In the afternoon, the patentee of the three-point safety belt was changed to Huaxia Technology Company.
Lu Ming was in a beautiful mood, humming a little tune, and got out of the car sent by Wen Liangyu to take him home with Datou.
Big head, today is the last post.
In front of the small building, Lu Ming took out a check for 300 yuan and handed it to Datou, "Thank you for taking care of me during this period. If I encounter trouble in the future, I will come to you again."
"Thank you, boss!" Datou took it and bowed slightly. In terms of professional ethics, he couldn't say that he would hide his wild aura even more when facing a powerless employer.
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"Uncle!" Just as he opened the door and entered the house, a small figure suddenly rushed up and landed on Lu Ming. It was Bisi.
The beautiful student uniform skirt of an aristocratic school makes the little guy look more like a delicate blond Barbie doll. The snow-white shirt, yellow jacket, yellow plaid uniform skirt, snow-white stockings and black leather shoes make this little guy who is just eight years old even more adorable. She's so cute that you can't help but want to kiss her little face.
"I'm too lazy to do my homework and watch TV again!" Lu Ming said with a smile.
"Yes..." Bi Si smiled and whispered: "It's true that I came to watch TV. I'm not lazy. Mommy is here too!"
His little hand naturally reached into Lu Ming's hand, and he walked into the house next to Lu Ming.
There was a delicious smell from the kitchen, and Lu Ming called. The case was almost over, so he went home today and had dinner at home.
In the carved glass door, I saw two graceful figures busy at work.
"Uncle..." Bi Si knelt down and brought Lu Ming slippers to change.
Lu Ming was stunned, "I'll do it myself."
She bowed slightly and took off her leather shoes. Bisi picked up the pair of leather shoes and ran to the shoe cabinet to put them away. She then went to the bathroom to wet a white towel and ran to hand it to Lu Ming.
Lu Ming was speechless. He took the towel and wiped his hands. Bisi took the towel to the bathroom, listened to the sound of water, and washed it before putting it away.
"Are you almost going to be a little housekeeper?" Lu Ming said with a smile.
"Sister Bizhu taught me this!" Bi Si smiled, climbed up on the sofa and sat next to Lu Ming, "Uncle, sister Bizhu is right, children are very happy after finishing their work!"
Bizhu? ..., Lu Ming was startled.
The carved glass door of the restaurant opened, and a charming figure walked out of it. She had a gorgeous colorful skirt and fluttering silk ribbons. She was like a nine-day fairy on the stage. She was even more beautiful and charming, with skin like snow and a head of black hair. A tall, beautiful bun, with unparalleled elegance.
Lu Ming's heart sank. This high-profile temperament was that of Bizhu. With beads in her eyes, she was even more beautiful and delicate.
"Where is she?..." Lu Ming stood up and asked worriedly.
Doesn't this Bizhu's personality only appear when she is particularly dangerous?
"You still remember her!" A hint of dissatisfaction appeared at the corner of Bizhu's mouth, "You didn't come back for more than ten days, and she was sick!"
"Ah? Then, what should I do?" Lu Ming asked anxiously, this seems to be using medicine stones, is it afraid it won't work?
"Don't worry, it should be fine." Bizhu glanced at Lu Ming and frowned slightly, "Why, you really don't want me to show up!"
"Yeah, it's not..." Lu Ming stuttered a little. This guy knows how to use the Nine Yin White Bone Claws. Although he still calls himself master, he is not so easy to control. He is in a bad mood and scratches five holes for himself. There is no way to explain it.
"Hmph..." Bizhu said coquettishly, pouted, and then entered the kitchen again.
"Uncle, I don't understand you and Sister Bi Zhu, who are you talking about?" Bi Si's little face was full of gossip and curiosity.
Lu Ming stretched out his index finger and put a jujube on her nose, "You are so young, you are so young!"
"Well..." Bisi rubbed her small and tall nose, her big eyes were full of innocence, and she was almost in tears.
Lu Ming laughed and pinched her face, "Okay, okay, I won't talk about you anymore!"
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At the long table in the restaurant, Lu Ming looked at Bizhu and Pan Mila sitting face to face on the left and right, feeling helpless for a moment.
Bizhu's peerless elegance makes people feel fearful without even realizing it. It's impossible to portray such a peerless master in a martial arts movie.
On the other side, Pan Mila seemed to have a lot of money, and her clothes became more and more gorgeous. She wore a gorgeous snow-white lace dress from a Western aristocrat. The waist was tightly wrapped around her slender waist, which seemed to be broken when she sat there. It felt like it was about to explode, like it was about to break free from the low-cut skirt.
Her long golden hair is also tied up on her head, but the bun close to her scalp, with bright gem hairpins, is different from the classic Bizhu bun like clouds. Her exquisite hairstyle makes her look more like a beautiful Western woman. Sexy and beautiful.
The little guy Bi Si originally wanted to sit next to her, but she seemed a little afraid of Bi Zhu. After Bi Zhu winked, she sat down next to her mother obediently.
"Master, you can take up your chopsticks now!" Bizhu placed a bowl of carefully brewed ginseng soup in front of Lu Ming.
Lu Ming coughed, "You don't have to say anything to me, just use your chopsticks! Eat whatever you want!"
"My master is wrong. How can there be no rules and regulations on the dining table? A meal is the source of human life, and it is the basis for establishing rules."
Lu Ming hesitated, not daring to refute her, "Okay, let's use the chopsticks!"
There is no need to say that this table of beauties, big and small, is really pleasing to the eye, and this kind of dining environment.
The fragrance of Bizhu and the fragrance of Panmila, one comes from the body and the other comes from the perfume, but each has its own pleasant smell, which makes people feel elated.
"Although sister comes from a good family in Xiyi, if you want to stay with my master in the palace, you need to learn more about the etiquette of Central Continent!" Bizhu saw that Pan Mila was a little clumsy with chopsticks, and couldn't help but frown slightly, and added : "It was the same thing when I was cooking just now. My sister was too clumsy..."
Lu Ming was speechless, lowering his head and picking at the rice, pretending that he couldn't hear it.
After thinking about it, I understood that it was Bizhu who dragged Pan Mila into the kitchen. How could Pan Mila know how to cook?
Sure enough, Pan Mila snorted coldly, "I used to think that my sister is a very gentle person and likes you very much. I didn't expect that you are very mean."
The smell of gunpowder on the dining table immediately became strong.
"Yes, I eat his food and wear his clothes, and he helps me a lot, but you nagging me in the kitchen just now, for those who don't know, you thought he was the crown prince? No matter how good his family was before, wasn't he? Are you coming to the East China Sea to escape?"
"What's more, I don't want to break into the house. Sister, you don't have to be afraid. If you treat him like a golden pimple, in my eyes, I will repay his kindness. I will naturally repay him. But I am not a Central-Continent person. In addition to treating him with my body, I will repay him." Xu, women have no value at all! I am not interested in several women marrying one man! I don’t need my sister to worry about these things..."
"That..." Lu Ming raised his head and felt a cold air on the left side of Bizhu. This was no joke.
"Sister Bi Zhu..." Bi Si narrowed her mouth and looked like she was about to cry.
Lu Ming immediately felt that the cold aura on the left side quickly dissipated.
A piece of white lotus root was delivered to Bi Zhu's bowl. The owner of the snow-white hands holding the black ivory chopsticks was Bi Zhu.
"Little guy, eating this is good for your health and can open the nine orifices. You are a rare spiritual person among Western barbarians. You can teach me!"
Lu Ming was helpless. What year is it? Is there any scientific basis for what you said? How many holes are there on the lotus root? Can the nine orifices be opened when eaten? What are the nine orifices?
"Thank you, sister..." Bisi said timidly, but she seemed a little happy.
Lu Ming was speechless. Seeing Bisi, a "little barbarian", secretly happy after being praised for being a good barbarian, he suddenly found it funny again.
Um? Lu Ming had an idea, "Bizhu, do you know how to make elixirs or something? To strengthen your body?!"
Her beautiful green eyes looked at him and shook her head slightly: "The idea that pills can cleanse the marrow is really vague. Does the master believe this?"
Lu Ming coughed and said, "I don't believe it or not." After drinking Chinese medicine for almost a month, it didn't seem to have any effect. His body was still very easily tired and weak.
Bizhu pointed at the ginseng soup in front of Lu Ming with her slender fingers coated with kodan, "This bowl of soup can help regulate the master's body. Moreover, the master's bloodline, how can he care about the worries of the skin? Do more good deeds, Your merits will be complete, unless, Master, you are not the chosen one!"
Lu Ming heard that the ginseng soup was effective, so he had already taken it in his hand and drank it in big gulps. He didn't pay much attention to what was said after that. Nine out of ten of what Bi Zhu said were mysterious. If he listened too much, he would easily become schizophrenic like her. .
Seeing Lu Ming's irritable behavior, Bi Zhu was stunned, with a little disappointment in her beautiful eyes. This guy really didn't look like the chosen one.
However, seeing how clueless he looked, Bizhu finally couldn't help but smile.
On the other side, Pan Mira slowly tasted the dishes. Although her pretty face looked calm, she was screaming in her heart, is this delicious food that can be cooked in the world? This is so delicious. Simple ingredients can produce unimaginable flavors. It's amazing.
She was completely immersed in guessing whether there was any secret to these delicacies. She just served as the assistant cook, but she didn't find anything.
In this way, it is not so harsh for these two guys to boast about bloodline and the like.
The people of Central China heard that thousands of years ago they were very proud of their bloodline and regarded themselves as Western Yi, but they didn’t expect that there are still such people today, and they even feel that their bloodline is noble and unparalleled in the world. But, feel free, what do you do with these mental illnesses?
Moreover, Pan Mila glanced at Lu Ming. Even if this guy did something unreasonable, she shouldn't and had no right to be angry with him, right?
"Pan Mila, the day after tomorrow, there is a big event. I have to meet with people from Lingwei Automobile Industry. There are some things that need your cooperation. I will explain it to you later." Lu Ming looked at Pan Mila.
"Okay!" Pan Mila immediately became energetic. Nowadays, she rarely thinks about anything else. Her career is the most important thing.
The man in front of her not only gave her food and drinks, but what she was most grateful for was that he gave her a stage where she could display her talents.
