the castration plan

At 07:30 that night, a private restaurant in the suburbs.

Lu Lang clasped his hands together: "My elder brother Iron Man with an elm-headed head is so straight that he doubts whether he can get it right. My sister-in-law has a lot of embarrassments. I say sorry for him!"

"Lang Lang, what are you talking about?" Under the retro-style European-style chandelier, Bemuir looked at Lu He with a smile, "We're doing well."

"What a fart! My brother said that none of you have ever done that! The doctor asked him what he didn't know!" Lu Lang knocked on the bowl hard, staring at his ineffective brother.

"You know him too." Bemuir whispered mysteriously, "You ask me next time, and I promise to tell you the details."

After all, Lu Lang is still a girl's family, and his face immediately blushed: "Brother! I don't care, you can guarantee me that you didn't bully Beibei! You have to treat him well, you know?"

"Lu Lang." Lu He called her full name as a warning, and said in a dull tone, "You'll be going back abroad next week. You don't have time, so don't meddle in our affairs anymore."

But Bemuir fell into Lu He's arms on his own initiative, with a childish but very lovable smile, and asked sweetly, "Why are you so fierce again, big brother."

"Lang Lang is also concerned about us, don't scare her like this, okay?" Bemuir muttered nasally, as if he had reconciled tenderly long ago.

The single dog Lu Lang was violently beaten face to face, and his worries about the discord between his brother and sister-in-law were naturally reduced a lot, and he said with a hum: "Then you toast your sister-in-law with a glass of wine, and I will treat it as if nothing happened."

Baymuir sandwiched a piece of Hokkaido yellow diamond sea urchin into Luhe's bowl. The meat of this seafood is very sweet, and the cholesterol-rich taste is quite plump.He still used that kind of intimate and fluent speech attitude: "Stop drinking, you still have to drive. Hurry up and try the 'French kiss on the tip of your tongue'."

But Lu He didn't go down the steps he had laid, and temporarily stopped the indifferent life rules he had always imposed on himself, and solemnly raised his wine glass.

Leaving the deep corridor of the restaurant, Lu Lang whispered nervously: "The abbot has broken the precept! He can't drink very well! Sister-in-law, you know my brother will mutate after drinking, haha!"

Bemuir pretended to be surprised, "Oh?", and gave her a few LVBR GiftCards: "You can take this. The company issues it every month, and I have no place to spend it."

Lu Lang happily walked around in circles, just in front of him was a makeup shop.

Lu He hid his stern expression, and his attitude was very firm: "Just go in and shop by yourself, we'll wait for you here. Don't drag Xiaolu, he doesn't like cosmetics."

"It's okay, I can do it, how can I let the girl go shopping alone?" Bemuir whispered to Lu He, "Lang Lang will go back next week, she doesn't have a family abroad, you and her brother and sister have been together for a few years Can we meet again? I really don’t need to take care of my emotions, as long as I make her happy.”

However, Baymuir is whiter than the whitest foundation color, and the eyelashes with a sense of volume and volume are already very strong. Applying mascara is really worse, and putting a few toothpicks is more than enough.Just as a real beauty is not suitable for the lens of a beauty camera, his heavily painted face is a bit ridiculous.

While Lu Lang was going to the bathroom, Baymuir quickly rubbed the cleansing oil, messing up the rainbow-like makeup on his face, like a messy cubist work of art, finally revealing the pale flower-like aster face underneath.

"Little Lu." Lu He looked at his bloodless face, "It's getting late, I'll take you home."

"It's not enough, Langlang hasn't believed that I'm good, don't think there will be another show in two days, and it will waste people and money." In the mirror, Bemuir looked like a light and beautiful nymphet with a mint green velvet bow on her hair, Turning her face sideways, she blinked her oiled black eyelashes, and said with a smile, "Oh! I thought of a way, do you want to take a shortcut, I promise she will immediately believe that we have a good relationship for a hundred years, and will never bother you again."

His words exuded a seductive magical meaning: "Hold your head down, I'll tell you."

"Shoot".

"Chirp".

Quick kiss.

The shiny honey-colored enamel has the sweetness of candy, and a little devil's smiling lip print landed on Lu He's side face, which is exquisite and cute.

"Don't rub it, wait until Langlang sees it." The instigator said with a smile.

They were all drunk and no one could drive.The road was blocked by heavy snow, and the driver and driver could not come.

"Are you tired? If you're not tired, walk home, it's only one kilometer." Lu He said, with an uneven mass of light red pigment on his right cheek.

When there were only the two of them left, the atmosphere became extremely delicate. Fortunately, no one mentioned the absurdity of last night. The pheromones of Alpha's susceptible period and Omega's estrous period collided, completely enveloping the air in the net woven by this misty love.

"I don't want it, it's cold." Bemuir, who was wearing a beautiful thin woolen coat, sat on the bench waiting for the bus, staring at his feet and talking, "I will be cold..."

But before he finished speaking, a thick scarf was added around his neck.

Lu He's.

They passed by many exquisite coffee shops and shining windows. Maybe the cold will weaken people's vitality, and Baymuir has not said anything.

In a world of ice and snow, what would it feel like to be hugged and kissed by the person you love the most?

The scarf exuding the smell of drunken cigars kept asking Baymuir in this way, making him imagine the extremely sweet dream world, and even the sound of the wind swallowed the song of lovesickness.

It was already very late at night, the wind and snow continued to be fierce, and there were also thin hailstones. They temporarily hid under the awning at the front door of a flower shop.

It was a very narrow strip of cover, forcing them to be very close.Lu He blocked it with his arms, protecting Bemuir inside.

"You can put your hands in my pocket." Lu He said as he looked down at his fingers that were frozen by the severe cold.

Baymuir suddenly raised his face in amazement, his eyes were like the lake-colored satin woven by an angel using tencel looms, as beautiful as God sheltered with his joy and crowned with his love.

The stars in the blue night sky provided a little light, and through the multi-layered light refracted by the crystal prism of the hexagonal snowflake, Lu He discovered for the first time that he was surprisingly beautiful in the snow color, and the lips of Tulip were dyed in the mythical A unique and fascinating atmosphere, a noble boy in the Fontainebleau School full of linear charm and perfect technique, with the blue water and soil of the Danube flowing in his veins.

The intuition at that moment made Lu He almost immediately believe that the real Bemuir is so gentle in nature, with sweet words, and eyes full of intelligence, wisdom and virtue.

Any mortal could possibly be rude and sinister, but Baelmuir was the only one who couldn't.

"Little Lu." Lu He was silent for a while, and then suddenly said, "Bai Li Duo is a very meaningful work, I want to give some to my clients, can I ask you about its design concept?"

"Idea?" Bemuir pretended to be surprised, his eyes opened half an inch, and he pretended to walk away, "The idea is that everyone can make a lot of money if they smell good. Otherwise, you go to the official Internet cafe, and I can give it to you." Recite it or what?"

He babbled, as usual, in a stream of vulgar, bored words with boredom, which laid bare his habit of idleness.His eyes are also eloquent, telling lies that a thousand clever tongues cannot make up.

"I want to hear from you." Lu He didn't care, the slightly blush corners of his mouth after drinking lost the usual coldness that existed proudly, and smiled slightly, "I just want to hear from you."

Lu He felt that he was too drunk, and Bemuir's thin sullenness seemed to him like a shy love silence.

It has to be admitted that Baymuir's cute but slutty, mysterious and subtle charm has led him step by step into an affair that annoys renunciationism, blames himself but is irresistible.Even in the icy deep winter when everything rests, the irresistible fatal attraction and the strange tide of emotion seem to ignite the fire of love in the heart little by little.

"I said I don't know, I don't remember." The wet flowers and leaves were drooping heavily, shaking slightly, Bemuir's cheeks seemed to have a thin cloud passing by, and the light red hazy halo of the moon emanating from the circle, the speed of speech Faster and faster: "Stay away from me, don't look at me like this, are you interrogating a prisoner?"

But the words of refusal were like a fire thrown into dry grass and dead branches. Lu He leaned over and got closer to him, his breathing was like a silent and sweet music, exchanging visits with his heartstrings.

It seemed that after a long and motionless wait, Bemuir gave him a light push twice.But the man's broad chest and strong arms are so powerful that there is nowhere to retreat.

"Are you afraid? Don't be afraid, Xiaolu, I have no other meaning." Lu He stared at him through the dark eyes that seemed to be swept by the night sky with snow lights, his voice was still so low and monotonous, but quite Gentle, "I just want to see your heart clearly, and I also want to see myself clearly."