Heart-Seizing Contract: Mr. Lu's pet

After the new year, it is early spring.

This year's spring seemed to come a little earlier than usual, and the servants began to trim the grass and trees early in the morning, waiting for this year's sprouts to grow more lushly.

Fang Yiru asked early in the morning: "Have the eldest young master and eldest young mistress come back yet?"

This year has passed, Fu Duoli had already lived in the factory for two months while he was talking.

During this period, she made countless phone calls, and even the Fu family was dispatched, but in the end she was not persuaded.

Fu Duoli didn't come back, and her son couldn't come back, so she had to wait at home.

"Ma'am, you forgot, the young master said he will come back next Monday."

The butler hurried forward to explain, Fang Yiru immediately rolled his eyes.

Still have to wait another week.

When I looked up, I saw my little San'er going out, so I quickly grabbed him and said, "Didn't Yuzu come back? Why haven't you made any movement these two days?"

I told her every day that I was working hard to pursue him, except that there were more and more flowers in the house, and the dead branches could burn a fire, so I didn't see him on a serious date.

Last week, Lu Wanyou finished her work at the factory and returned to Jiangcheng.

Jiang Muhang was very disciplined every day, but it was too disciplined, which made Fang Yiru suspicious.

"What's the matter? Mom, sister Lu just came back from the outside, she's so tired, and the sun in the mountains is so poisonous, she got tanned a lot when she came back, I used to feel inferior, so of course I have to give her time to rest .”

Jiang Muhang was taken aback for a moment, but soon realized that he said it in such a serious manner that Fang Yiru couldn't believe it.

He hesitated: "That's right, did you ask her out?"

"An appointment, sister Lu is not free."

Jiang Muhang waved his hands, struggling to go out, but Fang Yiru held onto him tightly by the collar and didn't let go.

She whispered: "Then have you sent her flowers yet?"

After saying this, Jiang Muhang immediately became serious, and said seriously: "Of course, there are three bouquets of flowers every day, of all kinds, and they never fall. I am very sincere."

Three times a day, I can open a flower shop.

Fang Yiru saw that what he said was so sincere, and felt that this kid was still caring.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Your elder sister Lu doesn't like flowers, so you don't know how to send something else."

She got tired of such a bad way of sending flowers when she was young.

Will today's young people still like it?

"Give it away, I'll bring you breakfast, and Sister Lu doesn't like it either."

Jiang Muhang was serious, and before Fang Yiru could speak, he hurriedly said, "Mom, I'm going to be late for school, so I'll leave first, and we'll talk again when I come back in the evening."

As he spoke, he leaned over and hugged Fang Yiru's head with both hands, and smacked on both sides of her cheeks.

Then he said, "Hey, wait for me to come back."

The young man's gentle tone was full of pampering, and before Fang Yiru could respond, Jiang Muhang had already let go of her and ran into the car.

Looking at the back of the car leaving, he muttered: "Be courteous for nothing... I really learned this from someone."

The point is, she was quite happy to be coaxed.

It was only afterwards that I realized what I was going to tell him, you brat.

If it's Wan Wan, like her, can't he catch up?

Outside the gate of Jiang University, a luxury car stopped at a specific location.

The driver said: "Third young master, is it still as usual?"

Jiang Muhang glanced at the open flower shop opposite, nodded and said, "999 roses, send them to Sister Lu's office."

"But Miss Lu told you yesterday that if you send it again, I will beat you to death."

The driver looked embarrassed, as if Lu Wanyou's ferocious voice was still transmitted through the phone's microphone yesterday.

That feeling is like a light on my back.

But there was a hard-headed man sitting behind, Jiang Muhang said persistently: "Continue to deliver."

"But……"

"I'm the one Sister Lu wants to kill, not you. What are you?"

Jiang Muhang glared at him, and the driver immediately had no objection.

Get out of the car quickly, and quickly ordered flowers as usual.

He came back and said, "Third young master, it's already done. The proprietress said that it will be delivered in an hour."

"There are so many flower shops in the Lu family, why do we have to stay here?"

Not only do the flowers in this store not have any expensive varieties, but the packaging is also a bit poor, so that's what it means.

The most important thing is that this place is not close to Lu's branch.

I really don't understand why you have to order in this small shop.

"Well, you can go back. I will live in the dormitory at night, so you don't need to pick me up."

Jiang Muhang got out of the car directly, and the driver hurriedly said, "Madam told you to go home on time every day."

Since Lu Wanyou went to the factory in the mountains a few years ago, Jiang Muhang hasn't lived in the dormitory for a few days.

Recently Fang Yiru asked him to go back to live every day.

Obviously, no one listened to what the driver said.

The people not far away waved their hands and left without looking back, leaving behind the driver who was in a mess in the wind, sighing alone, with nothing to love.

If he relayed this to his wife, he would definitely be scolded and shameless again.

I just entered the school two years later, and continued to carry out busy and orderly courses.

As soon as Jiang Muhang entered the classroom, someone waved to him.

"Third Young Master, this way."

The little friend had already taken the most favorable position for him.

This place to sleep is a 360-degree dead angle.

Jiang Muhang was carrying his backpack, swaying casually and walking over, the others quickly got up and made way for him.

As soon as Jiang Muhang sat down, several people came forward and said, "Sir, something big happened."

Seeing the person approaching suddenly, Jiang Muhang stretched out his hand in disgust and pushed him away.

Impatiently lying on the table, he said lazily, "Is it the old Liu's wig hanging on the tree, or the mannequin in the laboratory left by itself."

"neither."

Zhang Boling chuckled and said, "We found out the little dumb's crush."

Several people smiled maliciously at Jiang Muhang.

The boy turned his head slightly, his ears buried under his wrists were slightly red.

With a light bark, he sneered and said, "What's all the fuss about?"

"Third Young Master, you wouldn't have known about it long ago."

"As expected of the third young master, Jiang Da's troubles cannot escape your eyes."

"Third Young Master, how did you know that the little mute likes Tang Gan next door?"

"Yeah, why didn't we find out so late."

The two of you are talking to each other here, completely not seeing the cold face of the young man beside you.

"Tang Gan? That nerd?"

"That's right, it's the top student in the Department of Archeology. I don't know what their family's hobby is. They like to pick up people's graves."

"Scholar's mind has always been rather stupid. San Shao, should we go and see after class? We found that on the second Friday of every month, Tang Gan would go to the flower shop in the dumb bar, and he would stay there for two days."

The little mute's rest time every month seems to happen to be these two days.

Lonely man and widow, dry firewood, don't know what will happen?