Bianxu's request is so humble, as long as he can see the road seat every day.

Afraid that Lu Xi would think too much, he added: "It's just what you said about cooking, I can do all that." But he couldn't make him mistakenly think that he just likes his body.

Bian Xu wants to be his lover?

President Lu Xi fell ill again, he twisted Bian Xu's chin with his hand, his face showed a romantic color, his thin lips were lightly opened, and his tone was seductive: "Tsk, you annoying little thing, are you seducing me? ?"

Bian Xu heard the words and looked down at a certain place, is this too small?

The author says:

Finished, exhausted. Sending red envelopes to the little cutie who left a comment - finished the last chapter, and posted about 600 more words, but it was locked again _(:з"∠)_;

Originally wanted to be rotten, but I was forced to code words. Forget it, I won't be rotten today, and continue to work hard qwq;

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Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of 19602573; 5 bottles of Chengyou; 1 bottle of Gujiuqingqing;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

Chapter 46

The side sequence was damaged by the road seat.

An unrelated word can also be associated with astringent things.

Before this, he would never have thought this way, and would have apologized for his occasional evil thoughts.

But now, he has been trained by the road seat's various rants.

The side sequence is very confident about her size.

Not only is he tall and tall, he is also fully matched in other aspects, but he is not a silver wax gun head.

Therefore, it is not the "little thing" in the mouth of Lu Xi.

"Where is it?" Bian Xu grabbed his hand holding his chin with his backhand, not knowing whether it was unintentional or intentional, and lightly rubbed the back of the road seat's hand with his fingertips, causing a slight itch.

He meant something, Lu Xiwu's eyes swept over somewhere, even if he was wearing very ordinary elastic pants, he could still imagine how huge it was.

It is indeed not small, and the road seat even felt it with his hands.

Some images inevitably flashed in my mind, and Lu Xi seemed to hurriedly pull out his hand, "I'm young, I'm the youngest."

"You're not too young." Bian Xu was close, it might be that the kitchen was hot with the smell of fireworks, and the breath was so hot when talking, that Lu Xi felt that his cheeks seemed a little hot.

What do you mean? Obviously he is bigger than himself. Oh, he meant age.

The scene in which the two were comparing size came to mind, and he didn't dare to imagine that the picture was a bit beautiful.

The road seat took a step back and opened the distance a little, instinctively wanted to escape, and at the same time began to change the subject, "You, you are not too young."

Start to run away again.

Bian Xu knew, but this time he didn't plan to give Lu Xi a chance to back down.

"Yes, I'm not too young, it's time to have a home."

"Isn't your house quite big?"

Chicken and duck talk, there is not a sentence that Bian Xue likes to hear.

The road seat retreated step by step, step by step. After all, until the back of the road seat touched the wall and could not escape to the left or the right, did he realize a trace of danger.

Bianxue, knock yourself on the wall!

The man put his hands on his side, his arms were tense, and he lowered his head slightly, as if deliberately, all the hot air he exhaled when he spoke all sprinkled on the side of the road seat's neck.

His aggressiveness is so strong that even the so-called "overbearing president" on the road seat can't stand it, and even his legs are almost weak.

Because of this, Lu Xi didn't even dare to look at him, so he could only look away, staring at the muscles on his forearm.

"How did my proposal go?"

"What?" Lu Xi said that it was false. President, there is always a buffer period after falling ill, and for a while, he forgot what Bian Xu said before.

Why did he feel that after coming here this time, the side sequence was a little different.

Become, a little overbearing.

Ah, what should do, really like it.

Bian Xu imitated his previous posture of teasing himself, and his clean and slender fingers twisted the chin of the road seat, so that he could only see himself, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Is it okay to be your lover?"

After a long time without contact, he couldn't get through no matter how he called, and he couldn't get a response at all on WeChat. If it hadn't been learned from Ade that the road seat was fine, Bian Xu might have called the police.

Bian Xu didn't like this passive feeling so much, so he decided to take the initiative.

At least next, he wants to be able to grasp the whereabouts of the road seat.

It's not that you need to know where the road seats are all the time, but you don't want to disappear for a long time like before.

"What did you say? Say it again."

"Lu Xi, I want to be your lover."

Lu Xi almost wondered if he heard it wrong? He thought that Bian Xu was just joking before, not telling the truth.

After all, he had said a lot of similar things to him before, and he didn't take it seriously.

But now, looking at Bian Xue's more realistic appearance, listening to him repeating it over and over again, it seems that he really thinks so, not joking or for other reasons.

"But...but I don't have that much money." He tried to refuse Bianxue.

"I have money, I will call you."

How can anyone be a lover even if they make money for others? Is he to be his lover or his lover?

Lu Xi said he didn't understand, but he thought of another thing that he had doubted before, "Where do you get so much money, why do you pay me every day?"

"you saw it."

"Um."

"I saved it a long time ago."

Thinking that this road seat was becoming more and more curious about his past work, he thought that Bian Xu should be very poor, but he was able to spend more than two million yuan. Although more than two million yuan is still a small amount of money for a road seat, more than two hundred yuan 10,000, for the average working class, it can support at least one year of living expenses.