The full text of Lin Qingyu and Lu Xun's yandere husband is so flirtatious Chapter 179: The death of a large company, sisters-in-law with the same style of strawberries!
Chapter 179: The death of a large company, sisters-in-law with the same style of strawberries!
Chapter 50 She doesn’t want to cause trouble, but that doesn’t mean she is afraid of trouble!
How many times a week?
Lin Qingyu's face instantly turned as red as cooked crayfish.
How could anyone ask so straightforwardly?
From Lu Xun's perspective, he could see a small crimson ear with short fine hairs on the outline, which looked extremely cute.
He couldn't hold back and took Lin Qingyu's warm earlobe in his mouth.
Lin Qingyu reacted greatly, and her body trembled.
Lu Xun seemed very satisfied with her reaction and laughed softly: "Mrs. Lu, you haven't told me how many times a week you can go back to your room?"
"Ah? Is this what you just said?" Lin Qingyu said it stupidly without thinking.
After she said it, she wished she could bite off her tongue.
Lu Xun was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily: "What do you think, Mrs. Lu? I can cooperate if you need it."
Lu Xun's hearty laughter sounded in his ears, and Lin Qingyu felt heat waves on his face.
She covered her ears and said angrily: "Don't say any more! It's about falling in love anyway, and I didn't agree. You...you can't enter my house."
Lu Xun thinks his little wife is so cute.
Her cheeks are rosy and her coquettish look is so cute that it makes you want to swallow it in one gulp.
He seemed to have discovered new fun, a new, fresh Lin Qingyu. He quickly held her tight for a moment, kissed her on the back of her head, and solemnly said: "Mrs. Lu, starting from tomorrow
, I will definitely chase you."
Lin Qingyu's heart skipped a beat.
Lu Xun added: "Try to get into the house as soon as possible."
Lin Qingyu:......
Why hadn't she noticed that Uncle Lu Yan was so crooked before?
But she didn't know why, but every time she nestled in his arms, she always felt inexplicably at ease.
There were so many things happening throughout the day that Lin Qingyu fell asleep as soon as he relaxed.
When she was breathing evenly, Lu Xun quietly took out his cell phone and sent a message to Zhou Nan.
[The four wheels of Wang Chongyang’s car were punctured.]
After a pause, he felt confused and added.
[He punctured all the wheels in his garage.]
Zhou Nan:......
The next day, Lin Qingyu had breakfast in the ward and hurried to school.
What she wore today was the pink and purple woolen jacket given to her by Lu Xun, paired with a white scarf. She looked graceful and youthful.
As soon as she entered the teaching building, she was stunned.
Director Wang Mei was wearing the same coat as her and was being praised by a group of teachers.
"Oh, Director Wang, this dress really matches your temperament!"
"The quality of this dress is really good. Isn't it quite expensive?"
"This color complements your skin so well."
...
Listening to these compliments, Lin Qingyu subconsciously wanted to take a longer way and leave in a low profile.
She didn't want anyone to find out that she and Wang Mei were wearing matching clothes.
Fortunately, as soon as she turned around, Luo Jiaren's sister stopped her.
"Ah! Teacher Lin, what a coincidence, you and the director are wearing the same clothes today."
Lin Qingyu's body stiffened slightly, and it was natural to hear that these words were deliberately provoking trouble.
She doesn't want to cause trouble and has always kept a low profile. She avoids minor troubles that don't matter if she can, but that doesn't mean she's afraid of getting into trouble.
"It's quite a coincidence." Lin Qingyu turned around with a warm smile and walked towards Teacher Luo gracefully, "Teacher Luo has really good eyesight. He doesn't look like someone who repeatedly calculates wrong results."
When Luo Jiaren's sister heard this, her face suddenly darkened.
Last time, she miscalculated the total Chinese score of the whole class, thinking that she had surpassed Lin Qingyu's class and became the first in the grade in Chinese, so she started crowing in the office.
As a result, not long after, the Academic Affairs Office informed her that she had double-counted and her total score was not that high at all.
The embarrassing incident that time was brought out again, and Sister Luo Jiaren was a little embarrassed.
But she was not a light-hearted person, so she quickly continued to stir up trouble: "Let's see, does this dress look better on Director Wang, or does it look better on Lin Qingyu?"
As soon as he said these words, he undoubtedly put Lin Qingyu on the fire.
Several teachers looked embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
Wang Mei and Lin Qingyu, not to mention their age difference, are not even remotely different in appearance.
When Lin Qingyu first entered the school, she was known as the school beauty teacher who was rare in the school for ten years.
And Wang Mei is not only mediocre in appearance, her waist is also a bit too thick.
If two people wear the same clothes, anyone with a discerning eye will know who looks better.
But where is Wang Mei's identity? No one wants to speak the truth.
Teachers, you look at me and I look at you, they are all quiet.
Lin Qingyu looked at sister Luo Jiaren with a warm smile: "Since the question was raised by Teacher Luo, why not let Teacher Luo answer it for all of us."
When everyone heard this, they responded in unison.
"That's right!"
"Yes, Teacher Luo, tell me."
At this time, Wang Mei also looked at sister Luo Jiaren curiously, making her scalp stiff.
Sister Luo Jiaren didn't expect that Lin Qingyu would hit the ball back to her, so in the end she could only say bluntly: "Of course they have their own merits. But this dress is a little more expensive, and it takes someone of a certain age to wear it with such aura."
The implication is that Director Wang is even better.
Lin Qingyu smiled: "I don't think so."
When Sister Luo Jiaren heard this, her eyes widened and she looked at Lin Qingyu in disbelief, feeling that she was simply crazy.
To refute her is not to say that Wang Mei doesn't look good in this dress, but she looks good in it?
Facing everyone's shocked gazes, Lin Qingyu explained slowly.
"As Teacher Luo said, clothes need to be worn to give off an aura. But I personally don't think that Teacher Luo said that Director Wang wears such aura because of his age. I personally think that it is Director Wang's own experience and cultivation that gives him such an aura.
Let her wear this kind of aura."
As soon as the voice fell, sister Luo Jiaren realized something was wrong and quickly explained: "Director Wang, I... I didn't just mean that you are older than Lin Qingyu..."
After saying that, Sister Luo Jiaren slapped herself angrily.
Wang Mei glared at her sideways and said nothing.
Everyone snickered secretly, and just as they were about to disperse, two parents from a class came over with a strange look.
"It's really strange to see a teacher wearing the latest season's jacket from the V family in school."
These two parents were the same parents who had begged Wang Mei several times to transfer Lin Qingyu back, but they were all rejected by Wang Mei.
At this moment, the two rich ladies cast their unkind eyes on Wang Mei's clothes.
Sister Luo Jiaren immediately protected Wang Mei and said: "What's so strange about this? Our teacher can't wear any kind of V-style jacket!"
One of the parents walked up to Luo Jiaren's sister and raised the corner of his mouth: "Yes, yes, but I'm curious, how much is a teacher's monthly salary, and how can he afford a coat worth 150,000?"
When the voice fell, everyone was so shocked that their eyes almost fell out.
150,000 for a coat?
Lin Qingyu himself was also frightened.
The noble lady's head smiled, her inquiring eyes falling on Lin Qingyu and Wang Mei, going back and forth, and continued her strange path.
"I heard that Teacher Lin is married to a nice husband and wears a pink heart diamond ring that costs tens of millions. Naturally, he can afford this 150,000-piece coat."
As soon as the voice fell, Lin Qingyu was stunned and looked at the ring on his hand numbly.