Gu Xiuming raised his eyes, his eyes turned up, and his clear and noble eyebrows had a hint of evil, just like a young master from the Wei and Jin Dynasties, but his tone of voice was not very polite.
"If you can't speak, just shut up!"
The brother chuckled and continued to move forward.
"Aren't you curious? That's your fiancée. I remember we played house together when we were kids."
As a child?
Gu Xiuming leaned back, crossed his legs, held the bar in one hand, and supported his chin in the other.
He really doesn't remember his childhood.
What was Lu Xixin like as a child?
Probably very pretty. Because Gu Xiuming has liked to play with pretty girls since he was a child. If she was not pretty, he would not play house together.
But no matter how beautiful the girl is, she cannot withstand the wear and tear of time. After being beaten by wind and rain, the flowers will either wither or become frosty and cold plums.
Gu Xiuming didn't like either withered flowers or frosty plum blossoms.
One is disabled and the other is cold.
Boring and boring.
If it weren't for his close relationship with the Lu family, he wouldn't even want to come today.
Seeing that Gu Xiuming was not interested in Lu Xixin, the others became a little more bold and started to make fun of her.
"I don't know what Miss Lu, who grew up outside, is like. Is she even half as good as Lu Yaqing?"
"What are you thinking about? It would be great if you can catch up to one-tenth of Yaqing."
"That's right. People outside look like this. They are either shy and timid and have a family spirit, or they are bitter and cunning, or they are vain and ambitious."
While he was talking, the door on the side was suddenly pushed open, and a graceful figure walked in.
The fire-like long skirt wrapped around her concave and convex figure, and her profile was delicate. From Gu Xiuming's angle, you could see her plump forehead, crow-winged eyelashes, and tall and petite hair.
nose.
She walked from the darkness into the light and shadow, and her fiery red dress made everyone around her look like a back figure, losing their color in an instant.
In the silent hall, the clock on the white wall chimed in a moderate tone.