the castration plan

Chapter 12

"Good evening, Mr. Lu, where is the teacher?" Shen He knocked on the door of Lu's house.

There should be an action plan tonight, Shen He came to pick up Bemuir.

"Yeah, where is my sister-in-law?" Lu Lang walked over with half a pear in his mouth, "When the door was opened just now, Beibei seemed to have disappeared, and I didn't show him a lot of clothes to try on!"

When Shen He saw the lady's wig falling from the door, his face turned cold, and he rushed out immediately.

Bemuir was lying next to the fountain in the community, under the light of a real starry sky, his shoulders trembled like anemones, his thin lips showed the bright color of rotting love fruit, and he looked like a descendant of Dracula walking out of the grave.

He kept sinking his face into the water, rubbing the conflicted skin as rough as possible, like a bird unable to get out of the thick glue, flapping its wings hopelessly, the bridge of the nose and the corners of the lips were covered with thick and thick powder that could not be dissolved And Rouge, choked on some kind of great hatred and burst into tears.

"Teacher, teacher!" Shen He threw himself in front of him, immediately dipped a tissue with oil-based lotion, and gently wiped his face in small pieces, "It's all right, it's all gone, I took it off, you see .”

On the surface of the water without any dead branches or fallen leaves, a face of Narcissus, the brilliant reflection shakes off how much gold of the night.

"Amelia and I...are exactly the same." After a long time, Bemuir raised his head and looked at him, his lips were like the wrinkled edges of roses, all the lines of his face were sharper than before, his teeth were closed With a crisp tinfoil, "My whore mother."

"No, you don't look like one at all." Shen He looked at him devoutly, packed up and threw away the jewelry and women's silk scarves scattered all over the floor, and said, "You are too tired today, let me take you home."

Baymuir tried to stand up, but at this moment his personality and self-esteem were as weak as his legs, and he seemed unable to support his body.

"Xiaolu?"

Lu He also came to find him, but before he could see what happened to Bemuir, the extremely angry Shen He grabbed his collar. The pheromones of the two Alphas at the top of the food chain were extremely suppressed, and they merged and exploded in an instant. .

Bemuir returned to normal, smiled and said: "What are you doing? Let go, it has nothing to do with Mr. Lu, I voluntarily."

On the way back to the car, Lu He said solemnly: "Langlang's Western thinking is too rude, forcing you to do such a thing, I apologize to you for her. Tomorrow, I will let her come to the door to apologize."

"Western thinking?" Bemuir asked curiously, and said with a smile, "I'm not half Westerner too? Then I have the same thinking habit as Lang Lang. If she is wrong, then I am wrong too. Who should I apologize to?" ?”

After saying this, Lu He felt even more sorry for him, and then said that the birthday gift was too expensive, and he had to pay it back to Baymuir's bank card.

"What is there to pay back?" Baymuir and the dry and curled artificial flower by the fountain looked like two different people, smiling like a virgin, as if there was nothing in the world worth his tears, and said, "The scarf is I just picked it up from the marketing department of the company, you should ask Langlang if you like what's inside the scarf."

He seemed a little tired, lying down and pillowing on Lu He's lap, his tall nose brimming with pride, showing Lu Lang's circle of friends who can only be seen in groups: the deceased fashion godfather, the former chief menswear designer of LVBR, Mr. Gao Yetti a manuscript.

Lu Lang's copywriting reads like this: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, a straight man with a big pig's trotters and autistic child with advanced cancer, the abbot of Shaolin Temple @LuheBert handed over a beautiful, gentle, considerate and virtuous fairy sister-in-law, ahhh, I'm an Alpha too, let me come!"

All of her friends in the fashion circle don't know the weight of this priceless treasure, and they all comment below that Lu He is really unworthy.

Lu He, who had nothing to say, froze for a while, and asked, "Why do you use a scarf as a cover for such a good gift?"

"Will Dad be unhappy then?" Bemuir rolled his eyes a little, he thought it was easy to understand, "Didn't Dad always object to Lang Lang's design? Can't Lang Lang be happy, Dad is unhappy. Although he never directly Did I say that I guessed wrong?"

Lu He was startled, even he was rarely aware of his father's hidden emotions.Thinking of Bemuir's company for his mother and tolerance for his younger sister, he suddenly felt very guilty. His heart softened, and his spirit relaxed to the extreme. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the soft golden hair on his lap, and sighed softly: " You have worked hard today, everything is thoughtful, parents and Lang Lang are very happy."

"What about Mr. Lu?" Baymuir looked at him with a smile.

Tonight's Bemuir is so gentle and welcoming, his words are touching and touching, every word hits his heart, making Lu He's positioning of his stubborn face, small cracks begin to appear in every corner.He doubted more and more whether it was arrogance and prejudice that caused the disgust in the past, and the balance in his heart became uncontrollably unbalanced.

Youth and beauty are so within reach. Baymuir's snow-white neck is like a piece of sweet and crisp apple flesh, his innocent eyes and soft body are like a young girl in love, and his hair is like golden strands. Rubbing, touching Lu He's fingers, the smooth cheeks immediately gave instant feedback elasticity, and it felt like a flower blooming in the palm of the hand.

Lu He withdrew his hand.

Baimuer, carefree as a wood elf and moon fairy, scratching his topaz cufflinks with his fingernails, said, "It's only six o'clock."

"Well." Lu He responded without a tone.

Baymuir's speech is often without context, and he came up with a wonderful idea: "Aren't my tattoos ugly? If Mr. Lu doesn't like it, I will wash it off."

"No." Thinking of that weird and beautiful scene, Lu He's speech gradually became strangely quickened, and he never looked down at Bemuir from the beginning to the end, and finally said, "Doesn't it hurt?"

"Did you say Wen?" Belmuir rubbed his hands like a kitten, and said dissatisfiedly, "Mr. Lu didn't even look at me when I spoke, he must be lying, he must think it's ugly."

"Not ugly." Lu He immediately denied it. Looking at it from this overlooking angle, Bemuir's delicate chin was carved out of white sandalwood, and the little redness under the nose was a light peach color, as if he had just calmed down from a shy state. The mimosa dewdrops coming over sing like Chopin's melodious and charming notes.

"It's beautiful." Lu He finally said.

When passing through the tunnel, Lu He even closed his eyes.But the touch on the thigh is real and palpable. Bemuir's fine-cut pigeon blood red diamond-like coquettish and aggressive complexion seems to be the most intense sun's rays, which can penetrate his eyelids.

Lu He felt that it was a very humid night, which made his breathing audible.

"Brother." Bemuir played with his fingers, repeating some sort of witchcraft-like raving, "It's only six o'clock."

Lu He seldom comes to the shopping mall to eat, but this time he offered it.

He was used to making decisions, and went into a traditional Chinese restaurant without asking.The waiter thought they were a couple, but Lu He said, "Eat more to grow your body, children should not be picky eaters."

Baymuir left a light stamp on his brand-new leather shoes: "You are a child, and children eat this."

Lu He thought that his decision was extremely correct, and frowned: "Don't make trouble."

"You're making trouble, you're making trouble." Bemuir puffed his mouth and said, "Then it's up to you, anyway, children just want to stand up and serve people, and they are not worthy of a good meal."

Baymuir had been busy making his parents happy, and didn't move a few chopsticks during the dinner, so Lu He brought him to eat the second meal.He said helplessly, "Then what do you want to eat?"

Bemuir held back a smile and said that there is something to eat. Aren't the 1-3 basement floors all full of snack plazas?

Lu He's sense of taste was greatly enriched this night.

Bemuir said that hot pot is a group of people’s maocai, and maocai is a person’s hot pot. He said that when picking up the self-service ice cream, people who don’t add toppings first are stupid dogs. He said that the wooden fish on the octopus balls The skin is not alive, and the black balls in the milk tea have popping pearls in addition to pearls.

When Bemuir said that you were smoking silk tofu, Lu He obviously choked, and his slight discomfort made him frown involuntarily.

"Why this reaction, you haven't had it before? Is it strange to put tofu in milk tea?" Bemuir laughed out loud as he watched him, and then leaned forward to use the same straw without hindrance, shaking his arm slightly, "It's delicious, drink it quickly, brother, drink it quickly."

Lu He originally rejected these weird junk food.

But the result was that Baymuir didn't leave. His two long legs were slightly crossed over the edge of the chair. His bright white and crystal skin was slightly reddish, and the beautiful curve extending from his neck to his delicate side face was full of grievances. He swears to be angry.

Bemuir's facial bones are very European, his eyes are very round, but the corners of his eyes are particularly sharp. When he stares at people, he is sweet and clear but has a deterrent force.

The rate of turning heads with Bemuir on the street is quite astonishing, and there are many street cameras clicking. He himself enjoys the pursuit of everyone with peace of mind, but Lu He is not used to being surrounded by jealous eyes, so he can only follow everything. He just wants a quick fight.

This is very strange, despite such a bluffing and consummate Baymuir, Lawyer Lu, who has always been calm and punctual, didn't actually think it was a kind of patience.

After eating and drinking, they went to the video game city on the top floor.

The records in the racing machine are all in Bemuir's name.

He also has a complete set of methodology for pinching dolls, which is very fast, precise and ruthless.

With a sound of "dang", the oversized big yellow chicken that Bemuir wanted most fell to the ground, and he hugged Lu He's neck excitedly, jumping around.

The momentary stagnation broke the peace and balance of Lu He's entire face.

Lu He was amazed, he didn't understand why a little happiness could ignite the flame of Bemuir, as if his sea breeze would not be extinguished, and the light on his island would always be abundant, compared with him, the depths of mortal eyes often sink Bottomless dimness and fatigue, everything seems to be a joke that cannot see through the reality of the world.

Lu He was forced to engage in an arcade showdown.

When he was knocked out, Bemuir was extremely frustrated, arched between his arms, and sat on his lap naturally, his bright green eyes were like glass shining under the clear sky in early spring, and his red lips touched Lu He's. On the neck, the kiss seemed coquettish: "Brother is too powerful! Why is he so powerful? Let me, just one."

Such sweet big eyes and long eyelashes carry a rebellious and fresh beauty, and a youthful face that is full of vigor and fragrance is too easy to impress a mature man. There is a light blue blood vessel under the ivory white back of the neck, which even makes people want to get out of it. Hug him from behind.

Lu He smiled lightly: "Okay."

Therefore, when zooming in on the move, Lu He's hand directly left the joystick.

Belmuir, who got his wish, didn't want to play anymore, and folded his arms: "It's so obvious that you let the water on purpose, bullying me, how can you make up for it?"

When Lu He was dragged to the cinema, he hadn't caught up with his thinking.

Baymuir took one of the largest brown paper bags and was counting by the candy vending machine.

Looking at the colorful industrial saccharin, Lu He only felt that his blood pressure was high due to toothache, and he was insensitive to his selection invitation.

Baymuir said: "Then you're scared right away, don't ask me for candy."

This is indeed a false proposition.

Lu He, who was watching a horror movie, was calm and composed, without changing his face, and even a little sleepy.

Bemuir, who was very obedient a second ago, didn't know what he was competing with, so he sat far away from him.

When the movie cast a large amount of white light, Lu He saw Bemuir's little face turned blue with fright, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Little Lu?" Lu He turned to look at the ghost on the screen, and then at Baymuir, "Are you scared?"

Amidst the loud screams from the audience, Bemuir threw himself into his broad-chested and straight-backed embrace, his heart heaving violently, and it took him a long time to utter the first word, and he whispered, "So? Just laugh at me, whatever you want That's it."

"Why would I laugh at you?" Lu He comforted flatly, "This is fake, don't be afraid."

The sweet corn fudge was handed to his lips, and Bemuir was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly: "If you eat it, you will believe it."

This absolutely forbidden dessert made Lu He frowned, but the person in his arms seemed very scared.An angel of God's love to the world is cringing.

When he was hesitating, the touch on his lips changed, it was a piece of hard candy cane exuding a sweet mint smell.

But the other end of the candy stick was held by Baymuir's lips.

The fragrance of Baymuir's lips is like the phosphorous powder left on the window lattice by the butterflies that fly out simultaneously when the window is opened in summer.

Baymuir gently touched the tip of his tongue, and the distance slowly approached. The sound of skin rubbing against clothes sounded very cool, and when he finally fell into the opponent's arms softly and feebly, the sweetness and sweetness provided by his tongue were as sweet as candy. count into the stomach.

When the movie ended, Lu He's indifferent high nose didn't move at all, but the brain produced by the meticulous legal system was still roaring, and the rhythm of the heart returned to honesty again, bang bang.

Baymuir raised his head and smiled, his lips parted like a pink pastry: "What's the matter, do you want to wait for the easter eggs?"

"Xiao Lu." Accompanied by the rapid heartbeat, a wonderful sense of crisis was also closely attached to the scalp, and Lu He seemed to have something to say.

But soon, he discovered that all beauty is hell, and this love fraudster who plays with people's hearts is just trying to be gentle in front of him on purpose.

The favorability is cleared in an instant.

Because when Lu He came out of the bathroom, he heard Bemuir happily calling out to the crowd in front of him: "Brother Wei!"

His name is Jiang Weihe, a top actor.

Baymuir threw himself on top of him in a koala couple hug.

"Beibei? Come down, what a coincidence... Come down, come down quickly... Don't make trouble, there must be a paparazzi with me... My baby, come down, my waist will be pinched off by you." Jiang Weihe almost didn't catch it, and quickly pulled up his mask and sunglasses , it's hard to tell whether it's shock or surprise, and the assistants are all petrified.

But I don't know what kind of Gu was cast by Beimuir, Jiang Weihe's resisting hand gradually stopped moving, and he pushed his chin up with his thumb, staring at the blonde beauty on his body, she is really a beauty, he smiled: "Why are you so so today pretty."

Lu He raised his head and saw Jiang Weihe lift up his slender and tight thighs, frivolously touched his round buttocks, and couldn't care about anything in the public, he hugged him to the parking lot.