This villain's style is crooked

Although the chef handled it well, Lu Yuan's nose could still smell a faint smell of radish.

With a smile, he picked up the western knife and cut the snake's head.

The tenderness inside is exposed.

Sure enough, it was carved from a radish.

Lu Yuan switched to a spoon again, filled half a spoonful of the viscous liquid, and put it into his mouth.

As expected, it is purple potato puree mixed with batter without coloring.

After tasting the so-called dishes, Lu Yuan picked up the napkin and wiped away the food residue from the corner of his mouth, with a teasing tone:

"Thank you, Ms. Lin, for your hospitality. The taste is very good."

I thought the girl would show a disappointed look, but her smile remained unchanged, and even inexplicable expectations rose in Jianshui Qiutong.

Lu Yuan was a little puzzled.

The chef is his own, and he absolutely dare not watch deer tea add other "seasoning" without reporting.

What's more, the food was brought by the maid from the kitchen, and it didn't go through Lucha's hands.

What the hell did she do again?

Lu Yuan suddenly remembered the soil on the soles of Lucha's shoes.

Only the back mountain and the garden are not paved. Could it be that she did the same thing as me?

But he felt that it was not that simple.

Lu Yuan ate this meal absent-mindedly, but Lu Cha was satisfied, rubbing his soft belly and sighing:

The chef's skill is really good~

After dinner, Lu Yuan took the elevator to the study on the third floor as usual.

This has been his habit for many years, reading some books before going to bed to maintain inner peace.

As the heavy mahogany door is pushed open, the cool aroma of pine needles slowly drifts in.

Lu Yuan controlled the wheelchair and came to the table.

Under the dim lamp, the book he had turned upside down on the table suddenly moved strangely.

More than one scorched red tail quietly poked out from below.

There was a hissing sound that made the scalp tingle.

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

He pulled out the metal envelope knife that was pressed aside, and opened the book with the black cover.

A few green bamboo leaves hovered over his table, spitting out bright red letters.

There is also a small white egg with a little dirt in the middle.

Lu Yuan: Egg?

"I didn't expect Mr. Lu to have a hobby of incubating." A pleasant voice came from behind him.

Lu Yuan turned the wheelchair around.

It just so happened that deer tea had already walked over.

Snapped!

A small green snake with a deflated head was thrown near Zhuyeqing.

Lu Cha was very satisfied: "The family is finally reunited!"

Look at the same color, the same body shape, it's not in vain that she went to the back of the mountain to plan other people's nests!

Looking at the desk messed up by the group of snakes, Lu Yuan's gloomy eyes were filled with horrific blood, like the fireworks all over the sky, exuding a penetratingly dangerous aura.

However, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he smiled like a spring breeze.

Obviously suppressing his anger, even his hoarse voice had a hint of gnashing of teeth:

"Miss Lin is really caring."

"It's close to Zhuzhechi." Lucha contemplated a wave, and finally waved his little hand: "Then I won't disturb you chatting with Xiaolu's seven aunts and eight aunts."

"Good night."

After Lu Cha left, Lu Yuan's gloomy gaze fell on a Zhuyeqing crawling towards him.

The little snake showed its sharp fangs arrogantly.

Swish!

The envelope knife stabbed at the seven-inch position fiercely, and picked out the small bright red heart.

The little snake twisted its body in pain, hissing weakly, and gradually lost its breath.

Blood flowed down the table and dripped onto the cold floor, deepening the original redness.

The other Zhuyeqing seemed to sense the danger, and they hovered around the snake eggs obediently, not daring to move rashly.

Lu Yuan couldn't hide his irritability, his face half hidden in the darkness was as cold as ice, and there was a hostility between his brows.

It seems that something needs to be done to calm the manic depression in my heart.

Maybe just clean it up.

He threw away the envelope knife, pressed the call bell on the armrest of the wheelchair, and went to get the top book stacked aside.

But suddenly there was a tingling pain from the fingertips.

Lu Yuan frowned slightly, and withdrew his hand.

A bead of blood had spilled from the fingertips.

He turned the direction of the desk lamp and shone in the past, and the cover of the book shone with a little luster.

Looking carefully, Lu Yuan discovered that there were a row of densely packed needles that were hard to notice.

He instantly understood what Lucha was expecting during dinner.

She did it on purpose.

Distract him from thinking, and then use Zhuyeqing to lower his vigilance, just so that he can be pricked by a needle.

Find out his habits and estimate his possible actions.

Lu Yuan looked at the pile of books on the other side.

Sure enough, it was also filled with fine needles.

Prepare with both hands, no matter which direction he comes from, he will touch it in the end.

Lu Yuan laughed lowly, his shoulders trembling slightly.

He raised his hand to cover his lips, but the uncontrollable laughter still overflowed from between his fingers.

From the bottom of my heart, which was as dull as stagnant water, it seemed like a wild beast crawled out ferociously, clamoring frantically, trying to tear up the fragile white body in my mind.

In those brown eyes, there is also a brilliance that has never been seen before.

Like the barren and desolate land, suddenly there is a little more color, bringing infinite vitality.

What to do, he suddenly felt that Miss Lin was so cute.

Lovely.

I want to peel off her complete skin inch by inch, stitch it together with bright gold thread, and fill it with the best and softest cotton.

Sure, it's comfortable to hold.

Lu Yuan closed his eyes lightly, crossed his hands and hugged his body, as if he had already hugged the doll he wanted in his arms.

The smile on the mouth twisted strangely, whispering softly:

"Miss Lin, it's really warm."

Meanwhile, on the second floor.

Lucha, who had fallen into a sweet dream, sneezed suddenly.

She dragged the quilt to cover it in a daze, shrinking into a small ball.

It's cold.

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The next day, early morning.

As soon as Lucha opened the door, she saw a few pieces of bloody emerald green snakeskin hanging outside.

The little girl who was originally sleepy, suddenly woke up in shock.

what?New door curtain?Close to natural style?

Lucha took off the snakeskin in disgust.

No need to think about it, everyone knows that this is Lu Yuan's revenge.

Childish or not?

Wouldn't it be nice to have time to hatch snake eggs? !

Lucha carried the creepy snakeskin, walked through the corridor like this, and handed it to Uncle Zhou under the horrified and shocked eyes of the maids and servants:

"Grandpa, can you help me find someone to make them into small bags?"

Uncle Zhou:? ? ?

Uncle Zhou was no stranger to the snake skin in Lucha's hand.

After all, when Mr. killed and skinned the snake last night, he was standing by.

But Lucha's reaction made Uncle Zhou carefully confirm it:

"Miss Lin, are you going to use them as bags?"

Lu Cha nodded seriously: "This color must be very white on the back!"

"..."

Uncle Zhou was silent.

For some reason, he now has a strong premonition.

Miss Lin will definitely be the nemesis of Mr.