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

The more you drink, the more you drink.

Women are made of water.

Lu Xing agreed with this statement with both hands and three feet.

I didn't expect it.

The first time he got wet, it was with a woman's tears.

Except sometimes when Song Junzhu drank so much that she couldn't stand steadily and needed Lu Xing to support her.

Other times.

Lu Xing never stepped into Song Junzhu's master bedroom.

Life is really wonderful.

Half a year ago, he slept on the sofa in Song Junzhu's living room.

Song Junzhu didn't care about him, nor did she think about how he would solve these problems.

Anyway, she got up later than Lu Xing and went to bed earlier than Lu Xing.

She didn't need to worry about these things at all.

But now...

Lu Xing half leaned against the head of the big bed in the master bedroom, and Song Junzhu fell asleep beside him, with her slender arms across his waist.

Looking at the tears on Song Junzhu's face, Lu Xing felt that his occupational syndrome seemed to be more serious.

"Sister No. 1, you will never find someone more dedicated than me in the future."

Lu Xing gently pinched Song Junzhu's wrist, carefully moved her arm away, and stuffed the pillow into her arms.

Sure enough.

Song Junzhu's brows only frowned for a moment, and then she calmed down again.

Lu Xing breathed a sigh of relief, like Jerry, tiptoed to the sink and pulled a towel to dip in hot water.

Waited for a moment.

He touched the temperature of the towel: "It's almost done."

Lu Xing carefully returned to the bed, lay on the bed, and carefully wiped Song Junzhu's tear-stained face.

Gentle wiping, warm temperature.

Song Junzhu's brows relaxed, he hummed comfortably, and subconsciously rubbed against Lu Xing's hand.

Hum.

The villain in Lu Xing's heart was dancing proudly.

It's still my specialty!

Since Song Junzhu has found out his background and feels guilty about him.

Then his future life should be much better.

It can be regarded as... a good thing.

In fact, Lu Xing sometimes feels that he lives a twisted life.

He clearly knows that telling these customers about his background will definitely arouse sympathy, but he doesn't want to say it.

It feels like selling misery.

He can obviously make money by providing emotional value.

Forget it.

So be it.

Anyway, all the contracts in June are over.

After cleaning up Song Junzhu, Lu Xing pulled the quilt to cover Song Junzhu.

Da.

Song Junzhu kicked the quilt away.

Lu Xing covered her with the quilt again.

Da.

Song Junzhu kicked the quilt away again.

"Fuck! You!"

Lu Xing was furious.

How could you be so rebellious? ? ?

I was so angry!

Lu Xing suddenly became like a mother, and she had to cover you with this quilt today!

Cover.

Kick away.

Cover.

Kick away.

Ahhhhhh! I was so angry! ! !

Lu Xing was so angry that he rummaged through the boxes and found a piece of Song Junzhu's glasses cloth.

He took a deep breath and carefully covered Song Junzhu's belly with the glasses cloth.

Chinese tradition.

You don't have to cover the quilt, but you have to cover your belly button!

Hmm.

Perfect!

Satisfied!

Lu Xing was happy and was about to leave the master bedroom with a brisk step.

But when he turned around, he was suddenly grabbed by the corner of his clothes.

Lu Xing was stunned for a moment and lowered his head.

Song Junzhu lay on the bed, her thick black curly hair scattered on the quilt, and said in a daze.

"Don't go."

Damn!

Lu Xing was scared to death.

When did this person wake up?

Didn't you see him covering his belly button?

Lu Xing was trembling and trying to reply, but found that Song Junzhu was silent after saying this.

Hmm?

Lu Xing looked carefully.

Yes.

Fell asleep again.

Okay.

Understandable.

When a person cries bitterly and his nerves suddenly relax, he will feel endless fatigue.

Lu Xing thought about it and lay back.

Song Junzhu seemed to have found a huge heater and hugged Lu Xing tightly.

Lu Xing:......

Professor Song, who is 27 years old, is still quite insecure. I'll buy her a doll to hold later.

Yeah.

She'll pay for it.

......

Eleven o'clock.

Lu Xing checked his WeChat and indeed received the script sent by Liu Qingqing.

Seeing the title, Lu Xing's pupils trembled.

Ah......

A gentle and kind teacher who never gives up on any student and a rebellious and mentally abnormal student?

OK.

Really OK.

Lu Xing had never been a CEO, a repairman, or a popular hidden-marriage young man before.

So he had no psychological burden when acting.

But this time...

Was it a bit too immersive?

Why a student?

Lu Xing sighed and began to worry about Liu Qingqing's mental state.

Has she become so crazy?

He really didn't want to disclose his personal information to customers on the Internet, and he didn't want customers to know that he was still in school.

Then he could only act as an unskilled person.

It was really hard to hold it.

Lu Xing looked down at Song Junzhu who was sleeping soundly.

He tried to pry Song Junzhu apart with one finger at a time, but Song Junzhu didn't move at all.

It was as if she was glued to him.

"Professor Song?"

Lu Xing called her, but Song Junzhu didn't respond at all, as if she was really asleep.

"The young boy, A Xing, is a student who is ignorant and hates studying. No teacher can do anything with him, until one day, a new teacher comes to the school..."

Lu Xing is worried and reads a few more lines from the script.

Song Junzhu still doesn't respond.

Okay.

So be it.

At 11:30, Liu Qingqing on the other end called on time.

Liu Qingqing looked at the script in her hand anxiously, and her heart was in an uncontrollable panic.

Although she comforted herself that Lu Xing on the list might be a duplicate.

But what if it's not?

Those students on the list of No. 1 High School who came to visit the school are all very likely to go to Haicheng University.

She is also the president of the student union, and everyone knows her.

What if Lu Xing really gets admitted to Haicheng University in the future, what should she do?

Worse case.

What should she do if Lu Xing goes around saying that the president of the student union is a pervert?

After being a sweet and well-behaved senior in everyone's eyes for so long, she simply couldn't afford such a price.

Test.

Only test.

Liu Qingqing deliberately changed the name of the protagonist of the script and set the background in the student era.

Based on the clues Lu Xing said, she can definitely guess whether this person is in school or working!

Don't be nervous.

Don't be nervous.

Liu Qingqing's brain was tense.

After hearing the first sentence from Lu Xing's phone, her brain was more active than before.

Fuck!

Wrong decision!

But...

Liu Qingqing listened to Lu Xing's low and bewitching voice, and she relaxed a little.

And when she heard Lu Xing stumbling and reciting the nouns in the textbook, Liu Qingqing suddenly laughed with relief.

Lu Xing said with great guilt.

"Sorry, it's been too long since I graduated, and I've returned all these things to the teacher. It's my fault."

"I'll give you 20 more minutes to make it up to you, okay?"

Liu Qingqing finally relaxed and lay down comfortably.

Sure enough, they have the same name.

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