the castration plan

Lu He said: "Where did you go without making a sound early in the morning?"

Baymuir escaped from prison, and all the doctors and nurses stared at him with big eyes, and Lu He had to pay the transportation and hard money.

"I went out to have breakfast, and I didn't go anywhere." Bemuir also felt that this lie was too clumsy. He touched Lu He's hanging palm with the tip of his nose, begging him to rub and caress him. His watery eyes were green and refreshing, and he admired him His gaze rested on Lu He's chin, "What kind of bad intentions does the puppy hook have?"

"Mr. Lu, please give me your hand and don't get angry, okay?" Bemuir said, his eyes were full of summer's vivid and pleasing eyes, and he seemed to be begging for love.

It's hard to say whether Lu He is showing kindness and generosity, or is he used to being let down by Bemuir. He just said: "Lu Lang is back, it's her birthday today, come home with me once."

It's no wonder that Lu He can become a top celebrity lawyer, and the Lu family is all dragons and phoenixes.

Father Lu is a big partner in international law firms in New York, London and other places. The team under him only handles high-end litigation and high-end transactions, and handles tens of trillions of capital transactions, and even trillions of gambling.

Mother Lu is a world-renowned soprano. At the age of 20, she had performed at the Deutsche Opera Theater in Berlin, the LaScala Theater in Milan, and the Lincoln Center in New York, USA. At the age of 35, she became a resident judge of the Verdi International Vocal Music Competition.

But they are very easy-going, the family atmosphere is straightforward, elegant, free and democratic, the house is also decorated in a low-key new Chinese style, the furnishings are all old and new, and the servant has only one nanny.

Father Lu nodded to them with a smile, and said simply, "Here we are."

"Lu He, how are you doing?" Father Lu patted his son on the shoulder, motioned him to drink the hot tea on the table, and said casually, "I see your mother likes that child very much. Are you still the same?"

Lu He passed the half-closed door and saw his mother sitting on the piano bench, and Bemuir standing upright, singing like a lark at the top of a pyramid.

His larynx trembled quickly and sent out a series of gorgeous and high-pitched ornaments, which was Donizetti's most famous opera "Lucia di Lammermoor".The clear and clear voice brightens up the whole world, and the sad but unsad final chapter is like a butterfly sighing softly in a beautiful garden.

Mother Lu wiped her tears with a handkerchief. She lost her singing voice because of a car accident and had a history of mild to moderate depression for ten years. So she could not help but have mixed feelings when she heard that Bemuir had such a good voice.

Lu's father didn't go in to disturb him, and said in a low voice, "This child always comes to accompany your mother, talking and singing, which is somewhat of a comfort. Don't be too mean to him, whether you like it or not is another matter."

"I don't know." Even though he saw it with his own eyes, Lu He still felt unbelievable, and the shock overshadowed all other emotions, "I thought he didn't like old people, after all last time..."

When he met his parents for the first time, Bemuir ordered takeaway from the hotel, saying that he made it himself, but was ruthlessly exposed by Lu He.Lu He thinks it doesn't matter whether he can cook or not, lying is a matter of character.

Father Lu didn't comment any more on the affairs of the next generation, and began to care about his son's current work situation.

Their family only eats two meals a day, and dinner is set at five o'clock, and they have to wait for a while.

But the happy atmosphere of the whole family was broken by the arrival of the younger sister Lu Lang.

Lu Lang grew up wildly abroad since he was a child. He changed his major five times in two years in art school. Now he is studying clothing and claims to be a cutting-edge designer.

She was a very neutral Alpha, with green hair and blue eye shadow, which made Lu He's eyelids twitch instantly, and his heart seemed to be hit hard by the big clock of the temple.

In this comparison, he felt that Baymuir was a lady of every family.

"Beibei!" Lu Lang was pleasantly surprised that Yu Beimuir was also there, "You haven't divorced my brother yet?"

Lu's father gave her a silent scolding look, but Lu Lang didn't realize it, and continued: "That's great, I said a long time ago that an ascetic old monk like my brother can't be with that old nun who looks like a mountain sculpture." Get married, if you get married, you can’t directly shave or become a monk when you give birth to a child? People give birth to children, and my little nephew directly registers the Dharma number, haha!”

Lu He couldn't listen anymore: "Lang Lang."

"Brother, you are so boring! I always like to meddle in other people's business." Lu Lang made a grimace at Lu He, "Then I will take care of you too, I don't care, I want a male sister-in-law, I want a male sister-in-law!"

Baymuir sat down and drank tea in a well-behaved manner, smiling obediently, and speaking only occasionally.His sweet-mouthed ability has been cultivated to a certain level, and a casual sentence has greatly benefited the four of them.

The birthday gift from Bemuir was a scarf, which made Lu Lang happily run around the room like a monkey in the jungle with vines.

After the meal, Lu Lang pulled Bemuir to the vanity mirror.The large powder puff smeared his face, causing Bemuir to cough so hard that he might have been exposed to some serious allergen.But even though the sound was terrible like coughing up blood, he still smiled.

Lu He came in: "Lang Lang, what are you doing?"

"Dress up my sister-in-law!" Lu Lang said, "Fashion Week is next week. Is there anyone who is more suitable to wear my great design than Beibei? Don't you think that models are not as good as he is because they practiced with books on their shoulders?" huh? Jesus, there's nowhere else to put my goddamn artistic talent."

Lu Lang dyed his hair, and boldly chose a particularly bright golden color. Except for Bemuir, few people could resist that kind of rich color, and then she used hairspray to make the hairstyle messy and disorderly.

Lu He has no way of getting his hands on his younger sister's hobbies, but he really can't appreciate this kind of aesthetics.The designer's final dignity hung on the brightly colored fabrics and rag-like trousers can only be supported by Baimuer's blond beauty.

"Understood!" Lu Lang seemed to feel that something was wrong, he touched the back of his head mockingly, and then suddenly gave a can of lipstick box to Lu He: "Brother, pick for your Omega!"

"Almost enough." Lu He didn't know where his subconscious came from. He felt that Bemuir didn't like girls' makeup, and he didn't want to be dressed up by others. Although he was smiling obediently, his soul was very unhappy, so he said, "Xiaolu is our guest, Langlang, how about your manners?"

Lu Lang was intimidated by his brother's powerful aura of not getting close to strangers, so he pursed his mouth and did not speak.

"Isn't it Lang Lang's birthday today? Everyone who celebrates the birthday is a king. It's your King's Day." Bemuir smiled, his blond hair was too eye-catching under the light, as if there were tiny luminous bodies surrounding him in slow motion Fei Wu, "The king's guest, don't you need to obey His Majesty's orders?"

"It's okay, big brother. If Lang Lang is happy, I will be happy." Bemuir shook the sea-blue glass bottle in front of Lu He, and said, "Choose with your eyes closed, I also recognize Barbie fans."

Lu Lang said: "Big lawyer! Look at the family's situation!"

While changing in the bathroom, Baymuir got stuck.Because Lu Lang asked him to try women's clothing, he still showed his back.

"Langlang?" Baymuir tried to negotiate.

"What's wrong." Only Lu He responded outside, "Is it inappropriate?"

The nanny took away the turtleneck sweater that had been replaced, and Lu Lang was also called away by Lu's father. Bemuir could only say, "I really can't wear this dress. Do you have a coat? Pass it to me."

The door of the bathroom was opened a little, but even the scene with just this thin slit was too gorgeous and terrifying.

Baymuir turned his back to him. The ruby ​​red evening dress was extremely crafted. Layers of spun yarn were folded into small pleats and arranged in a diamond shape, like a mermaid's gilded tail.

The face in the mirror is full of childish and innocent temptations, and the body also contains the profound beauty of Western body oil paintings. The fragments of the light are falling all over the ground and shining brightly, reflecting the curve of his smooth, silky, white and glowing back. Square, the waistline resembles the narrow rose branches and leaves of the hanging gardens of ancient Babylon.

Such a beautiful swan neck, butterfly back, and even the tight spinal groove are extremely bright and moving.

But on the beauty of the supreme authoritative godhead, crawled an extremely distorted and terrifying huge boa constrictor. Its deep-colored scales were inlaid with blood-colored diamond-shaped patterns, and the skin of its stretched neck was covered with venom. Its strange blood mouth devoured and destroyed everything. The personality and life of the viewers make them completely reduced to slaves in the depths of hell.

That is the worldly python in Norse mythology, the snake of the world, Jormungandr. It is hermaphrodite, head to tail, and coils around the whole world, symbolizing "everything", "perfection" and "reincarnation". Because it is too dangerous, it is Odin was thrown into the bottomless depths of Midgard.

Jormungandr is entwined on the miserable green mistletoe on Baimuer's side, which is the vile plant that pierced the god of light to death and brought the twilight of the gods.

"What's the matter? Stupidly standing still." Bemuir took off the heavy diamond earrings, followed by a slight sway on his back, Ye Mengjia became more lifelike, and the red letter seemed to jump out full of hatred.

The seductive sag in his lower back is arousing imagination, and there is a faint scent of flowers on his skin, as if he is sparing no effort and trying his best to please the man in front of him.

Baymuir smiled, and the snake letter was not as bright as his lips, which made people palpitating: "It won't bite you."

"Still..." Bemuir's bracelet was like a newly sprouted orchid branch on Lu He's neck, his eyes were vivid and hot, outlining the outline of the other's jaw, "Do you want to bite it?"