Chapter 9 009: Matchmaker Ms. Lu (first update)

He said: "You have exchanged gems for me, and the camera is yours now."

After saying that, he went upstairs.

The business leader raised his head and looked at his shadow on the ground.

In the house, Ms. Lu Changan and Jing Hedong were washing fruits in the kitchen.

Jing Hedong looked outside first, and when he saw that there was no one in the living room, he asked his wife privately: "What were you doing at the dinner table just now?"

Ms. Lu held up her newly made manicure and peeled the grape skin: "Nothing."

"This is the first time a girl comes to visit me. It's not appropriate to ask questions."

It was inconvenient to peel the grapes during manicure, so she threw them on the plate: "I just asked a few common questions. Is there anything inappropriate?"

Jing Hedong turned off the faucet, washed his hands, and peeled grapes for his wife: "I don't know about you yet. You think this girl is good-looking, so you want to match her, right?"

The intention should never be too obvious.

"Don't you think she is a good match for our Zhaobao family?"

"Where is it suitable? You don't even know what other girls do."

"Ah, I forgot to ask." But Ms. Lu didn't care, her mind was filled with the image of two beautiful people holding each other for three years, "It doesn't matter what they do, they look so perfect, and the child they gave birth to will be

How beautiful that is."

Jing Hedong fed the peeled grapes to his wife's mouth: "Just look at your face."

Ms. Lu ate the grapes and slapped his hand away: "How can I care about your face? If I care about your face, can I fall in love with you?"

Jing Hedong, who is 1.87 meters tall and as strong as a bear: "..."

In a certain cartoon about two bears fighting to chop down a tree and become bald, the main character looks like he was drawn after him.

Therefore, it was a wonder that Princess Lu could fall in love with Jing Hedong, a poor bodyguard.

"Our family, Jing Zhao, is only twenty-six, why are you in such a hurry?"

Ms. Lu was so anxious that she stared at people: "Can I not be anxious? He looks like that, but he doesn't talk to a girl, and he runs abroad every three days. Every time he comes back, he is injured. Which photographer is like him?

He has stab wounds and gunshot wounds, and I don’t know what he is doing outside. Can I not be anxious? I’m afraid that one day he will leave like this and never come back.”

Jing Zhao has such a temperament that he keeps everything to himself and doesn't say anything.

He is like a gust of wind, no one can keep him, even Ms. Lu can't see him more than a few times throughout the year.

Jing Hedong comforted his wife: "Don't think too much. Didn't my son say that he went to a war-torn country to film battlefields?"

"Can I not think too much? He didn't tell me anything." Ms. Lu is not the kind of person who is in a hurry to have a grandson, but she just has no choice. "I just want him to settle down as soon as possible so that his wife can take care of it."

Hold him so that he can't go anywhere."

Jing Hedong continued to feed his wife grapes.

Ms. Lu pushed his hand away: "Were you educating me just now?"

How could Jing Hedong educate his wife? He didn't have the courage: "No, I'm just reminding you."

A spoiled woman is unreasonable: "You are."

Jing Hedong surrendered instantly: "Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Ms. Lu Changan snorted, didn't care about him, and returned to the living room with the grapes.

Just ask a businessman to be there.

"Lingling, when will your things be moved?"

The business leader said: "Tomorrow afternoon."

"Can you move it alone?"

"I hired a moving company."

Lu Changan sat next to the business leader: "By the way, what do you do, leader?"

The business leader looked away, suddenly feeling uneasy.

Ms. Lu saw that she was embarrassed: "Isn't it convenient to say it?"

She shook her head, hesitated for a while, and finally confessed: "I am a corpse plastic surgeon and work in a funeral home."

No one who works in a funeral home will take the initiative to say what they do.

Although we are in a civilized era, some superstitious ideas are still deeply rooted. Although the funeral industry is not discriminated against, it is indeed disliked by others.

Ms. Lu was shocked after hearing this.

The business leader lowered his head, feeling very disappointed: "If you think it's inappropriate for me to live here -"

Ms. Lu immediately said: "What's wrong? I just didn't expect you to be so powerful. Your job cannot be done by ordinary people. What you can do is an extraordinary person."

The business leader suddenly raised his head, his eyes sparkling: "Don't you think it's unlucky?"

"What's the bad luck? Who won't die?"

The businessman once encountered an exaggerated landlord who threw red beans and salt at her.

She said thank you with red eyes.

Ms. Lu looked distressed and thought that this girl must have suffered a lot from doing this job.

On Tuesday, Jingjian went back to school.

Jing Zhao went out in the morning and went to his studio, which was located in an old alley.

Darlings, the typo has not been corrected yet, my mother called me to eat.
Chapter completed!