I only care about making money and not love. I’m the best professional bootlicker!

The old man was so angry, and he was so sad.

Song Junzhu!

I'm here!

Lu Xing rushed through the wind and rain, like a lightning that cut through the sky, tearing away all the gloom and shattering all the anxiety!

In the darkest weather, Lu Xing was like a pine tree standing between heaven and earth.

No matter how windy and rainy it is, as long as there is still a breath, it can grow up stubbornly!

Song Junzhu breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Xing is here.

He is here.

Oh.

Someone loves me.

Song Junzhu repeated this sentence over and over again, lowered her head and covered her face, tears overflowing from her fingers.

He will really come.

Fortunately, he is still there, fortunately she has money.

Song Junzhu's charming eyes were filled with tears, but with an unconcealable paranoia.

Nothing will end.

"Professor Song! I'm here!"

Lu Xing ran to the front of the car, smiling and showing a mouthful of white teeth.

As a professional licker, you have to see the inner needs of the customer.

Sometimes.

It is very likely that the customer himself does not know what he wants, nor does he know that he is actually saying one thing and doing another.

I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain.

It doesn't matter if Song Junzhu doesn't know.

It's OK for Lu Xing to know.

As a bystander, when he saw the message sent by Song Junzhu, he couldn't sleep anyway. He looked carefully for a long time before he saw the words between the words. It was full of four words - I want you to come!

So he came.

Seeing Song Junzhu lowering his head and covering his face, Lu Xing raised the corner of his mouth.

Little guy.

This emotional value is not full for you?

Are you very touched?

I am professional, I want to make your money worth it!

However, Lu Xing did not rush forward. Different customers' different emotions also need to be handled in different ways.

When Aunt Wen was sad, he could carefully wipe her tears and comfort her softly.

But when Song Fengpi was sad, he absolutely could not move forward, because Song Junzhu was too competitive!

She definitely didn't want to be seen when she was vulnerable.

So Lu Xing gave Song Junzhu time to buffer her emotions.

The rain was getting heavier.

Lu Xing held the long-handled umbrella in his hand, with no intention of opening it.

Anyway, he was already soaked when he came to the villa, so now he might as well use it reasonably to make the customer feel more comfortable.

Doesn't Song Fengpi like to see him in a mess?

One minute later.

Song Junzhu's emotions were buffered and he opened the car door.

Lu Xing quickly ran over and opened the umbrella with a click. The huge black umbrella covered Song Junzhu's head.

Song Junzhu was stunned.

Amidst the storm, Lu Xing created a small safe space for her.

It was not until this time that Song Junzhu realized how badly Lu Xing was soaked.

His jacket was not soaked, but his sweatpants were soaked, and his sneakers were all covered with mud.

Song Junzhu glanced at Lu Xing's pants, paused, and suddenly said.

"Don't wear gray sweatpants in the future."

Ah?

Lu Xing was stunned.

You care about this too?

Pacific Police, right?

"Okay, Professor Song." Lu Xing nodded obediently.

If you don't want to wear it, then don't wear it.

Just when Lu Xing secretly cursed Song Junzhu for being crazy in his heart, something soft suddenly touched his face.

Lu Xing was stunned for a moment.

Song Junzhu got out a handkerchief that looked expensive from somewhere and slowly wiped his face.

Looking closely, Song Junzhu found that Lu Xing's eyelashes were so long.

Hmm.

When it snows in the future, she and Lu Xing will walk in the snow, and there will be a lot of snowflakes on Lu Xing's eyelashes.

Lu Xing looked at Song Junzhu's gradually distracted eyes and shuddered.

Damn it!

Is this crazy guy thinking of some way to torture people again?

Didn't you say it was fixed?

Lu Xing swallowed his saliva, raised his mouth, unzipped his coat, and winked at Song Junzhu cunningly.

"Professor Song, I have a gift for you."

Hmm?

Song Junzhu curled her mouth, and her delicate and charming face seemed like a charming demon.

"Tell me about it."

"Dangdangdang!"

Lu Xing took out a Polaroid camera from his inner pocket.

You never know whether a man will take out a bottle of mineral water, a wallet, a power bank, or both from his pocket.

Lu Xing shook the Polaroid camera in his hand: "Although the car was hit."

"But as human beings, we have to take pictures when the house is on fire.

Take a photo, my life is messing up my sleep!"

"Professor Song, take a photo?"

Song Fengpi's car was hit, so she must be in a bad mood, so think of a way to cheer her up.

Otherwise.

He will be the one who gets hurt in the end!

Song Junzhu stared at Lu Xing's smiling face, as if bewitched, and nodded blankly.

"Okay."

Adjusted the posture.

Lu Xing stretched out his arms and held up the Polaroid camera, grinning, and moved closer to Song Junzhu.

Song Junzhu rarely took photos, and she stood a little unnaturally at this moment.

It was just a simple photo, but she was solemn as if she was attending some important meeting.

Lu Xing raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Junzhu from the side, "Smile. "

Too close.

Song Junzhu seemed to be able to feel Lu Xing's breath hitting her ear. Her skin suddenly turned red and she pulled up the corners of her mouth awkwardly.

Lu Xing laughed wildly in his heart.

Okay, okay.

As generous as Professor Song was when he asked him to buy a camera, he felt uncomfortable now.

Click.

A photo was printed out.

Lu Xing held the photo and waited for it to develop, while moving a little further away from Song Junzhu.

The warmth around him suddenly faded away, and Song Junzhu subconsciously leaned towards Lu Xing.

"Professor Song, take a look. "

Lu Xing handed the photo to Song Junzhu.

Song Junzhu held the photo, a thin photo, but she looked at it for a long time.

Walking in the rainstorm, the umbrella is a boat rowing the sky.

In the photo, she and Lu Xing were on the same boat, close as if they could break through all the storms.

Song Junzhu looked at it for a long time, and finally naturally wanted to put the photo in her pocket, and nodded.

"It's a good photo."

"It seems that you really studied hard, very good. "

Lu Xing looked at Song Junzhu's smooth movements and thought that this person was quite interesting. If you want to collect it, just collect it.

And the most important thing is.

Song Junzhu put his hands in his pockets and searched for a long time, but couldn't find the pocket.

Eh? Where is my pocket?

Song Junzhu looked down in confusion. For the first time, she found that the pockets of women's clothes were so small?!

How abominable!

Lu Xing's clothes can fit a Polaroid camera, but her clothes can't even fit a photo?

Song Junzhu gritted her teeth: "These bastards!"

In order to sell bags, they actually made the pockets of clothes like this.

"It's okay, wear mine next time."

Lu Xing smiled and opened the car door, letting Song Junzhu go in and not catch a cold.

Song Junzhu glanced at Lu Xing's pants again and said, "I'll buy you something nice tomorrow. "

Hey!

New clothes?

Lu Xing was happy.

Sister Kate! I'm coming again!

Yes! Make another fortune!

"Why don't you come in?"

Song Junzhu rolled down the car window and looked at Lu Xing standing outside the car in confusion.

Here it comes! Here it comes!

It's time to test your acting skills!

Lu Xing deliberately hid his left hand behind his back. He ran too fast and slipped and got scratched.

The wound is not big.

But it has its own use.

Instead of asking about your well-being, it's better to give him a huge sum of money.

Last time he hurt the corner of his mouth, Song Junzhu gave him 10,000 yuan.

This time, because she was injured, she should give him at least 18,000 yuan?

Hehe.

I have to be smart!

Lu Xing lowered his eyes and said a little embarrassedly.

"I'm too wet and will dirty the car. "

Turn into a cat, a tiger, a wet puppy.

Hehe.

I will kill you with tea!

Song Junzhu was stunned for a moment, and noticed Lu Xing's hands behind his back. After a moment of silence, she suddenly rolled up the car window.

Lu Xing:???

Hey!

No!

This script is wrong!

Director, I will kill you!

Song Junzhu should be very sympathetic to me, and then transfer some money to me!

How could this happen!

Lu Xing was stunned.

Song Junzhu was anxious.

She quickly hid the gym photo of Lu Xing in the car into the armrest box.

Ten seconds later.

Song Junzhu calmly rolled down the car window: "Get in the car."

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