Lu Yulan was widely known as a green tea, white lotus bitch. Relying on her status as an orphan, she blackmailed her way into marrying General Lu of the Empire. Even after the divorce, she maintain...
Lu Yulan... is devastated.
Hearing Su Su's voice outside the door, Lu Yulan got up and prepared to go out.
Lu Yuanhong took advantage of Lu Fangyao leaving the house and walked in.
He's here, he's here, he's coming like a mountain.
Lu Yulan subconsciously pursed her slightly dry lips, feeling a little inexplicably like she was having an affair behind her husband's back.
Seeing that Lu Yulan was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, Lu Yuanhong withdrew his menacing mental energy.
After feeling the pressure ease, Lu Yulan calmed herself down a bit and spoke awkwardly.
"Is there something you need?"
"I just heard that you and Fang Yao were looking for some strange and unusual things. I have some, would you like to take a look?"
"No, no need." Lu Yulan clutched the small blanket, glared at Lu Fangyao who peeked out from outside the door, and left herself to be alone with the big devil.
Seeing Lu Yulan's obvious resistance, Lu Yuanhong quickly realized that something was wrong.
My mental strength was too powerful. Although I restrained it a little, there was still some scattered mental energy outside when I was enveloped by that unknown emotion.
If it were the military's group of tough guys who had been thoroughly trained, there would naturally be no problem.
However, Lu Yulan gave up university and had little understanding of mental power. Naturally, she was too affected by her own emotions and subconsciously became afraid of herself in a self-protective manner.
"Sorry, is this better?"
...
Although I didn't understand what Lu Yuanhong said, the refrigerant in the room did indeed start heating for the first time.
Lu Yulan nodded subconsciously, indicating that she felt much better.
"As an apology, I'll show you my collection, all of which were seized at the border. You might find them interesting."
Although Lu Yuanhong had a blank expression and no smile, his eyes were the windows to his soul.
As someone who used to be a thoughtful and meticulous writer, Lu Yulan understood the apology and desire for compensation in Lu Yuanhong's eyes.
Then, to Lu Fangyao's astonishment, he took Lu Yulan to his private vault.
Lu Fangyao: ...
What happened to our meal?
Is it really okay for my older brother to be so hypocritical?
My sister-in-law was clearly reluctant just now, so how did she agree after only three seconds? Is this the secret to how my brother, who is four years older than me, is already married?
Should I practice my eye contact too, so I can kill?