Chapter 136 (2/2)
When aunts and aunts discussed which world-class brand of new products is best to see which star has become the boss's mistress and mistress, who bought a luxury house in Europe and so on, they finally focused on Lu Chaoge, who sat there all night and said hello when they came.
”Chaoge, which school are you working as a vice principal? What's good about being a vice principal? How much can I pay you in a month? It's not enough for me to buy an Hermes Scarf - ”
” don't you understand? Chaoge is because of hobbies. Can hobbies be linked to money? Besides, isn't the song of the dynasty against the stream? There is a big tree running by the river, and Chaoge is worried about money? ”
”Yes. Chaoge, you tell aunt, when will you and Zhuliu get married? I'm still waiting for your wedding wine. The woman who spoke looked at Ren Jin, who was sitting beside Lu Chaoge and was chasing the river, and said, ”Ren Jin, don't you hurry me if you are a mother?”
Ren Jin, with the red wine in his hand, swayed gracefully and tasted it carefully. Then he replied, ”it's useless for me to hurry up about children's affairs. But don't worry, you won't have to wait too long. Zhuliu and Chaoge grew up together, with deep feelings - I am the mother of Chaoge now, and I will be the mother of Chaoge later. ”
”Yes. I also think it's a sure thing. I can't run. ” A lady echoed.
”The song of Lu Dynasty and the river are a natural couple. This is well known in our flower city. ”
”Chaoge, don't say that my aunt didn't remind you. You have to catch a man like Jiang Zhuliu. There are so many beautiful women out there, and they have no face or skin. Don't let them take them away. It's too late to regret. ”
Lu Chaoge felt that his mouth was dry and his tongue was irritable, and his body was burning like fire. She has the urge to retch and feel nauseous, but in the face of these 'relatives' in front of her, these seven aunts and aunts who usually have little contact with each other, she still has to nod and smile stiffly.
This kind of hypocritical interpersonal relationship processing is so tiring that it's more painful than working overtime for a week in a row.
Just then, a handsome man walked behind Lu Chaoge.
He put his hands on the back of the chair where Lu Chaoge sat, bent over Lu Chaoge's ears and asked softly, ”isn't it uncomfortable?”
”There are some.” Lu Chaoge whispered.
Jiang Zhuliu, the heroine discussed by these aunts and aunts, appeared.
”Give me thirty seconds.” The river said with a smile.
He looked up at all the ladies in the room, with a soft smile on his face, and said, ”ladies, I know you are having a good talk, but I have to disturb you. When Chaoge went out today, her stomach was a little uncomfortable. I want to take her back to have a rest.”
”How can we refuse such a request?”
”Chasing the stream is really a considerate and good man. It's so happy to sing a song -”
”let's go. Young people's time is precious. It's not as boring as we old people - ”
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although some people are disgusted with the river '.
”I'm sorry. I'll go back first. ” Lu Chaoge stands up and apologizes to all present.
The black Bentley is driving fast on the road. Jiang Zhuliu looks at Lu Chaoge sitting in the passenger cab and says with a smile, ”Chaoge, it's still early. Do you want to find a place to drink?”
Lu Chaoge refused and said, ”I'm tired. I want to have a rest. ”
”All right. I'll take you back. ” The river said with a smile. There is no unhappiness because of Lu Chaoge's refusal.
Lu Chaoge nodded and looked out of the window at the night view of Huacheng.
The night in Huacheng is charming, but she seldom enjoys it.
Just then, familiar buildings appeared.
”Stop at the school gate.” Lu Chaoge suddenly said.
”Chaoge, aren't you tired?” Asked Jiang Zhuliu doubtfully.
”Suddenly I want to go to school.” Lu Chaoge said.
Cha -
the luxury car silently stops at the school gate of Zhuque middle school, and Lu Chaoge unbuckles his seat belt to get off.
”Song of the morning” -- the river is speechless. ”Shall I go in with you?”
Lu Chaoge stopped to think and said, ”next time.”
The muscles on Jiang Zhuliu's face were thin and sniffy. He smiled and said, ”next time.”He knows that many times what women say next time is actually no next time.