Male God, a Little Su

After dinner, Lu Jingming finally asked something that he was very curious about.

"How did you recognize me?"

Hearing this, Su Yan propped her chin and leaned lazily against the table.

"Uncle Lu? Do you think anyone who doesn't want to lose their vest will use their initials as an ID when playing games?"

If Su Yan hadn't mentioned such a simple matter, he would have basically ignored it and would not have paid attention to it at all.

Lu Jingming shook his head and laughed, "Well, it's my fault."

It seems that the id is too simple and not good.

He quietly looked at the slightly drunk cheek of the girl across from him under the light. She was full of food and drink, and looked like a well-fed cat.

Leaning against Xiao Hei, the expressions of one person and one cat are surprisingly consistent.

"By the way, the desserts on the table were bought by you, Uncle Lu?"

Su Yan shouted smoothly, and Lu Jingming started to get used to it after listening to it for a long time.

He nodded, "Well, it's all an apology, do you like it?"

When he asked this sentence, he was a little nervous. Although Lu Xiao said that most girls would like desserts and furry dolls. But Lu Jingming always felt that girls were not like people who liked this kind of thing.

really--

The next second, Su Rou hooked her lips with interest.

She tilted her head and said slowly: "Uncle Lu, from which website did you learn this old-fashioned technique? In the eyes of an adult girl, these are just embellishments, no - they should be cumbersome and will make The things they have fat on are far less attractive than bags, shoes and accessories.”

After that, Su Yan winked at Lu Jingming, "By the way, Uncle Lu, I'm telling you this. I don't want you to give it to me, I have the ability to buy these things myself, I just want to teach Uncle Lu a lesson and let him You just need to know more about the girl's heart~"

In the eyes of most girls, beautiful clothes, shoes and accessories are the most irresistible things.

Lu Jingming fell into deep thought.

Su Yan sighed and hugged Xiao Hei, "So good night, Uncle Lu—"

...

The next day, Lu Xiao was called to the Lu family.

On the twelfth and thirteenth floors of Lu's, there are staff canteens and gyms, including boxing rooms.

Lu Xiao went in tremblingly and saw his uncle wearing loose casual sportswear, doing warm-up exercises.

"Little, uncle, what are you doing?"

He resisted the urge to turn around and run away, struggling to squeeze out a pleasing smile.

Lu Jingming hooked his fingers at him.

Lu Xiao leaned in with his legs weak, and the next second, the world was spinning, and the person had been thrown to the floor.

"what--"

With a scream, he heard his uncle's demonic voice, "Lu Xiao, how long have we been practicing together? Come and let my uncle see if your fighting skills have deteriorated recently."

Lu Xiao grimaced and thought to himself: compared to you, am I crazy? Even if I practice for another 20 years, I'm afraid I won't be your opponent!

"Cough cough... Uncle, isn't it necessary? Ah ah ah ah..."

Lu Xiao's refusal had just blurted out, but Lu Jingming had already picked him up with one hand.

at last--

Young Master Lu was severely repaired by his uncle, and knelt on the ground with a bruised nose.

He cried and hugged Lu Jingming's calf, "Uncle! Ah, ah, don't hit Uncle! If you die, let me understand! What did I do wrong again..."

Lu Jingming wiped his sweat with a towel, and smiled inexplicably when he heard the words.

"Lu Xiao, have all the deceivers lied to me?"