Chapter 18

She took a bite of the bread as if she were going to bite a piece of Lu Shifeng's meat.

That man probably felt from the bottom of his heart that women should stay at home and take care of their internal affairs. What kind of woman is in charge, what is not allowed to work outside, what is to obey his orders... Wake up and die early in the morning!

Su Xingyu make complaints about himself in his heart, etc.

Lu Shifeng is actually a feudal cancer?!

She was frightened by what she thought.

"You, your young master..." she hesitated and didn't know how to use her words. "Do you like that kind of woman, that kind of woman with three obediences and four virtues... Oh no, gentle and graceful?" If that's the case, she'll probably go crazy. She's a girl with ideas from childhood to adulthood. She's so tender and considerate that it's killing.

But mother GUI said, "I don't know what kind of woman the young master likes. However, I used to hear him teach Miss Shiyin a lesson, saying that girls should have rules and be polite."

That's it.

Straight male cancer... Right straight male cancer! Su Xingyu is about to cry. She doesn't know how lucky she is. She can marry a person casually. Can she marry such a rare flower?

She ate her breakfast full of melancholy, took out her mobile phone and posted on the Internet:

My husband is a straight man. What should I do with cancer? Urgent, online, etc.]

The post was posted in a photography forum she used to go to, emotional gossip plate. No way, she has always been very little Internet, often go to the forum that one, other places she is not familiar with. Just post soon, received a lot of reply, her appearance let the whole forum are fried pot——

[my God, what do I see? Is the star's account revived

[star goddess?! Is it really the legendary star goddess?! I haven't landed in these two years!]

Is it the original one or the stolen one

Sister goddess, sign for me

[sister goddess and I are in the same frame, screenshot]

[goddess of stars, come on, a MEDA of love!]

... all kinds of things, from the first floor to the back.

Su Xingyu found that it was a mistake that he didn't register an account again for convenience. Her "Star" account is too famous. Since many years ago, she has been using this account to communicate with a group of photography lovers. She often puts her works on the forum for everyone to enjoy, and answers many questions about photography skills.

Her mother is mu Yun. Whether she is a famous teacher or a good apprentice, or a general without a dog, her level is far beyond the vast majority of people in this forum with the photo notebook left by her mother and her own exploration.

Netizens call her goddess and worship her in the field of photography.

With a wry smile, she looked at the sea of posts, pulled them down, and then pulled them down... Finally, she saw a few pieces of not too crooked buildings in the process of seeking group photo, touching and communication

Sister goddess, are you married? My heart is broken

[star, you married a straight man? Crouching trough is really a good cabbage. It's arched by pigs. It's far away! Hurry up!]

[sister Xingchen, I haven't seen you for two years. So you went to get married? What do you say when I grow up

[it's easy to deal with straight male cancer, just hate him!]

Don't pay attention to him. You can do whatever you want. As long as you don't have steamed stuffed buns, he can't help you

The question is, can she get rid of steamed buns?

Su Xingyu is going to cry again. Netizens have put forward a lot of suggestions, but to sum up, there are only a few points to be summed up, such as, against him, against him, and against him If she can stand Lu Shifeng, she still needs to post on the Internet!

There is no love in life.

Su Xingyu sighs and replies to his mobile phone with ten fingers. He thanks the netizens for their kindness and tells everyone that he has had a good time in the past two years. A small red exclamation mark pops up in the upper right corner, and then the mailbox icon appears. It is someone in the forum who sends a private message to her. She opened it and saw a netizen named Cang'er who she met two years ago

[star, is it really you? Two years ago, it disappeared without saying hello. Now is it a return

This Cang'er is a very chatty friend on the forum. She has a high level of photography. She once told her that she worked for a large magazine. She thought about it and replied:

[two years ago, something happened. I won't touch photography for the time being. Today, I just came up to have a look

Cang'er: [do you want to get married and wash your hands to make soupSu Xingyu: Yes

Cang'er: [it's a pity. Originally our magazine wanted to shoot a group of diamond portraits, but we couldn't find a qualified photographer. I'm going to ask if you are interested in it.]

Su Xingyu is also very sorry: [no, thank you. I'm going offline. Goodbye

Cang'er: [take care, goodbye.]

Su Xingyu: [goodbye.]

She sent out the message and stared at the interface for a long time. What she saw again was not just a friend, but a dream that belonged to her. Her heart sour, suddenly, see the news again, or canger:

Did you really marry a straight man with cancer

It's true

[you...] it seems that Cang'er at that end doesn't know what to say. After several minutes, new news comes in. [I've been doing well in recent years. If you need any help, just let me know.]

Su Xingyu is very grateful to him. As a netizen on the forum, it's very rare to say that. But she still declined, for nothing else, even if Cang'er mixed well, what? He didn't know it was Lu Shifeng. In this world, not many people can afford to offend Lu Shifeng.

I went down the line.

There is no way for Su Xingyu to help himself.

She decided to go ahead with the landing and try to have a good relationship with him, and then try to make other plans.

That night, she was really in the living room waiting for Lu Shifeng to come home. In late spring, the night was as cool as water. She wore a thin shirt and curled up on the sofa sleepy. It was about twelve o'clock when the door of the villa was opened and the wind lamp under the corridor was on. Then a man came in with a chill in the night wind.

Tonight, he is still wearing a black suit, meticulous.

Seeing her, he seemed to be a little surprised: "not sleeping yet?"

"I'm waiting for you," she stood up from the sofa, her single clothes on her shoulders scattered to the ground with her actions, but she didn't realize it. She just looked at him with a little care. "You said that I would wait for you to go home in the future."

It's true that he said so, but she didn't expect to comply with it on the first day.

He had thought that after such harsh treatment last night, she would need a period of time to take care of her body - after all, he was not gentle in the bed room and hurt her.