Chapter 78 The Body is the Capital of Revolution
Fu Mingshuang had no clothes, so she could only put on the dress she wore last night and high heels, which made her look a little more formal.
Lu Shiyu wore a simple white T-shirt, a casual jacket on the outside, and white sneakers, looking quite simple.
At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, I met a couple A who were going to get their marriage certificate. Someone whispered to them:
"Hey, just looking at the way they're dressed, it's clear that the woman forced the marriage, and the man seems reluctant."
After hearing this, Fu Mingshuang almost chased after the person and started cursing.
"Lu Shiyu, show your teeth and smile for me, don't look like a dead fish with no hope in life."
"Okay, stop making trouble." Lu Shiyu held her slender hand in his palm and led her, who was already angry, to the service hall.
When I arrived at the door of the service hall, I was stopped by the security guard.
"Have you made an appointment?" asked the security guard.
Lu Shiyu and the other person looked at each other.
The security guard was not surprised: "Is this your first time? You have no experience, right? Don't you know you need to make an appointment online?"
The two were sent away by the security guard's three soul-searching questions. They exchanged sour looks, and Fu Mingshuang grumbled and shook off Lu Shiyu's hand.
Since we can’t even get the certificate, there’s no need to pretend to be in love.
After leaving the house, I met a couple B who were about to get their marriage certificate, and they were whispered to each other again:
"Don't look at them, honey. It's bad luck. I can tell from their faces that they're here to get a divorce."
Fu Mingshuang almost chased after the person and started cursing, but was taken away by Lu Shiyu again.
Lu Shiyu took out his cell phone and looked at it, frowning.
Is there an auspicious date recently? They're all booked.
"When is the earliest?" Fu Mingshuang was standing at the intersection in broad daylight, wearing a formal dress, one hand on her waist and fanning herself impatiently with the other.
"next month."
"What!?" Fu Mingshuang leaned over to take a look, and it was indeed true.
"Then let's set up the wine first." Fu Mingshuang couldn't wait to complete Fu Zhenchuan's task so that he could deal with her affairs in the mental hospital.
"I just had my engagement party a while ago." The Lu family was a prominent family, and their biggest concern was maintaining their reputation. Even if Ling Xiuzhu agreed to something so unconventional, Lu Shaoting might not.
"After the engagement party, isn't it the wedding banquet?" Fu Mingshuang put her hands on her hips and looked at him, "It's just that the bride is different."
Lu Shiyu: “…”
"If you want to marry me, can you show some sincerity? I, I'm Fu Mingshuang! I might only get married once in my life, so even if it's fake, do it well!"
"After we divorce, you can remarry as many times as you want." Lu Shiyu looked at her coldly.
"What the hell? I don't want those crazy lifelong relationships. I want to be obsessed with 18-year-old hotties until I'm old!"
Fu Mingshuang glanced at Lu Shiyu and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, you're already over the age limit, you know that? You're no longer suitable for the lower-tier market."
"...Even Tomato Novels has been very popular recently with 'Sister Dog Book'. I'm thinking of turning the story of my sister and brother into a novel someday. I've even thought of a title. It could be 'Sister Helps Me, Younger Brother Crazy and Flirting'. If it doesn't pass muster, I'll change it to 'Moonlight Kissed the Wildly Growing Vines'. Anyway, the longer the title, the more traffic it gets..."
"...Books with titles of only two characters are usually not read."
Fu Mingshuang walked away in her high heels while muttering to herself.
Lu Shiyu could hardly hear what she said next, except for the sentence "I may only get married once in my life."
"Hey, Fu Mingshuang." He shouted at her.
Fu Mingshuang was in a bad mood, so she pretended not to hear anything and quickened her pace to leave, her high heels clacking. Then...
I sprained my ankle.
Fall to the ground.
Twenty years of strict family education made Lu Shiyu suppress the urge to roll his eyes, and he walked over to help her up.
I asked her to sit on the flower bed by the roadside, knelt on one knee, and checked on her condition.
"It's okay, it's not serious. Not as serious as the time you painted your ankle with lipstick at the library entrance." Lu Shiyu said lightly.
Fu Mingshuang knew that there was something else behind the other person's words, so she could only make a "tsk" sound to save face.
Lu Shiyu rubbed her ankle, the bell jingling softly. "Fu Mingshuang, you're not short, why do you have to wear high heels?"
"It looks good. I like it."
"Do you like that short skirt, low-cut look, heavy makeup, the pungent perfume, and the dirty talk?"
In fact, Lu Shiyu had also seen Fu Mingshuang wearing canvas shoes, a long floral dress, and a plain face, but not often, just a few times. She looked simple and there was no sense of story behind her.
But as soon as she gets stimulated, heavy makeup, perfume, low-cut short skirt and four-piece suit become her standard outfit.
"It doesn't matter whether I like these or not..." Fu Mingshuang raised the corner of her mouth and lowered her head to look at Lu Shiyu who was kneeling in front of her. The wind messed up her long hair, which she casually tucked behind her ears.
"The important thing is, my dad said that the body is the capital of revolution... Only by being sexy can I seduce you."
Fu Mingshuang hooked Lu Shiyu's chin frivolously again. This time, Lu Shiyu took her hand away and held it.
"Haven't you seduced me?" He tilted his head and looked at Fu Mingshuang.
Fu Mingshuang was stunned to see her hair being blown wildly by the wind and falling on Lu Shiyu's fair face.
One black thread after another, like a knife after a knife, cuts a perfect skin into pieces.
"I have already agreed to marry you." Lu Shiyu continued.
Oh~ So they were referring to this emotionless collaboration.
Fu Mingshuang pulled back the hand that was held by Lu Shiyu, tidied her hair, tucked the loose hair behind her ears, and took away the hair that fell on Lu Shiyu's face, restoring his face to a complete and clean state.
"Don't I have to wait a month before I can make an appointment? The longer the night, the more trouble I will have. How dare I slack off?" Fu Mingshuang crossed her legs, supported her chin with one hand on her knees, and looked at him with her head tilted.
"Then do you want to come to my house tonight?" Lu Shiyu said the same thing again.
"What? Do you still need to apply medicine?" Fu Mingshuang teased him.
"I'll give you a chance to seduce me." Lu Shiyu said bluntly, his eyes tightly locked, not avoiding at all.
Instead, Fu Mingshuang straightened his back guiltily, and then, as if he had thought of something, a sly glint flashed in his eyes:
"Lu Shiyu, did you discover you had a sex addiction after starting to eat? From what I know, many high-achieving students under great pressure have this problem. It's also a mental illness."
"If so, how should it be treated?"
Fu Mingshuang was surprised that he did not deny it, but looked at her seriously.
"Do you want to do it like before?" Lu Shiyu grabbed Fu Mingshuang's neck, pressed her head down, tilted his face up, and kissed her lips.
Like in Hong Kong Island, kissing and receiving treatment all the time.
He twisted and turned with her, and while she was still dazed, he asked for more.
Fu Mingshuang reacted and instinctively pushed him away.
"Isn't that so?" Lu Shiyu left her lips and looked at Fu Mingshuang calmly and innocently.
Fu Mingshuang was a little annoyed and said unhappily, "Just cut it off. Cut it off and it will be over."
Fu Mingshuang finished speaking perfunctorily and wanted to try to stand up, but Lu Shiyu got there first and pushed him back.
"Wait, we still have something to deal with..." This time, it was Lu Shiyu's turn to stand up and look down at Fu Mingshuang. He pinched her small chin, forcing her to look up at him.
Fu Mingshuang, with a confused look on her face, looked very well-behaved, and her lips that had just been kissed were a little red.
Lu Shiyu couldn't help but stroke her chin with his fingertips.
"Miss, when are you going to release me from the blacklist?"
On the surface, he calls her "Miss" to coax her, but his body language carries the oppressive feeling of a superior.
Very divided.
Like a mask, torn in half by oneself.
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