The School Grass Is Too Overbearing, How to Break It

48, Lu Rong launched a shame play

That night, Lao Song took the two young ones home and found that they had quarreled, and no one was talking while sitting in the back seat of the car. Old Song took a closer look. The young master listened to her English calmly and calmly. The eldest master sat on the side with a cold face. His aura was still so unattainable and powerful, but he changed his legs from time to time. Bit betrayed his inner anxiety. Lao Song knew from experience that it was the young master who committed the crime. He also did the same after quarreling with his wife, desperate to face and suffer.

After Lu Rong got out of the car, Lao Song stopped Ji Wenfeng: "You have to coax him."

Ji Wenfeng: "Why should I coax him."

Lao Song: "If you don't coax him, the cold war will last a long time."

Ji Wenfeng smiled slightly: "We don't have a cold war at all. How dare he fight a cold war with me. He has to do whatever I tell him to do."

Old Song shrugged: "Then he will never make up with you."

Ji Wenfeng: "Why should I make up with him? He is just my slave."

Lao Song said, from the co-pilot, he passed a bunch of exquisitely packaged purple hyacinths to Ji Wenfeng. Ji Wenfeng called him in the morning to order. Huayu was sorry.

Ji Wenfeng: "..."

Ji Wenfeng: "I bought a vase."

Old Song: "Oh."

Ji Wenfeng: "You don't think I bought it for Lu..."

Old Song: "Edit, continue editing."

Ji Wenfeng slipped out of the car holding the flowers.

When Lu Rong was making small fish cakes in the kitchen, Ji Wenfeng inserted a purple hyacinth in the left chest pocket of his school uniform shirt, and rushed in: "Follow me to the hot spring hotel tomorrow."

"Oh, because Fang Chang won't go with you, is there a vacancy for the other half of the two-person trip?" Lu Rong took off his apron, threw it on the dining table, and turned away.

Ji Wenfeng failed to reconcile, and had no choice but to blow up small fish cakes.

When Lu Rong was carrying the laundry and loading dirty clothes in his bathroom, Ji Wenfeng opened the shower door and rushed out majestically and announced, "I allow you to wash with me."

Lu Rong stared at him naked for three seconds, took out the dirty clothes from the laundry Lou, and threw him a face, then turned and left.

Ji Wenfeng failed to reconcile again, so he had to pick up the dirty clothes on the ground and took it to Wang Xiufang to wash it himself.

When Lu Rong was doing homework in the study, Ji Wenfeng opened the door and rushed in: "I can send you pocket money in advance."

Lu Rong dropped his pen and raised his **** and got up and left. Ji Wenfeng walked a few steps and stopped him before he returned to the room: "I said, this is a misunderstanding. I don't know who the square is. I meant it. Go with you."

Lu Rong looked at him for a long while, and Yun Danfeng said softly, "Okay."

Ji Wenfeng breathed a sigh of relief, quickly tensed, and said noble and coldly: "You can go and pack your luggage now."

Lu Rong: "I'm not going."

Ji Wenfeng frowned inexplicably.

"Does it feel uncomfortable to be unreasonable? It feels uncomfortable to hold back what you have never done? Doesn't it feel uncomfortable for the other party to listen to me no matter how you do it?" Lu Rong pressed hard, almost Putting on Ji Wenfeng's face, Ji Wenfeng saw the flame of revenge in his eyes close at hand.

"You are still light." Lu Rongyun passed him lightly and opened the door, "At least, no one threatens you to transfer."

With a bang, the door closed in front of him.

Ji Wenfeng: "..."

Hold grudges.

Lu Rong dared to bear enemies with him.

Because he wronged Lu Rong on the rooftop in the morning, Lu Rong had to return the original number.

Good temper, **** wild, he still remembers which of them is the master and the slave.

It's the other way around...

Deng stole Master’s mobile phone and called Ji Wenfeng. Because the mobile phone was stolen, his voice was extremely low: "Saturday, punch, can't you go."

Ji Wenfeng: "Don't go."

Dent said coolly: "Why."

Ji Wenfeng looked at the locked door: "I'm dead."

Lu Rong couldn't even be moved by money, and he was desperate and desperate.

Blame the square.

That what Fangchang really owes the day.

Lu Rong entered his room and sighed regretfully. Ji Wenfeng actually wanted to give him pocket money in advance. He almost couldn't help it just now. God knows how much perseverance and firm self-control he took to resist the forcible discord. Ji Wenfeng is nice.

He did want to punish Ji Wenfeng a little, but Ji Wenfeng had already paid a heavy price for his arrogance and strong possessiveness. He is now pretending to be very angry just to cancel tomorrow's hot spring trip and get through tonight.

Lu Rong hoarded some bread in the room. He woke up the next morning and finished breakfast in the bedroom. He didn't open the door until nearly ten o'clock. The hot spring trip is definitely too late. The arrogant Ji Wenfeng ate behind him all night, and would definitely not speak or appear in front of him for a few days, pretending that he didn’t care about him, so that the plan for the afternoon would be sufficient. Smoothly...

He went downstairs wearing slippers and found Ji Wenfeng holding a notebook sitting on the bay window waiting for him, beside a bunch of purple hyacinths.

Seeing him coming, Ji Wenfeng raised his head, and the beautiful Wuzhu's face was flooded with sunshine: "Did you insomnia yesterday?"

Lu Rong: "..."

Where is the arrogant Ji Wenfeng? ! What about Ji Wenfeng who never admits his mistake? ! After he threw his apron, dirty clothes, and pen in front of him, how could Ji Wenfeng ask him good morning so peacefully? !

Seeing where he was stunned, Ji Wenfeng's eyes fell on the computer screen: "You can't go to the hot spring hotel. There is still time to watch movies, concerts, and dramas. I booked Luyuan at noon, and you have an hour to change clothes."

Lu Rong: "..."

How could this be? The hot spring hotel is bathed, but Ji Wenfeng still wants to act with him? How could things become like this?

Lu Rong fiddled with his messy hair, clasped his arms in thin pajamas and said, "No...I want to be alone today. It's better not to act together for the time being."

Ji Wen did not raise the limelight and said, "Don't touch my bottom line."

Lu Rong: "What is your bottom line?"

Ji Wenfeng said lightly: "24 hours."

Lu Rong was confused: "What 24 hours?"

Ji Wenfeng took a deep look at him, closed the computer, walked to stand in front of him, and announced slowly and clearly: "I allow you to lose your temper occasionally and ignore me, but not more than 24. hour."

Lu Rong: "You lose your temper because of... anger. When the anger disappears is a natural process."

Ji Wenfeng: "You can't do this."

Lu Rong: "Why?"

Ji Wenfeng languidly walked past him, inserted a purple hyacinth in his left ear, and rubbed his head: "Because you are mine."

Lu Rong: "..."

Lu Rong walked back to the room normally, the place touched by Ji Wenfeng was still slightly hot. He didn't know if this was the temperature of Ji Wenfeng or the temperature of the sun. It didn't matter, what was important was... Ji Wenfeng would not let him go today.

He spent half an hour sorting out his messy mood, drank two more cups of Ceylon black tea, and finally calmed down slowly and escaped from the curse of Ji Wenfeng. Reason returned to his mind, and he suddenly had an idea of ​​how to deal with Ji Wenfeng.

He cast his gaze to the side of the brand new unopened iphonex.

Ji Wenfeng was neatly dressed, standing by the Bentley waiting for Lu Rong, chatting with Lao Song who was washing the car.

Ji Wenfeng: "Today's itinerary is to go to Luyuan first, then soak in an indoor hot spring, and then go to a concert."

Old Song: "..."

He secretly glanced at Lu Rong's window. The Second Young Master didn't say that that day. He asked him to take Wang Xiufang to go skating in the city, and then go home to transport a batch of goods.

Old Song tentatively asked, "Are you with the second young master?"

Ji Wenfeng: "Of course."

Old Song: "Didn't you quarrel?"

Ji Wenfeng seemed to have heard some joke, with a dismissive expression on his face: "Quarrel? Does he dare to quarrel with me?"

Old Song suddenly realized: "Is it really useful to send flowers?"

Ji Wenfeng nodded: "That's right... No, I said I was going to arrange flowers! Don't chew on the roots of your tongue."

"The young master coaxed the young master." Old Song judged from experience. "Otherwise he dare not talk so nonsense outside."

When Lao Song was bragging with his brothers, he also said that he was the patriarch at home. When his wife saw him coming home, he knelt to wash his feet. In fact, he was kneeling on the washboard every day.

Man = Talking big words outside + Kneeling on the washboard at home. It seems that this formula has nothing to do with money but no money. It is an iron rule that applies everywhere.

If you don't believe it, look at Master Ji, strong, cold, and afraid of his wife.

Just as Old Song silently watched Ji Wen's pretensions, Lu Rong's voice sounded on the window sill: "We? We are reconciled."

Ji Wenfeng was leaning on the side of the street lamp. He glanced at Lao Song, raised his head, and looked at Lu Rong's window.

Lu Rong casually grabbed his hair in his pajamas, walked around the room, and called someone: "No, no, he begged me to make peace... That's right, it's the Ji Wenfeng, I didn't lie. Haha , You didn't expect it."

Lao Song and Ji Wenfeng: "..."

Lao Song cast a curious look at Ji Wenfeng, and Ji Wenfeng responded with his eyes: Look again, you are dead.

"He cares about me." Lu Rong's voice briskly said, "He went home yesterday and begged me to forgive him. He walked around me all night, and when he got up in the morning, he asked me out to play... I didn't know he was outside. How long have you waited...Oh, what you said makes sense, he might indeed wait on that bay window all night!"

Old Song: "What he said..."

Ji Wenfeng said ruthlessly: "They are all fake." He waited for a few hours.

"He also said that we can't stay in the Cold War for more than 24 hours in the future...I am so busy every day, because he clings to me every day...Haha, let's stop! Don't say 24 hours, I don't think I will be stuck with me all afternoon. He feels uncomfortable. Ji Wenfeng can't do without me."

Ji Wenfeng looked at Lu Rong’s window with an iron face, and told Lao Song: “Today’s schedule will be cancelled.” After he went upstairs, he kicked Lu Rong’s door open, cold in Lu Rong’s panicked expression. Announcing coldly, "I have something today, please do it yourself by yourself."

Lu Rong pretended to hold the phone behind him tightly and asked him: "Then Luyuan..."

Ji Wenfeng: "No more."

Lu Rong: "The concert..."

Ji Wenfeng: "Cancel."

Lu Rong: "Hot Spring Hotel..."

Ji Wenfeng categorically said: "No more."

Lu Rong: "What about next week?"

Ji Wenfeng: "..."

Ji Wenfeng: "..."

Ji Wenfeng: "……………………"

In Lu Rong's expectant eyes, Ji Wenfeng looked out the window proudly: "Look at your performance." After speaking, he left ruthlessly.

As soon as Chu went out, Dent called: "In the afternoon, punch, can you come."

Ji Wenfeng: "Come on."

Dent said, and hung up the phone. After half a minute, his pupils dilated-just now Ji Wenfeng said!

Dent walked to the wall and drew the last stroke on the side of the wall, showing a satisfied smile: There are more than 60 straight characters on this piece of paper, and it is the phone he called Ji Wenfeng this week.

"Little Master, what are you laughing at?" The little apprentice of the boxing gym came over and asked him, raising his head.

Dent Kuku stared at the small blackboard with his remaining right eye: "It turns out that hard work will bring results."

Lu Rong watched Ji Wenfeng leave in Lao Song's car and put down the brand new iPhonex behind him.

He didn't call anyone just now, and he wouldn't speak ill of Ji Wenfeng with anyone.

Deng's WeChat message came from the old phone in service: "I have an appointment with him."

A smile appeared on Lu Rong's mouth. He was already looking forward to the hot spring trip next week.