The president of a wealthy family imprisoned the wild bride

Rose suddenly said "Oops", and slapped herself hard on the thigh with a "slap".

Gu Meng turned her head and saw a slapped mosquito sticking to the center of Rose's outstretched palm, and the smear of mosquito blood stood out on her white and delicate thigh.

Rose angrily said to the corpse: "Hmph! Tell you to suck my blood!"

Gu Meng glanced at Rose's legs covered with mosquito bites, and thought that it was wiser for her to come out in cropped jeans.

Gu Meng looked at Lu Zijian and asked, "Brother Lu, do you have toilet water in your room?"

"Yes, it's in the first aid box inside the TV cabinet." Lu Zijian turned the corn skewer in his hand while talking.

"Mei, go back to the tree house and spray some toilet water. When you come out, help me take out the two thermos cups on the coffee table."

Hearing what Gu Meng said, Lu Zijian looked up at her, and the two looked at each other across the air. Gu Meng saw fine beads of sweat oozing from Lu Zijian's forehead.

"Okay." Rose scratched her paws on the bulging red bump again before walking towards the tree house.

"Brother Lu, come and sit down and rest for a while, don't roast."

"I'm not tired, I'll grill a few more strings of corn for you... to eat."

Gu Meng got up and handed over a pack of wet wipes: "Brother Lu, wipe it off."

Lu Zijian spread his hands to look at it, and smiled lightly: "It's okay, I'll clean it up later when I'm done."

Gu Mengmeng Lu Zijian's hands were covered with oil, so he took out a wet towel and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Lu Zijian was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Gu Meng to do this, he looked up at her intently.

The movements of Gu Meng's hands suddenly stopped, and the two looked at each other, and they could see their own reflections in the other's pupils.

"Hmm," Gu Rufeng coughed twice, walked over and asked, "Brother Lu, is the corn ready?"

Gu Meng quickly straightened up and took a step back.

"No," Lu Zijian looked at Gu Rufeng, his eyes had returned to their usual calm, "Just bake for a few more minutes."

After Lu Zijian finished speaking, he began to brush oil on the row of corn skewers on the grill.

Gu Rufeng glanced at the tree house behind Lu Zijian, and asked curiously, "Brother Lu, how did you remember to build a tree house in this deep mountain and old forest?"

Lu Zijian's hand holding the oil brush shook slightly: "To get out."

"Come out?" Gu Rufeng wondered for two seconds, then nodded, "That's right, it's good to come out of the city occasionally to stay here for a night, the content of negative oxygen ions in the mountains is high!"

After Gu Rufeng finished speaking, he still took a deep breath.

Seeing that the corn skewers were roasted until they were browned and tender, Lu Zijian quickly sprinkled seasoning on them, and handed one to Gu Rufeng: "Rufeng, try it."

Gu Rufeng blew on the corn, brushed half of the skewer in one gulp, and started talking with the corn still in his mouth: "Okay, okay, you can eat."

Lu Zijian put the handful of corn skewers on the plate and handed it to Gu Meng.

"Thank you, Brother Lu." Gu Meng sat back with a plate.

Gu Meng just took a bite when he heard Gu Rufeng ask Lu Zijian: "Brother Lu, what is Ziyan up to lately? Why isn't she here for your birthday?"

what?

Gu Meng's heart tightened: Today is actually Lu Zijian's birthday!

"She has lessons." Lu Zijian paused before saying, "Besides, I don't like celebrating birthdays either. I'll be one year older once."

Gu Rufeng heard the self-mockery in Lu Zijian's words: "Look at what you said, the man has 41 flowers, Brother Lu, your most prosperous flowering period has not yet arrived."

"Oh...really?" Lu Zijian didn't think so, raised his eyes and glanced at Gu Meng's back, "How did I hear that the bottom line for a little girl to find a financial backer is that she should not be over 40 years old."

"Huh? You..." Just as Gu Rufeng was about to say something, he heard a rush of coughing from behind him.

"Cough cough cough..." Gu Meng coughed and shrugged his shoulders.

Seeing this, Gu Rufeng quickly poured a glass of water and handed it to Gu Meng, patted her on the back and said, "Eat slowly, and no one will grab you."

Gu Meng's mouth was covered with saliva, and he swallowed hard to forcefully flush the choked corn down his throat.

Seeing that Gu Meng was fine, Gu Rufeng was about to continue talking about the topic just now, but he heard Lu Zijian say, "I'll go back and clean up first."

After four hours of continuous work, Lu Zijian's barbecue stall finally closed!

Lu Zijian and Rose happened to meet at the stairs of the tree house.

"Mr. Lu!"

"Ah."

The two greeted Lu Zijian and passed by, Rose suddenly stopped Lu Zijian.

Seeing her hesitant to speak, Lu Zijian asked directly, "Miss Lin, what's the matter?"

Rose boldly asked: "Mr. Lu, I see that you have a guitar in your living room, can I borrow it?"

Lu Zijian didn't like others touching his things, and he was about to refuse with his eyebrows fixed when he heard Rose say, "Let Gu Meng play two songs for us later."

"Okay." Lu Zijian suddenly changed his words when he was on the verge of speaking.

Rose breathed a sigh of relief, followed Lu Zijian up to the second floor with a smile on her face, and took Lu Zijian's guitar away.

When Lu Zijian took a shower and changed into comfortable clothes and went out, he happened to see Gu Meng holding the guitar and playing the guitar. The crackling and burning bonfire was reflected on her small and delicate face, as if it had been coated with a soft filter.

Lu Zijian rarely saw Gu Meng like this, every frown and smile in her eyes touched Lu Zijian's heartstrings.

Lu Zijian stood motionless with his hands in his pockets, staring at Gu Meng intently.

Gu Rufeng and Rose swayed their bodies heartily under the cheerful melody.

When the two were dancing happily, the guitar accompaniment suddenly stopped, and Gu Rufeng twisted a few times because of inertia.

"Tsk," Gu Rufeng withdrew the smile on his face, "Stinky girl, what are you doing?"

Gu Meng withdrew his gaze from Gu Rufeng's dissatisfied complaints.

She accidentally met Lu Zijian's gaze just now, and Gu Meng couldn't help being distracted by that complex and burning gaze.

Lu Zijian stepped forward and asked, "Why don't you play it? It sounds good."

Gu Meng forced a smile, stood up and handed the guitar to Lu Zijian: "Brother Lu, play a song for us."

Lu Zijian shook his head, picked up his thermos cup from the table and sat down, with his two long legs crossed naturally, in an elegant and stretched sitting posture.

"Gu Qimei, keep playing, I like to listen."

I like listening to.

This is obviously a very common sentence, but it caused waves in Gu Meng's heart.

"Oh!" Rose still reminded with understanding: "Qiangwei, Mr. Lu's barbecue hands are sore after baking for a long time..."

"That's it!" Gu Rufeng interrupted: "Just be a little bit more careless, and play Li Ronghao's super popular ebony sauce."

Hearing what Gu Rufeng said, Gu Meng rolled his eyes to the sky.

Unexpectedly, Gu Rufeng didn't care at all, and even twisted and hummed a few words.

"Your faint smile is like ebony sauce, and I tasted the mint flavor of the lip balm on the corner of your mouth..."

Gu Meng pursed her lips, and said in her heart that even if you call me sister, I won't sing ebony sauce for you!