41 Mr. Lu is an adjective
◎Equality and respect◎
The news that Lu Yang was waiting for did not come until dawn.
Later he fell asleep, and when he woke up he found that he still had not received the information about Lin Jin’s lovers, so he understood.
His last name is Lu, and everyone calls him Master Lu, but he has no real power. Lin Jin is his brother's special assistant, and can basically represent his brother wherever he goes. Compared to him, those people must be more afraid of Lin Jin, and will only pretend to obey him.
"Grass!"
Lu Yang cursed while holding his phone, but he didn't ask any more questions because he had to save his dignity.
After all, it was because he didn't have the strength. Now when he went out with Lin Jin like this, unless they were going home, no matter where they went, those people would definitely try to curry favor with Lin Jin first.
The regent king of a different surname with real power appointed by the emperor will always have a higher status than the idle prince.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Lin, just wait for me!"
The rebellious and experienced artist decided to work hard, not to usurp the throne, but just to defeat the regent.
As soon as this idea appeared in his mind, Lu Yang's expression suddenly froze, his mind went blank for a few seconds, and when he came back to his senses, there was only one idea left in his mind.
Where is my wife?
"Brother! Have you seen my wife?"
The sound of knocking on the door and shouting for someone could be heard in the bedroom early in the morning. Song Qiu felt very uncomfortable listening to it in his half-asleep state.
Too many things happened last night, and he didn't sleep well. He basically had dreams all night long. They were a mess, some of which were about various plots in the book, and some of which were about the ending where Lu Yancheng became a villain.
He couldn't count how many times he had dreamed of being buried in fire, car accidents, car body explosions, and flames shooting into the sky. Every time he dreamed of it, his breathing became rapid and his back felt cold.
It was a very strange feeling. I knew I was dreaming and was watching all this as a bystander, but I couldn't wake up, let alone stay out of it.
The fire seemed to surround him as well, and the feeling of suffocation made his scalp tingle.
"Brother! Why is my wife missing again? Brother, have you seen her?"
The shouting outside the door continued. Song Qiu frowned impatiently, finally waking up from the dream that he couldn't get out of.
He opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling. He didn't know why he felt very panicked. He heard Lu Yang looking for his wife outside the door again. He quickly searched for the plot in his mind. When he found the corresponding plot, he suddenly understood why he was panicking.
This was the second time that Lu Yang knocked on Lu Yancheng’s door to look for his wife. The first time, the protagonist had managed to get away with it by compromising, but this time, Lu Yancheng was even worse. He talked to the protagonist through the door... The protagonist made a little sound and was heard by Lu Yang.
What happened next was that Lu Yang broke into the house, suspecting that his brother was bullying his wife. After saying some harsh words, he began to think about fighting for the family property, thinking that only by being strong enough could he prevent his wife from running away with someone else.
Having to deal with this kind of thing as soon as his brain started working in the morning, this was the first time that Song Qiu felt the bitterness of working 24 hours a day since he became a spoiler assistant.
The man who had held him in his arms while sleeping last night had already gotten up. The empty seat beside him was cold. Song Qiu glanced at the time and saw that it was almost eight o'clock. He got up with a hopeless look and walked towards the bathroom.
He heard the sound and knew Lu Yancheng's daily routine. He should be taking a shower after working out.
“Boom boom boom.”
"Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, can you hear me?"
"Lu Yang has started looking for a wife again. Today's plot is a bit exciting and crucial. Do you want to..."
He was knocking on the door and asking, when suddenly the bathroom door opened, and a man with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and an inverted triangle figure, wrapped only in a bath towel, with water droplets hanging on his chest and abdominal muscles, appeared in front of him. The top male beauty caught him off guard.
"Wow...oh..." His body reacted faster than his brain. Without even thinking, Song Qiu let out an exclamation full of appreciation and praise, with his mouth open for a long time without closing.
He didn't know how to describe the feeling. He just felt that the more he got to know Lu Yancheng, the more he would realize that the author had not written out one tenth of his charm.
This does not include personal charm, but only the shocking charm that appearance brings to people.
When he is wearing a suit, he is calm and serious, and he exudes the aura of a superior. But when he speaks to you in a gentle voice, you think he is very gentle and gentle. Then when he takes off his clothes, you are stunned to find that he is the typical example of a man who looks thin when dressed and has muscles when undressed. He is a very aggressive person, not inferior to Lu Yang, the male college student with well-developed limbs.
Song Qiu couldn't understand how a person could look so handsome at different times, each with their own merits.
"Looks good?" Lu Yancheng's tone rose slightly.
Song Qiu nodded subconsciously, "It looks good, Mr. Lu, you are very handsome, Mr. Lu."
What are you talking about?
Lu Yancheng didn't quite understand at first, but after spending more time with him, he understood it in two seconds following his abstract thinking. In his mind, "Mr. Lu" has become an adjective, and a commendatory one at that.
It’s a strange way of expressing it as usual, but it sounds unexpectedly nice, and is a... unique compliment.
Lu Yancheng took a step forward, grabbed his hand and placed it on his abdominal muscles, "Not only can you look, you can also touch it."
He knew his little wood liked it.
Last night she was the passive party and was almost forced, but today when she woke up she became the one in control and could enjoy the top male beauty. Song Qiu couldn't help it and really touched him up and down for a long time.
The feel of the game is of course impeccable, but those few seconds when you are no longer the weaker party and seem to be on equal footing are really fascinating.
"Ahem... that..." Song Qiu took his hand back after enjoying it, "Thank you, Mr. Lu."
Okay, he admitted that he was just an ordinary person. He also had the desire for fame and fortune. He also wanted to climb up and fantasized about being on equal footing with such a omnipotent boss.
No wonder people say that men tend to become bad when they have money and power. If he had these two things, I dare not imagine how cheerful, lively, yet morally corrupt he would be.
Lu Yancheng saw the change in his eyes clearly. With a few years of experience, it was not difficult for him to understand what he was thinking. He lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead gently and tolerantly, "You're welcome."
He guessed right. His little Wood wanted equality and respect. Those words last night seemed to be a retreat to advance and a bet that he would be soft-hearted, but in essence they were saying that their identities and status were not equal, a fact that he could not force the little Wood to resist.
On such an unequal basis, if he said he liked someone and confessed his feelings, not only would Xiao Mu not believe it, he would not believe it either if he put himself in his shoes.
Who would gamble their whole life on an unequal relationship that is likely to be abandoned? Even after being abandoned, if that person wants to, they can easily destroy you.
It is difficult for a normal person to do this, let alone an orphan who grew up without the involvement of his parents and has seen the fickleness of human nature since childhood.
"Good morning, baby." Lu Yancheng stepped back and said good morning very gentlemanly, and felt that he had to change his image in Xiao Mu's heart.
"Ah...oh." Song Qiu was stunned for a while before coming back to his senses, "Good morning, Mr. Lu, Lu Yang is here to look for his wife again..."
He recounted today's story in full, and almost as soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang at the door.
Just like what was written in the book, Lu Yang kicked the door open.
It's just that the timing of kicking him away was not right. In the book, Lu Yancheng hid the protagonist and dressed him neatly, but now... Song Qiu looked at her pajamas and the man standing at the bathroom door in only a bath towel, and her heart sank.
Sure enough, Lu Yang, who broke in, looked at them in disbelief, and soon rushed over angrily, "What are you doing!"
After yelling, he grabbed Song Qiu, pressed her against the wall and asked, "Wife, why are you here? What's going on between you and my brother?"
"I... uh..." Song Qiu shrank his neck. For some reason, he felt a little guilty about being caught cheating. "Actually, this matter... is a long story, but it can't be told in a short way. The situation is probably... this is the situation."
At this time, he had figured out the meaning of nonsense literature. He hadn't figured out what to say yet, but he felt that his mouth couldn't be idle. If he didn't say something, he would be completely defeated in terms of momentum, so he started the mode of replying to the messages he had read.
"A wife is a wife, and a sister-in-law is a sister-in-law. A sister-in-law cannot become a wife, and a wife cannot become a sister-in-law. Do you understand?"
The way he spoke made Lu Yang, who was controlled by the plot, confused.
Just as he was stunned for a moment, his wife was suddenly taken away by someone. Not only was she snatched away in front of him, but she was also held tightly.
"Brother?!" Lu Yang was extremely shocked. He couldn't believe that his brother was really trying to steal his wife.
Song Qiu was also confused, and secretly poked someone's waist, "Boss Lu, isn't it inappropriate for you to be so tough now? Brothers should be friendly and respectful to each other, and brothers should live in harmony. It's too easy for you to do this..."
"Lu Yang." Lu Yancheng didn't listen to his advice at all. Instead, he protected him behind him. "Let's talk alone if there's anything. Don't scare him."
I don't know if Lu Yang's feelings will be relieved if he can't see Song Qiu, but there is one thing Lu Yancheng is sure of, that is, no matter what happens next, Song Qiu must not be present. If Lu Yang really makes a mistake and takes action, it will be easy to hurt Song Qiu.
"In private?" Lu Yang's expression slowly changed from disbelief to mockery and ridicule. "Brother, you are alone with my wife like this, what else do you want to say to me alone? You know very well that she is my wife!"
"And you!" Lu Yang pointed at Song Qiu, his face and neck red with anger, and he yelled more and more desperately, "Wife, am I not good to you? Ah? Say something!"
"We were kissing in the parking lot last night, and you slapped me, and even let the bodyguards beat me up, but I didn't bear to fight you! You have a bunch of mistresses outside, and I haven't gotten angry with you for cheating on me, but now you're cheating on me with my brother!"
Lu Yancheng's serious expression paused, and his eyes gradually changed from thinking about how to wake up his brother to worrying about his miserable brother.
"Well...if you say that, then your wife may not be me." Song Qiu poked his head out from behind Lu Yancheng and blinked in confusion. "There is no such part in the plot. Why don't you think about it carefully? Is the wife you are talking about surnamed Lin?"
"Nonsense! How could I not know my wife's name?"
Lu Yang sneered, "Do you think I'm easy to fool? You want to trick me again, right? My wife's name is Lin Jin! If not Lin, what else could it be!"
Song Qiu looked at him with an indescribable expression. Thinking of his perfect idol, he hesitated for a long time before uttering a sentence with great difficulty, "But... my name is Song Qiu."
【Author’s words】
My dears, it’s not that I don’t update, it’s that Jinjiang is so crashed that I can’t update!!!
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