Especially the hand holding the cup, the little finger is still cocked.

Yan Rusheng saw it, didn't speak, picked up his mobile phone, took a picture of Zhou Shuang at this moment, and sent it directly to Lu Yinan.

"You hooligans, it's so contrived, it affects my appetite in your eyes."

Here, Young Master Lu was blocked on the road, a traffic light in a section, and a traffic light would stop for a minute or two, he was already impatient and irritable.

The mobile phone on the mobile phone shelf suddenly vibrated twice, and a WeChat message came, which was sent by Yan Rusheng.

He immediately stretched out his hand to swipe the screen, clicked on WeChat, he first looked at the photo sent by Yan Rusheng, and then looked at the text message below.

Young Master Lu said that he was very unconvinced, and while waiting for the red light, he took down his mobile phone and quickly replied to Yan Rusheng, "This affects your appetite?" Every time you are in front of us, if there is no one else in front of us, if there is no one else, if there is no one else, have you ever thought about our feelings? ”

After the message was sent, he looked back at the photo.

In the photo, Zhou Shuang is holding his cheeks in one hand and a white porcelain water cup in the other, and half of his long hair is poured into his chest.

Up and down, it gives people the feeling that it is so noble and elegant.

And it's so natural, isn't it contrived at all?

Influenced by Zhou Shuang in the photo, Lu Yinan couldn't help but put one arm on the car window, his hand supporting his cheeks, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Completely forgetting that he was on the road now, he stopped in the middle of the road and waited for the red light, until the horn of the car behind him came to his senses and found that all the cars in front of him were gone.

He looked in the rearview mirror again, and the drivers of the cars behind him stuck out their heads and yelled at him.

One by one, they all wanted to get out of the car and beat him up.

He hurriedly started the car, but as soon as he approached the zebra crossing, he jumped the red light again.

He had to stop.

At that time, there was an endless sound of car horns behind him, and it was the drivers who were venting their anger at Lu Yinan.

Young Master Lu ignored it, stretched out his hand to turn on the radio, a beautiful English song echoed in the carriage, he looked at the rearview mirror and tidied up his clothes.

Shooting left and right, he frowned, craned his neck, leaned closer to the rearview mirror, and then reached out and touched under his eyes.

During this time, he stayed up late and the dark circles and bags under his eyes came out, and his eyes lowered his appearance.

Thinking about it, he reached out and opened the storage drawer, pulled out a pair of flat glasses from it, and put them on.

His glasses are all custom-made, there is no similar style in the world, matte gold wire edges, a thin layer of anti-blue light lenses, instantly add a bit of elegance.

He looked in the rearview mirror again, and found that his skin was also dead, and he reached out and touched it.

It seems that the mask is going to be applied, and during this time, I was tortured by that hooligan, and I was in no mood to do anything, and sometimes I forgot to wash my face.

'Tuk Tuk'

Young Master Lu was facing the rearview mirror and was worried about his appearance, when someone suddenly knocked on his car window.

Only then did he remember that he was waiting for a red light.

He looked ahead, and it was still a red light, and it was clear that it was not the same red light just now.

'Tuk Tuk'

As he thought about it, there was another knock on the window, and he turned his head to look out of the window, where a tall woman stood next to his car door, looking at him with one hand on her hip.

Aggressive.

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