Hey, I finally found some romantic feeling of falling in love, but when she called me "Secretary", all my feelings disappeared.
Is he a **** in her mind? Why does she think that way whenever he gets close to her?
Isn't it okay for him to be kind to her and gentle to her?
If Qin Ningrui hugged her from behind like this, she would definitely feel very romantic, and then she would definitely turn around and kiss him on the mouth with a smile.
Imagining such a scene, Lu Yifan suddenly lowered his face and cleared his mind, wondering why he keeps comparing himself to that damn kid lately.
Is it worth it?
He tightened his hands and said, "Can you please stop calling me Secretary from now on?"
Why can't this title be corrected?
If you don’t call him Secretary, then what do you call him? Mu Mu rolled his eyes and thought for a moment, “Chief Lu.”
Lu Yifan shook his head, "No."
Mu Mu called again, "Colonel Lu."
Yifan Lu shook his head, "No."
Mu Mu frowned and then called "Second Young Master."
Lu Yifan still shook his head, "No."
Mu Mu was speechless and simply shouted, "You idiot!"
Yifan Lu lowered his face and ordered: "Call Brother Yifan."
Is it okay to call me brother when you are already thirty, and calling me uncle is too old?
"You little girl, you dare to vomit on me, let's see if I don't kill you."
Lu Yifan grabbed Mu Mu's waist and lifted her onto his shoulders.
Mu Mu kicked his legs anxiously, his body hurt so much, "Put me down, it hurts so much, my body hurts so much."
Lu Yifan ignored her, walked straight into the room, closed the door, "I'll finish teaching you a lesson first."
The tone is firm.
Mu Mu was carried on his shoulders like this, her face was downwards, and the swollen area was in severe pain. She gritted her teeth and frowned, and sweat broke out on her forehead.
"It really hurts. The doctor told me not to do strenuous exercise."
Damn it, can you continue to look at my face now that it’s like this?
Don't you think your taste is too strong when you make it with a purple bun?
Lu Yifan threw Mu Mu on the bed and pointed at her with a glare, "Mu Mu, do you know what type of woman you are?"
Mu Mu was hurt by the fall. He covered his face with one hand and supported his waist with the other. He raised his head and looked at him curiously, "What type?"
To this day I still don’t know what type I am, but you can tell me what type I am.
His black eyes were sparkling, stubborn yet innocent.
Lu Yifan untied the LV belt around his waist and pulled it off with all his strength. He held the head of the belt in his hand and faced Mu Mu, and replied: "I don't want to wear it."
His eyes were frighteningly cold.
Do you dare to be more vulgar? You have to be so vulgar to prove that you are a soldier, right?
Although Lao Mu likes the scolding of "I, Lao Tzu," who calls himself "a dog's dog, a dog's dog," but it's not as vulgar as you, okay?
Mu Mu shrank his head and moved his body back, very timid.
He showed his true nature again and even used a belt.
Damn it, if this scene is filmed and posted on the Internet, then there is a news headline like this, "The Second Young Master of the Lu family likes to torture his little friends."
Absolutely nothing.
Yifan Lu had a cold face, raised the hand holding the belt high, and pointed the other hand at her, "How dare you try to hide for a while."
Damn, you opened a dyeing shop just to give you some color. Mu Mu took the risk, sat up straight, pointed at the swollen half of his face, and stretched out to Lu Yifan, "You have the ability to do it to me?"
