"Ugly?" she asked in a low voice.
"It's not ugly." I stroked the cold snake scales with my fingertips. "It's a medal, a medal of life. Very tasteful."
"You are such a sweet talker." She chuckled.
"Why a snake?" I asked.
A deep laugh escaped from her throat, with a hint of indescribable pride: "I respect it, and I fear it. It has no feet or claws, but it can move around with its soft body, and kill those who covet it with one blow."
"But it's poisonous," I pointed out.
"We all know it's poisonous," her voice suddenly turned cold, with a hint of mockery, "but you still want to provoke it. Can you blame it?"
I didn't agree with her fallacy: "Then what about this red bat?"
She lazily responded: "Well... the tattoo artist said it was to bring good luck."
An absurd scene suddenly flashed through my mind: a long snake slid out silently from the dark bushes and accurately caught a fluttering bat in its mouth.
This association was so funny that I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
She tapped the back of my head with her fingertips, not too hard or too lightly: "What bad things are you planning now?"
"I think," I said, trying not to laugh, "if I dyed the 'grass' beneath you green, it would really become a painting - the title of the painting would be 'Drawing the Snake Out of the Hole', which couldn't be more appropriate."
Before I finished speaking, she grabbed my hair from behind my head and pulled it back fiercely: "Have you seen enough? If you keep thinking about it, I'm afraid I'll even make up a story about 'small bridges, flowing water and people' for you!"
I felt a little pain and lay down next to her with a grin on my face. Only then did she slowly loosen her clenched hands.
She gently leaned her head close to me, her affectionate eyes looking at my profile as clear as spring water, and said softly: "You have studied me carefully, now it's my turn to study you carefully."
As soon as she finished speaking, she stretched out her hand, and slowly stroked the tip of my nose with her slender index finger, and said playfully: "I heard that you can tell whether a man can be an official or not, and whether he has enough money, by looking at his nose."
I couldn't help but sneer at this and said in a serious tone, "From a practical point of view, face reading is just a trivial skill; from a logical point of view, it is a metaphysical and mysterious talk. In the end, it's just empirical evidence."
After hearing this, she smiled sweetly, her eyes full of admiration: "How do you know so much? You are almost catching up with Master Wang Mu."
My heart moved, and I quickly seized this opportunity to ask, "Have you met Wang Mu?"
She nodded slightly and said, "I've seen it at Yue Mingyuan's place."
My heart tightened, and I couldn't help asking again: "You and Yue Mingyuan have such a close relationship, does he have no secrets from you?"
Her eyes, which were originally tender and affectionate, suddenly became sharp, as if something had touched her bottom line. She said coldly, "Don't talk nonsense, okay! He and I are close, but it's definitely not the kind of relationship you think."
I had actually predicted her sudden change, so I deliberately provoked her, "I don't believe that even though you are a married woman with children, you have the right temperament and looks, and you are plump where you should be plump, and tight where you should be tight. Will Yue Mingyuan really not be attracted to you?"
When people are angry, their rationality is most likely to collapse and their defenses are most vulnerable. At this moment, Lu Yuting was obviously completely irritated by me. She almost blurted out, with a sharp voice of being offended: "Yue Mingyuan is not allowed to..."
Before she finished speaking, her words solidified in the air like spilled water. She suddenly stopped talking, a clear panic flashed in her eyes - she realized that in her eagerness to clear her suspicion, she had violated Yue Mingyuan's privacy without thinking. A strong sense of regret surged up in an instant, and she subconsciously bit her lower lip.
This unfinished sentence undoubtedly confirmed that what Peng Xiaohui said was true. But it was like a huge rock thrown into stagnant water, which completely awakened Lu Yuting. Want to find out the truth about the biological father of Yue Mingyuan's son? This road is blocked, there is no possibility anymore.
I instantly understood why Sun Wukong wanted the White Bone Demon, because a "stick" cannot control the "demon"!
Looks like I need to be prepared for the second and third.
A few hours ago, I was naked with her and slept in each other's arms.
At this moment, she and I were sitting in the car neatly dressed, as if the storm had never happened.
She sat in the passenger seat, and I sat behind the driver, Xiang Qianjin.
It was I who asked her to accompany me to the city to meet the mayor, Hu Haiyang, and lobby for the change from a county to a city.
After all, she, Lu Yuting, and Hu Haiyang had known each other for a long time and they had some personal friendship with each other.
When you get things done with acquaintances, you can get twice the result with half the effort.
She glanced at me in the rearview mirror, and I looked back at her in the rearview mirror. We rarely exchanged words, but our eyes met frequently.
Before leaving, I sent a WeChat message to Hu Haiyang, saying that I was going to meet him, the mayor.
But the news was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any response.
As we were about to reach the city, I was hesitating about how to meet him smoothly, and his reply finally came: "Hongjun, what a coincidence, I am leading an inspection team to Jiangsu. How about this, when you arrive in the city, contact my brother and ask him to receive you. I will take a flight tomorrow, see you when I return."
I came here with high hopes, but I didn't expect to get nothing. Since he arranged it this way, I had no choice but to do it.
I told Xiao Xiang: "Go ahead, don't go to the city government, go to the Cultural Bureau instead."
The sudden change in the itinerary left Lu Yuting a little confused. She cast a questioning look at me through the rearview mirror, her lips moved slightly, and she asked silently, "What's going on?"
I immediately told her on WeChat: "Mayor Hu is out of town for an inspection and will be back tomorrow. He asked us to stay and wait for him."
She looked down at the screen of her mobile phone, her fingertips sliding quickly: "Why are you going to the Cultural Bureau now?"
I replied: "I can't see the deity, go see his brother."
She: "I'm not familiar with his brother, so I won't go."
Me: "Then you wait for me in the car?"
She: "That's a nice thought! I'll take this opportunity to go see Feng Zi. She has been in the city for so long, and I haven't visited her yet."
Me: “Okay, I’ll contact you when I’m done here.”
She: "OK, I'll take your car. Tell Xiao Xiang."
Me: “OK.”
Putting down the phone, I cleared my throat and said to Xiao Xiang, "Qian Jin, after you send me to the Cultural Bureau, you will be responsible for sending Director Lu wherever she wants to go."
Xiang Qianjin simply responded: "Okay, old man."
I didn't contact Hu Haitao in advance, thinking that my luck wouldn't be so bad that both brothers would end up empty-handed.
Fortunately, I sat in Hu Haitao's office as I wished.
Hu Haitao's enthusiasm was like that of a long-lost relative. He hugged and held hands with me, which really touched me.
He got straight to the point and asked, "Hongjun, we brothers shouldn't beat around the bush when talking. You didn't come here just to see me, did you?"
I told him the truth: "To be honest, I originally came to see Mayor Hu, but he was out on a business trip." I stared at his face and saw that he looked normal, then I continued, "Of course, I came here this time because someone asked me to come and visit you."
He immediately understood the hidden meaning. His Adam's apple rolled, he swallowed his saliva, and his expression became obviously unnatural.
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