Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei’s Growth Life Simulator

Chapter 143 Little Devil: Girls, tell me.

What's more, as a qualified senior brother and best friend, of course you have to think about your junior sister and childhood sweetheart.

"But I really didn't expect it,"

Lu Mingfei smiled and stretched on the bed, stood up and leaned on the back of the bed,

"Those somewhat selfish thoughts can actually achieve success for others."

His current status among the same group of people being assessed should be like the dead child's status among the birds.

If it were placed in ancient times, people like him would probably be surrounded by people and ascend to the throne.

There was a squeak.

The door was gently pushed open, revealing the figure of a fat man wearing pink pants, interrupting Lu Mingfei's thoughts.

"Brother Lu Ming?"

Lu Mingze glanced at Lu Mingfei subconsciously, but his whole body trembled.

He swallowed. Even though he was not asked any questions, he gave a report in detail, like a eunuch serving the emperor.

"It's nothing, I just went to the bathroom and saw that the light in your room was not turned off, so I came over to take a look."

"Brother," Lu Mingze grinned an ugly smile,

"I see you're going to sleep. Can you please turn off the light for you?"

Lu Mingfei stared at Lu Mingze for a while, suddenly realized, closed his eyes and nodded.

"Thanks."

"Hey, okay, you have a good rest. I have something to tell you."

Lu Mingze turned off the light with a click, closed the door quickly, and leaned against the door.

He wiped his back, only to find that it was soaked in cold sweat.

Lu Mingze couldn't help but widen his pupils, and as he panted, he uneasily recalled the look in Lu Mingfei's eyes just now.

Indifferent and cold, like an ant standing on the top of a mountain looking down at the foot of the mountain,

Brother Lu Ming, the look in his eyes is so scary.

That kind of indifference to life is like a butcher.

But how is it possible!

This brother of his usually doesn't even dare to kill a fish!

Lu Mingze pursed his lips and thought crazily in his heart.

He was wondering whether to tell his parents about this. It would be best to take his cousin to have his head checked to see if there was any schizophrenia or something.

Isn’t that what the Joker in Gotham is like?

He has always been a bit weak, but suddenly he became ill one day and became a villain that everyone is afraid of!

Lu Mingze wandered back into the house and pulled out his cell phone by mistake.

He looked at the forum information of "Lu Mingfei vs. Zhao Menghua".

Originally, he didn't want to participate. First, Lu Mingfei was still his brother, so he couldn't help the other party.

All right! That’s right! He admitted that he initially wanted to secretly defect to Zhao Menghua. After all, this guy was a well-known rich second generation in school, and there was even a vague possibility of catching up with Chu Shenren.

Who loses and who wins? Is this a judgment call?

But because his brother has changed so much recently, he is a little overwhelmed and he is also a little unsure.

In a daze, Lu Mingze had already cast his vote.

5:3798.

"Inexplicably, I feel that my brother who is suspected of being mentally ill will indeed win."

Hey hey hey!

"Can't see it anymore."

Woohoo!

"I can't see my brother anymore."

The little devil Lu Mingze was lying in the luxurious hot spring floating around, crying sometimes and laughing sometimes.

Live like a madman.

Click, click, click!

Not far from the hot spring, there was the sound of eating potato chips.

"Yes! Sell it all! If you don't sell it, will you bear the loss of 200 million US dollars?"

Potato Chip Girl stared at the red and green lines, chewed potato chips and answered the phone.

"Hey! Yes! Full warehouse! Today's storm capsized many oil tankers. Domestic oil prices will definitely rise sharply tomorrow."

"How much do you want to buy? Do you even need to ask me?"

"Buy as much as you want! It's quick and easy! I will give you a bonus when the time comes!"

Potato Chip Girl turned off the phone, stretched out her slim body under her bathrobe, and let out the fragrance of shower gel.

The long-legged man with straight and crystal clear thighs was naked, shaking the red wine in his hand and drinking it down in one gulp.

"Potato chips, what's wrong with the boss over there?"

"I've been with him for so many years, boss, and you still don't know?"

"You're a psychopath. It's understandable that you get sick from time to time." Potato Chip Girl curled her lips and waved her hand, looking nonchalant.

"Sanwu, do you know something?" The long-legged girl looked at the Russian girl lying quietly on one side.

call--!

call--!

Without saying anything, Sanwu shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

"Okay, okay, actually, I can guess it." Potato Chip Girl opened her red lips, twitched her crystal fingers, and kept clicking her tongue, secretly saying, "It tastes really good:"

"It's just that the boss, starting from the past few days, sometimes can't see what the little white rabbit is doing."

"Hey, it's all trivial matters. It has nothing to do with us. Just leave it to the boss to solve it himself."

"Come on, long legs and Sanwu, I'll treat you to a SPA! They are all famous technicians in Thailand."

"Don't push me" Sanwu's clear voice sounded.

Before Shutoku Mai left, she glanced at the boss who fell ill in the hot spring.

She is a little concerned about this matter now,

If even the omnipotent boss can't see what the little white rabbit is doing, then can that little white rabbit still be considered a little white rabbit?

"Hey, my girls, I'm sorry to disturb you from enjoying the top-notch spa entertainment."

The boss sat up from the swimming ring and looked away from the three women who had stopped.

“It’s true that sometimes I can’t see what our protagonist is doing, and I can’t quite guess what our protagonist is thinking. Well, no, I should say I can’t even guess what our protagonist is thinking.”

"As much as we hate to admit it, our protagonist really fell off my script."

"Damn it, maybe we can't say break away?" The boss pouted and rubbed his brows fiercely.

"After all, there are still three full years before the script officially begins. Maybe it should be said that the protagonist ran away before the opening?"

He water skied unhappily, letting his body spin with the swimming ring in the hot spring, talking to himself,

"According to my script, no, even according to common sense, the protagonist who will appear three years later should be a loser who is obsessed with literary girls."

"He will push open the door of truth at the deepest abyss and go to the hidden world."

"He will meet me, the devil who loves him most, and uses the power and power he does not have all day long to seduce me and ask for his life."

"Danger will come one after another. He may kill one or two dragons and taste the taste of a hero. Maybe he will tell the world? Maybe he will become an unknown hero? After all, the script of a good director is open-ended. I We are only responsible for the process, and where the ending leads is of course up to our protagonist’s choice.”

The boy looked up at the rotating crystal light,

"Maybe there will be such a carefully arranged love. Although I haven't thought about the ending yet, it must be either a tragedy or a comedy."

"Our protagonist will slowly taste the wine of power and power, but that moment will be at least three years away."

"But who can tell me the answer, my girls,"

The boy opened his arms towards the three women. He tilted his head with confusion on his face.

"Why did our protagonist suddenly change?"

Ten thousand and eleven days, over.