Song Junzhu!

I'm fucking coming!

Lu Xing rushed through the wind and rain, like a bolt of lightning streaking across the sky, tearing apart all the gloom, shattering all the unease!

In the dimmest weather, Lu Xing stood like a pine tree between heaven and earth.

Let the wind blow and the rain beat down. As long as there was a breath left, he could stubbornly grow upwards!

Song Junzhu let out a light sigh of relief.

Lu Xing had come.

He had come.

Heh.

Someone loves me.

Song Junzhu repeated this sentence over and over, lowered her head, and covered her face. Tears overflowed from between her fingers.

He really would come.

Thankfully he's still here. Thankfully she has money.

Tears fell from Song Junzhu's bewitching eyes, yet they carried an undisguised obsession.

Nothing will end.

"Professor Song! I'm here!"

Lu Xing ran wildly to the front of the car, his face full of smiles, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

As a professional simp, one must see the client's inner needs.

Sometimes.

It's very likely that the client themselves doesn't know what they want, nor do they know that their heart and mouth are not in agreement.

You can't see the true face of Mount Lu, simply because you are on the mountain.

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

It was enough that Lu Xing knew.

As a bystander, when he saw the message Song Junzhu had sent, he couldn't sleep no matter how he tossed and turned.

After looking at it carefully for a long time, he finally saw the words between the lines.

They were five words—I want you to come!

So he came.

Seeing Song Junzhu lowering her head and covering her face, Lu Xing curled his lips.

Little thing.

Aren't I maxing out this emotional value for you?

So moved, right?

I'm just a professional. I have to make your money worth it!

But Lu Xing didn't rush forward. Different emotions from different clients also required different handling methods.

When dealing with Auntie Wen's sadness, he could carefully go up to wipe her tears and comfort her softly.

But when facing Psycho Song's sadness, he absolutely could not go forward, because Song Junzhu was too competitive!

She absolutely did not 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. Now, he might as well make good use of it to make the client feel more comfortable.

Doesn't Psycho Song like to see him in a sorry state?

A minute later.

Song Junzhu's emotional buffering was complete. She opened the car door.

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

Song Junzhu was stunned.

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Only at this moment did Song Junzhu realize how badly Lu Xing had been drenched.

The windbreaker he was wearing on his upper body was not soaked through, but the sweatpants on his lower body were all wet, and his sneakers were all covered in mud.

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

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

(SHMOLL: Don’t be like the Rubics Cube guy. )

Huh?

Lu Xing was dumbfounded.

You're even controlling this?

The Pacific police, are you?

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

If I can't wear them, then I won't.

Just as Lu Xing was secretly cursing Song Junzhu for being a psycho in his heart, something soft suddenly touched his face.

Lu Xing was taken aback for a moment.

Song Junzhu had produced a handkerchief that looked very expensive from somewhere and was slowly wiping his face.

Looking at her up close, Song Junzhu found that Lu Xing's eyelashes were so long.

Mm.

When it snows in the future, if she and Lu Xing walk in the snow, Lu Xing's eyelashes will definitely be covered with many snowflakes.

Lu Xing looked at Song Junzhu's gradually wandering eyes and shivered.

Holy f*ck!

This damn psycho isn't thinking of some new tormenting method, is she?

Didn't she say she had changed?

Lu Xing swallowed, lifted the corners of his mouth, unzipped his jacket, and winked at Song Junzhu slyly.

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

Hmm?

Song Junzhu curved her lips, her exquisite and bewitching face like a soul-snatching demon.

"Let's hear it."

"Ta-da!"

Lu Xing took out a Polaroid from his inner pocket.

You never know if a man will pull out a bottle of mineral water, a wallet, a power bank, or all of them at once from his pocket.

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

"But as people, we have to have the spirit of 'I take a picture when a house is on fire, I sleep when life is in chaos!'"

"Professor Song, want to take one?"

Psycho Song's car was hit, she's definitely in a bad mood. So I have to find a way to make her happy.

Otherwise.

He would be the one to get hurt in the end!

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

"Okay."

She adjusted her posture.

Lu Xing stretched out his arm, holding the Polaroid, grinned, and moved closer to Song Junzhu.

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

Although it was just a simple photo, she was as solemn as if she were attending some important meeting.

Lu Xing raised an eyebrow, looked at Song Junzhu's side profile. "Smile a little."

Too close.

Song Junzhu felt as if she could feel Lu Xing's breath on her ear.

Her skin suddenly turned red, and she awkwardly pulled up the corners of her mouth.

Lu Xing was laughing wildly in his heart.

Good, good, good.

However generous Professor Song was when she asked him to buy the camera, that's how uncomfortable she is now.

Click.

A photo was printed out.

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

The warmth beside her suddenly pulled away. Song Junzhu subconsciously leaned towards Lu Xing a little.

"Professor Song, take a look."

Lu Xing handed the photo to Song Junzhu.

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

Walking in a downpour, an umbrella is a boat sailing upside down in the sky.

On the photo, she and Lu Xing were on a boat, so close it seemed they could break through any storm.

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

"It's a good shot."

"It seems you really did study seriously. Very good."

Lu Xing looked at Song Junzhu's smooth action, thinking this person was also quite interesting. If you want to keep it, then keep it.

And most importantly.

Song Junzhu's hand, which was in her pocket, searched for a long time but couldn't find where the pocket was.

Eh? Where's my pocket?

Song Junzhu looked down in confusion. For the first time, she discovered that the pockets on women's clothing were so small?!

So annoying!

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

Song Junzhu gritted her teeth. "These bastards!"

In order to sell bags, they actually make the pockets on clothes like this.

"It's fine. You can wear mine next time."

Lu Xing grinned and opened the car door, letting Song Junzhu in so she wouldn't catch a cold.

Song Junzhu glanced at Lu Xing's pants again and left a sentence. "I'll buy you some nice ones tomorrow."

Hey!

New clothes?

Lu Xing was happy.

Sis Kate! I'm coming again!

Yes! Another sum of money!

"Why aren't you getting in?"

Song Junzhu rolled down the car window and looked at Lu Xing, who was standing outside the car, with confusion.

Here it comes! Here it comes!

The moment to test my acting skills has come!

Lu Xing deliberately hid his left hand behind his back. It had been scratched when he ran too fast and slipped.

The wound was not big.

But it had its own use.

Empty greetings are no match for a huge sum of money.

Last time his mouth was injured, Song Junzhu had given him ten thousand yuan.

This time he was injured because of her. Wouldn't she have to give him even more?

Hehe.

I really have a good head on my shoulders!

Lu Xing lowered his eyes and said with some embarrassment.

"I'm too wet. I'll get the car dirty."

Become a cat, become a tiger, become a drenched little dog.

Heh.

Watch me green tea you to death!

Song Junzhu was taken aback for a moment.

She noticed the hand Lu Xing was hiding behind his back. After a moment of silence, she suddenly rolled up the car window.

Lu Xing: ???

Hey!

Not right!

This script is not right!

Director, I'm going to kill you!

Song Junzhu should be very pitiful towards me, and then transfer me a sum of money!

How could it be like this!

Lu Xing was dumbfounded.

Song Junzhu was anxious.

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

Ten seconds later

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

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