The villain of Kuaishou is a bug

Chapter 224

The flame in the fireplace was burning vigorously, the dim light of the fire illuminated the room, and the entire floor was covered with a soft carpet, making it extraordinarily warm.

The garden was covered with heavy snow, and the transparent windows were condensed with crystal-clear grilles, reflecting the snow in the garden in a hazy way.

The housekeeper shook off the snow from his body, and the red plums in his hand were in full bloom, and he put them in a vase on the tea table.

The black tea was steaming, and Sui Ling took a sip, her eyes calmly set on the computer screen.

In the earphones is the voice of the little assistant summarizing the annual meeting.

Sui Ling listened indifferently, the little assistant spoke perfectly and concisely, and she gave a slight "hmm" as affirmation.

The doorbell kept ringing, Sui Ling raised her eyes and glanced, the butler pushed her glasses and walked out the door.

The meeting here is wrapping up. The housekeeper frowned after seeing the people coming, and stood beside Sui Ling.

After the meeting ended, the butler said, "It's Mr. Lu."

Sui Ling was not surprised at all, her face was calm and clear, "I'll go and have a look."

The door was opened, and the girl put her hands in her pockets and walked out expressionlessly.

"busy?"

The man in front of him obviously lost a lot of weight, his face was haggard, and his dark circles were as heavy as if he had been punched.

"I... my dad asked me to come to you..."

"so?"

"I beg you to let the Lu family go."

Sui Ling thinks that the male lead has a big face.

She looked at Lu Chengjun with a half-smile, but didn't speak.

Lu Chengjun felt uncomfortable being stared at by Sui Ling's eyes, and the feeling of powerlessness and irritability came to his heart again, but he had to laugh along with him.

The snow fell even more, and the air-conditioning continued to drill into the bone marrow.

Sui Ling was not in the mood to spend too much time with the male lead, her voice was indifferent and calm, "Close the door and see off the guests."

"Okay, miss."

The housekeeper sent Sui Ling back to a place where Xueluo could not reach, and smiled politely at Lu Chengjun, without giving him any face, "Please go back, Mr. Lu."

This was Lu's last chance, and Lu Chengjun was not reconciled, he could only shout resolutely as he was stopped by the iron gate.

"Xi Suiling, you don't care about our friendship at all, are you so cruel?"

Hearing these words, Sui Ling stopped and turned around.

Lu Chengjun thought there was hope, before the corners of his mouth curled up, he heard the girl say, "What's my relationship with you?"

Lu Chengjun's expression froze, and the door was mercilessly closed in front of his eyes.

Having got the result, Lu Chengjun didn't have the face to knock on the door again, his hands hovered in the air, gradually turning red from the cold.

Breathing was cold, Lu Chengjun stood there for a long time, and finally left in despair.

[Congratulations to the tasker who has successfully made the male protagonist Lu Chengjun pay the due price. The progress of the main task is 2/3. Please continue to work hard. 】

Sui Ling sat by the fireplace, biting a biscuit, and sent the plan about the Lu family to Lihou Jiangbei, and a cold mechanical voice sounded in her mind.

Hmm... Isn't it too shabby for Mrs. Lu to give him a New Year's gift?

Sui Ling turned off the notebook, looked at the burning fireplace flames, and frowned thoughtfully.

After a moment of contemplation, Sui Ling seemed to have thought of something, bent her lower lip, and the warm light of fire flowed in her eyes, impregnated with warmth.

……

……

As the New Year approached, the housekeeper bought a lot of New Year's goods for the old house. Sui Ling heard that Zhu Yan bought many things himself, which was a little strange.

The original low-luxury and elegant decoration is stained with a unique Chinese New Year flavor. Red silver bamboo is placed in every corner of the living room, which is festive and warm.

It was three poles high in the sun, and Sui Ling slowly got up from the bed, washed up briefly, and went downstairs casually.

"Little girl."

A warm and smiling voice came from above, Sui Ling frowned and raised her head casually.

The young man was standing on the ladder, wearing a red gown, his black hair was tied up by a red headband, and the end of the headband was embroidered with elegant golden silk auspicious clouds.

He held delicate red window grilles in his hand, and his whole body was filled with the joy of the new year.

"Is there a sticker?" Zhu Yan's eyes were bright, full of warmth, and he turned around and asked with his lips bent.

"Yeah." Sui Ling glanced at him casually, and responded lightly.

Hearing this, Zhu Yan was satisfied and pasted the red window grilles on, and got down from the ladder.

Zhu Yan looked up expectantly, but saw that the window grilles were crooked.

Zhu Yan: "..."

"It's all crooked..." Zhu Yan pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, "Why did the little girl say 'hmm'?"

"Crooked, down, good fortune, good fortune." Sui Ling opened his eyes and talked nonsense, succinctly.

"It doesn't look good if it's crooked."

"Your stickers look good."

Zhu Yan always felt that Sui Ling was perfunctory, but what she said was nice and useful to him, so there was no way to refute it.

Zhu Yan bit her lower lip, stretched out her arms to hug Suiling, and said with a smile, "I want the little girl to post it with me."

Sui Ling: "..."

A little troublesome.

It was too difficult to refuse the young man's gaze, and Sui Ling was silent for a long time before reluctantly responding.

But it is still impossible to do it by hand.

Bamboo sticks, she looked at.

As for whether the post will be straight or crooked, it depends on Zhu Yan's own level.

Every time after posting, Zhu Yan felt dumbfounded.

But he wouldn't and was reluctant to talk about the little girl because of these trivial things, so he could only figure out how to make it look better.

The noon meal was cooked by the housekeeper and Zhu Yan, and Sui Ling was only responsible for leaning on the sofa and watching TV, although she didn't pay much attention to the TV.

The aroma of the kitchen was overflowing, Zhu Yan put the dishes on the table, the smile on the corners of his lips was clean and sincere, and his gentleness remained undiminished.

The butler was carrying the dishes, and his eyes kept lingering on the young man, becoming more and more satisfied the more he looked.

He can cook, has his own business, looks good, and the point is to be nice to the young lady.

It really is the son-in-law that the master left for the young lady back then!

Sitting at the dining table, Sui Ling's gaze stayed on the butler for a moment, and then slowly moved to Zhu Yan.

She could clearly feel the butler's kind and satisfied attitude towards the young man, which was a 360-degree change from the previous polite alienation.

What kind of ecstasy soup did this person give others?
Bought for a meal?

Not so much.

Pushed a bowl of chicken soup in front of him, Zhu Yan couldn't hide the pride in his voice, "I boiled it myself, try it."

Sui Ling picked it up and took a sip, the thick aroma of chicken soup lingering between her lips and teeth.

Well, delicious indeed.

Can buy people.

"tastes good."

"As long as the little girl likes it."

After the meal, Zhu got bored and disappeared. Knowing that he was in the back garden, Sui Ling didn't pay much attention, and went back to the study to make the final conclusion to Lu's affairs.

The snow stopped in the morning, and it was rare for several days of heavy snow to show up, but the snow layer still could not be melted.

In the tranquility, the cracking sound of firecrackers suddenly sounded in the back garden. Sui Ling paused when she was typing on the keyboard, typed and sent the last paragraph, and turned off the computer.

The view of the back garden cannot be seen from the study room, but Sui Ling can make a rough guess.

Sui Ling picked up her phone and sent a message to her little assistant.

She wasn't in a hurry to receive a reply, she turned off the screen after sending it, and walked downstairs.

(End of this chapter)