Chapter 622

Lu Yuran also inquired about Chi Yongheng. He was sure that he didn't have any tasks today, so he opened his notebook to follow the group to play the game. He said that this game was designed by Hongzhi at that time. Before Song Yuanxu was separated from Lu Yuran, Lu Yuran heard about Hongzhi. What surveillance video devices and various systems would he invent when he was young Software is really an all rounder.

After being a rice bug for a day, I finally got a call from Song Yuanxu, "hello?" Lu Yuran said a word lazily.

"How was your life at home?" Song Yuanxu asked.

Lu Yu said with a cold face: "hum! If I knew this, I should go back to Qingchi first. It's boring to be alone here. "

In fact, Yuan Xu didn't make you smile when he was outside

"What's the fun? Some of her friends are in Qingchi, and Xiaoxia is married again. It is estimated that now she and Hongzhi are planning where to spend their honeymoon. Who can take care of me? " Lu Yuran complained, "I've been a rice bug for a day at home. After all, it's not my home. I always feel uncomfortable."

"How could it not be your home? Will it not be our home in the future? " Song Yuanxu emphatically reminded us of the word "we", and then went on to say, "OK, now the express should have arrived. I'll come back to see it in a moment, and I'll change my clothes quickly, eh?" After that, he hung up immediately.

This just hung up the phone, immediately came a call to come over, looked at the "express phone" four words, Lu Yuran almost no hesitation to answer the phone, "hello."

"Is this Miss Lu Yuran?"

"Yes." Lu Yuran said.

"Your express is here." Express brother continued to answer.

"Well, I'll sign for it."

After that, he hung up the phone and immediately went downstairs to take the dress up. When he got to the room, he saw a kind of white and purple dress appeared in front of him at the moment of opening the box. It always seemed that Lu Yuran was a little bit of a casual reader. He did not deny song Yuanxu's aesthetic taste. This dress was really beautiful, but at the same time, she was really harmful She was afraid that she could not afford the dress, so she was still a little frightened.

However, when she changed into this dress and looked at herself in the mirror, she was stunned for a moment. Is this her own? Suddenly, she couldn't return. At this moment, a tall figure appeared behind her, with a warm smile on her face, and two words from her thin lips, "true beauty". The voice was so light that it could almost be blown by a gust of wind.

But Lu Yuran soon regained consciousness and said with a smile, "I'm afraid I can't wear such a dress myself."

"Who says my woman can't wear such a dress?" Song Yuanxu then turned Lu Yu and looked at the woman in front of him. If he didn't have to hurry up, he really wanted to wipe her out.

"Well, it will be more beautiful when you put on your make-up. Come on, go!" After song Yuanxu finished, he pulled Lu Yuran to the outside.

"Hello! no Is that how I left? "

I still remember that when Lu Yuran was on a mission, she usually took care of the dinner party and make-up by herself. Although the makeup technique can't be said to be a senior makeup artist, it's still OK. After all, a killer like her must do everything. There's no one, but suddenly she has to go to the modeling house that song Yuanxu ordered himself. Lu Yuran still has to go It's really not suitable. It's just going to a party. It doesn't need to be gorgeous.

When she arrived at the modeling house, Lu Yuran sat on it and let the make-up artist take care of her whole make-up and the whole decoration of her hair style. Song Yuanxu's face was once again in a curve. However, such a smile made the makeup artists here completely obsessed. After all, they had never seen song Yuanxu smile.

Song Yuanxu said to Lu Yuran, "Yuran, this time I want you to meet, not only the creator of this banquet, but also the most important relative in our family."

When Lu Yuran heard this, he couldn't help being stunned, "what do you mean?"

"My uncle is my mother's brother." Song Yuanxu said.

Lu Yuran almost forgot that an Shiqi should have been Ji, not an. After Ji's family was destroyed, only Jilun and anshiqi were left. The rest of them were almost dead, which made her suddenly realize, "Oh? I almost forgot such a thing. You do have an uncle

After about an hour, her hairstyle was finally finished, and she looked very delicate. Everyone thought Lu Yuran was really a good immortal. In fact, Lu Yuran had heard this for many times. It seems that in the hearts of her girlfriends, she always thinks that no matter what kind of dress she wears, she can make up for this In the future, when I put on my wedding dress, I guess everyone said that she was like a fairy daughter. Although it was a compliment, it would be good to give such a compliment only once, but if there were more, it would feel a little greasy and crooked.After walking out of the modeling house, he sat on song Yuanxu's Bentley. Song Yuanxu even sniffed her body. Lu Yuran said in disgust: "OK, Xiaoxu, don't do this. Drive well."

"My woman is really beautiful." Song Yuanxu's smile was even bigger.

Lu Yuran just breathed a deep sigh of relief. Song Yuanxu didn't understand, "what's the matter?"

Lu Yuran's face showed a very reluctant smile, "not really. In fact, I'm very afraid that others say I'm immortal. I've heard this sentence more than ten times. At the beginning, I thought it was ok, but after a long time, I was somehow bored. I thought you would say that I'm immortal again. It's really lucky!"

Seeing Lu Yuran's expression of relief, song Yuanxu was amused. It was the first time he heard that he didn't like others to say that he was a good immortal. However, song Yuanxu would not say that he thought they were right and immortal. However, song Yuanxu didn't think that he thought they were right.

Song Yuanxu's Bentley has stopped in front of the hotel. It is Ji Lun who comes to meet him. He has not seen his nephew for a long time, so he is always very excited about his nephew. Song Yuanxu smiles and says hello, "uncle."

Jilun gently stroked his head, as if he was a child, like to touch his head, "well, good, so big."