower street is so messy, you're afraid that it's not good for a girl to come here."

"That Cuiyun Building is so demonic, you're afraid that the young master of the Lu family will go there." She didn't block him and make him uncomfortable.

She has a heart, how can she sink as a good person as the seventh brother, how can she be like those playboys, she was entangled by a demon girl and lost her heart.

Lu Fuhuan pretended not to hear it, and quickened his pace.

He often takes that night as a shame and panics in his heart, but he can't stand the persuasion of the fourth brother: People are not romantic teenagers!

Say it a few more times, and forget everything.

He is already a frequent visitor to Zi Yao, Zi Yao is easier to coax than Leng Yun, she is willing to accompany her for one night without a night pearl, a few silver tickets, and a few gold jewelry.

His manly dignity is all on display.

A man approached him, stood in front of him, and looked at him.

"Get out of the way." Lu Fuhuan said.

The man didn't say much and punched him in the nose.

The blood flowed out, and I wiped it with the back of my hand, but I couldn't wipe it out.

The man threw another punch, knocking him to the ground.

He didn't fight back.

My heart began to hurt, and it hurt more and more, and I couldn't breathe.

Could it be the heart palpitations that the third sister-in-law said?

"Pretend to be a grandson, get up and fight!"

The man kicked him, but he convulsed.

This is Yang Yizheng, who happened to meet Lu Fuhuan, so he sprinkled all the anger in his stomach on him.

Lu Fuhuan is not Lu Fukun, but he is also a member of the Lu family!

Lu Fukun was stabbed by him, life and death were unpredictable, he fled in a hurry, but it was difficult to understand his hatred.

Lu Lianyuan was originally watching the elementary school apprentices of the troupe to learn plays, but suddenly heard this commotion and hurriedly ran over.

"Why are you beating someone!" Lu Lianyuan didn't recognize Yang Yizheng, and didn't know what kind of character he was.

And Yang Yizheng, who is really not a good person, saw Lu Lian Kite, and actually got interested.

"This girl is good, new horse?" He lifted her chin and squinted at her like a piece of emerald coral.

"Don't you want the autumn cold clouds?" He pressed harder and harder, and the hand that lifted her chin squeezed her tightly.

After all, Miss Jiao, although she has a temper, she is powerless. A few struggles, but it only brought him excitement.

Lu Fuhuan gritted his teeth, stood up in pain, and pushed him away.

"You're looking for death!"

"I think you're looking for death!" A kick to his heart.

It hurts and hurts.

"Sister, you go quickly, leave me alone." He covered his heart and blocked Lu Lian Kite behind him.

"Don't go, I'll talk about it when I've had enough fun for you!"

Yang Yizheng punched him in the heart again.

He took out all the hatred he had accumulated over the past few days.

This Qian'an City was originally his territory, and if there was one more Lu family out of thin air, no one would take him seriously?

Damn it!

Feng Shui takes turns, and he wants to turn it back!

"Surnamed Yang, what do you want to do! Don't make trouble in front of my house, get out of the cool! ”

"Sister Leng Yun!" Lu Lian Kite seemed to have seen a big savior, and hurriedly rushed towards her.

Leng Yun was slightly stunned when he saw her.

"What do I want to do?" Yang Yizheng stopped and turned the finger at her.

"I, Yang Yizheng, am crazy to believe you like a bitch! You said that Peach Bell was for me, why did a Lu Fukun appear out of thin air! ”

Leng Yun was slightly frightened, turned around and closed the door gently.

"I don't understand Yang Gongzi's words."

"Don't play dumb for me! You're playing with me! I think you want Qiu Xiaotong to die! Well, I'll fulfill you! ”

He was like a raging beast, angry, but with nowhere to vent.

His eyes turned to Lu Fuhuan again, he was weak, and he was a member of the Lu family, which was exactly what he wanted.

His fist was about to fall again, but he felt his body warm.

"Miss Leng Yun." Lu Fuhuan muttered.

Yang Yizheng's heart gradually calmed down, and he looked down at the woman holding him. The corners of his mouth can't help but hook.

She actually threw herself into her arms, such a woman who made the men of the city crazy. He only felt that his hot blood was surging up one by one, and he didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of disturbing the girl in his arms.

"Young Master Yang, we still have an appointment!" She whispered softly, "Did you forget?" ”

He hears the voice, and he sees the tenderness.

The woman had only smiled at him.

He is still the lord of Qian'an City, and this Qian'an City is still his territory!

"I didn't forget, I didn't forget!" He turned into a hog.

"Then you go back and wait for me." She smiled again, sending ripples through his heart.

"Good!" He's better behaved than a dog.

Qiu Lengyun took his arm and sent him out of Drunken Flower Street.

And Lu Fuhuan also forgot the pain in his heart.

This palpitation should have been aggravated, but it was not felt at the moment.

Numb, wooden, disappointed.

Why, he is not as good as him!

"Seventh brother, it can't be her!"

"No......" he lowered his eyes, "it's not her." ”

The autumn cold clouds of that day were not like this!

The woman he longs for is not like this!

Everything was like a dream.

But he saw her coming towards him, taking off her makeup, like a person in a painting.

Or is she herself in the painting?

"Fifth Miss, is Lu Qiye okay?"

"It's not good......" Lu Lianyuan said.

She reached out to him and touched his heart like a jade.

"Does it hurt?" She asked.

"Hurt ......"

"Yang Yizheng went too far, and he made a dead hand like this."

She touched his heart again, and a trace of distress flashed in her eyes.

Oh, he suddenly understood that she was doing that for herself......

From this moment on, he adored her, admired her, and no longer longed for her because he lost a bet.

She let go of her dignity to save him!

She is a fireworks woman, comparable to a heroine!

"Miss Leng Yun." He suddenly took her hand in his heart.

Qiu Lengyun was startled and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

"Fifth Miss, I think the seventh master is fine."

Lu Lian was naïve and didn't understand anything.

"Are you alright? But he's still soft! ”

"Eighty percent of them are pretended."

She turned and walked away.

Lu Fuhuan hurriedly stood up.

"Miss Leng Yun!" Just like in Chunxiang Building, he called her for the first time, with some nervousness and uneasiness.

And she was still cold-eyed, just like that day.

"You go back too, don't come here in the future."

"Miss Leng Yun, thank you for saving me!"

And she was at a loss, not understanding what he was talking about.

"I know it must be very aggrieved to do that, but for my sake, you did it too!"

What was he talking about?

"I'm not here for you." She said coldly.

He was happy in his heart, it turned out that this girl would also be shy and disagree, in order to maintain this cold feeling, he wanted to spread such a lame panic.

But she's not lying, she really wasn't for him.

She's for herself.