Lu Qinghuan's legs under the table rubbed him gently, his eyes were obedient and lustful, and his voice was timid: "Isn't it next time?" ”

The man put the empty cup down and reached out to rub her satin-like black hair: "I don't like black long straight, it looks like green tea, I hope the next time I see you, you have long curly hair." ”

Lu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, and quietly lowered his eyes: "Sir, is there someone you like but can't get, so you want to turn me into her." ”

The man's hand that fell on the top of her hair paused, slid down suddenly, slid to her shoulder, and with a slight lift, he took her to his lap and kissed her fiercely.

His kiss is the same as his person, it is also unruly, and he is very good at teasing a woman's heartbeat, Lu Qinghuan is red-faced, and he bears it passively, and he can't feel a little disgusted.

couldn't help but sink into it, gradually longing for more, but the scorching temperature suddenly moved away, and the ambiguous lips fell on her ears.

"But what I like, there's nothing I can't get."

"I remember you, Lu Qinghuan."

Lu Qinghuan was stunned, and the confusion in his eyes faded, replaced by irrepressible shock.

Does he know her?

The Meng family has raised her for so many years, but she has never disclosed her identity to the outside world.

Even at school, everyone only knows that Ni Whale is Meng Yanchen's childhood sweetheart, but they don't know that she also lives in the Meng family.

The man hung her appetite and refused to say her name, so she was coquettish and disgusted with Joe, and did not directly reveal her identity.

But now, he actually called her name directly.

Lu Qinghuan looked at the man's distant back, and his heart was overwhelmed with surprise.

Seeing that he had already gone out, she hesitated, did not chase, but took out her mobile phone.

On the WeChat contact list, the original position of Meng Yanchen has been banned and replaced with a dark yellow profile picture.

Under the dim street lamp, the woman in the white dress and curly hair is dancing, and the light skirt blooms, like a butterfly with wings ready to fly.

Lu Qinghuan stared at it for a moment, then quickly retracted, tapped his fingers on the screen, and quickly typed a few words.

[How will the gentleman know my name?] 】

After a while, the mobile phone vibrate, but instead of replying, it was a transfer of 50,000 yuan.

Remarks: [Take it to buy lipstick]

Lu Qinghuan was afraid that the other party would think that she didn't like money, so she accepted it without hesitation for a second.

And quickly back:

[What brand does Mr. like?] 】

The pocket money given to her by the Meng family is only 20,000 yuan a month, but this man is so generous.

Isn't it just to be a stand-in, she has nothing to do, as long as the money can be given, he just wants her to go for plastic surgery, and she admits it!

The man will come back very quickly.

[This morning's is good, sweet and delicious]

Lu Qinghuan's first reaction was that he was quite good at flirting, and the second reaction was, oh Huo, she saved a fortune.

After all, the Meng family is under the fence, and she also has a side job, on a short video website, she is a small Internet celebrity with millions of fans, the kind that only evaluates without showing her face.

Today's lipstick is the brand's PR package, she has all the shades, and there is no need to buy it anymore.

But she still replied with a well-behaved nodding emoji.

The whole class went to perform, but in a band, only one person who played the piano was needed, and Ni Whale fell, so Lu Qinghuan naturally had nothing to do.

The teacher suggested that she be a substitute for Ni Whale, but Lu Qinghuan was unwilling, and the trouble was not very pleasant at the time, so she simply did not go with the orchestra.

At this time, she was the only one in the class, so naturally she didn't have to go to class.

Lu Qinghuan thought about it for a long time between going to the piano room to practice and going back to the dormitory to be a salted fish, and finally walked into a barber shop at the school gate.

Eight o'clock in the evening is the most restless moment.

In the nightclub, men and women crowded into the booths, and the screens of the men surrounded by the C position lit up for a moment.

Slender knuckles picked up the phone, and with a flick of his fingertips, he saw the latest message.

The picture has a good sense of atmosphere, in the warm yellow light, a girl in a white dress sitting, with dense and bewitching curls like seaweed, quietly falling from her shoulders.

She only permed the curls, did not dye them, deliberately only wore suspenders, and the exposed white shoulders were lined like jade under the splashed ink hair color, the best white jade, pure and revealing a desire.