Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

Lu Jiaxi's sullen face was reflected from the car window, and reflected in Bian Xinghuo's eyes.

Bian Xinghuo still had a little smile on his lips, and said in a gentle tone: "Mr. Lu, you are very handsome."

Lu Jiaxi turned her head with a dark face: "It's late."

There was a moment of silence in the car, until the car drove out of the underground garage and the sun shone in again, Bian Xinghuo said warmly, "Where is Mr. Lu going?"

Lu Jiaxi let out his nostrils: "You don't know where I'm going, why do I need you as an assistant?"

Once raw and second familiar, Bian Xinghuo quickly adapted to this sentence.

At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket rang, and he took out the mobile phone and put it on the mobile phone rack in front of the car. It was an incoming message.

Lu Jiaxi glanced over, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

It was a message from Lu Manyi.

The air conditioner in the car was turned on just right, Lu Jiaxi slept very late last night, and was bombarded by Lu Manyi's phone calls this morning, he was really sleepy.

He leaned against the back of the car and lowered his head a few times before falling asleep.

While falling asleep, he dreamed that he was being targeted by a cheetah.

The cheetah's hunting gaze was fixed on him, circling around him, but it didn't come forward to eat him.

He trembled in fright, opened his eyes suddenly, and suddenly met a magnified face.

"Depend on!"

The double scare almost scared Lu Jiaxi's soul out.

That face retreated unhurriedly, and after retreating to a safe distance, Bian Xinghuo pushed his glasses habitually: "Mr. Lu, we're here."

Lu Jiaxi frowned, and there was a bright sullen look on her pretty face, but it made that pretty face even more glamorous.

"Why are you so close? Scared me to inherit my half-acre land?"

Bian Xinghuo patiently said: "I saw that Mr. Lu fell asleep, so I wanted to wake you up, but I didn't expect you to wake up suddenly. It was my mistake to disturb you, sorry."

Lu Jiaxi's sleepiness was somewhat driven away, he stretched lazily, and his brows finally eased a little: "What did you just say? Are you here?"

Bian Xinghuo nodded.

But Lu Jiaxi leisurely crossed his hands to his chest and leaned on the back seat of the car, crossed his legs and looked at Bian Xinghuo with a smile: "You have been fired."

Bian Xinghuo was calmer than anyone else with the same recipe once raw and cooked twice. He pushed the frame of his glasses and asked, "Mr. Lu, why?"

"You don't even know where I'm going, but you still want to be my personal assistant?"

Bian Xinghuo calmly asked, "Where does Mr. Lu want to go?"

"Of course I'm going home." Lu Jiaxi frowned.

"How does Mr. Lu know that we are not at your house now?"

Lu Jiaxi didn't care about his words at all: "I saw that Sister Lu sent you a message, I don't have time to talk to you anymore, give me the key and you can leave."

"Mr. Lu." Bian Xinghuo smiled politely, "Why don't you open the car window first?"

Lu Jiaxi frowned, feeling something was wrong in his heart, but also felt that he couldn't do it. He rolled down the car window and turned his head to look out.

I don't know when it got dark, but it wasn't dark outside, and the lighting in the community was good.

Lu Jiaxi was stunned for half a minute, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"You..." He was about to speak when the uncle doorman of the community poked his head out from the security room.

"Mr. Lu, it's really you. I just saw that the driver was a strange young man, and he didn't dare to let him go. Just wait a moment, I'll open the door now."

The car drove into the garage, turned off the engine again and stopped before Lu Jiaxi realized it.

He looked at the gentle young man in the front seat of the car, his face was ugly as hell: "How do you know I'm going home?"

He didn't bother to ask how he knew where his home was.

He wondered if Sister Lu had resold all her information to this guy.

Bian Xinghuo said warmly: "There are time settings and route planning in the driving recorder. It should be set by you, Mr. Lu, maybe Mr. Lu was too busy and forgot."

Lu Jiaxi's face turned even darker.

He remembered that when he went out to shoot in the morning, his brain was not well set up.

Damn it, who knew that in just one afternoon, he would have an extra personal assistant who was annoying?

At that time, Lu Jiaxi told Lu Manyi that there was no other meaning in asking for a personal assistant, but she just politely refused.

He was used to growing up at home, eating and drinking was served by top-notch nannies and servants. He couldn't count how many pampering bad habits he had. Although it has been smoothed out by being independent in the past two years, but In essence, he is still a difficult young master.

Can a mere personal assistant take care of him in every aspect?

It's just nonsense.

Lu Jiaxi was suffocating, and got out of the car without saying a word.

He lives on the top floor of this building. The house was bought for him secretly by his grandparents when he ran away from home. It is very big, with three bedrooms and one living room. There is a floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, which is perfect for observing the night scene.

This community occupies the best location in the city, and all the brilliance of the entire city can be seen from afar.

But in the living room on the top floor, the floor-to-ceiling windows that can overlook the splendor of all the cities are covered by curtains all the year round, preventing light from entering.

After entering the house, the sensor light automatically turned on, and Lu Jiaxi lay down on the sofa: "Go to the bathroom to fill up the water, I will see the prepared dinner when I come out of the shower."

Bian Xinghuo nodded and went into the bathroom.

After 5 minutes, he came out from inside: "Mr. Lu, the water is ready."

Lu Jiaxi kicked off his socks and walked barefoot to the bathroom.

The bathtub in the bathroom is heated.

All the furniture in this house was decorated when his grandparents bought it for him three years ago.

The constant temperature "40°C" was displayed on the screen, the small table beside the bathtub was pulled out, and the tablet he had hidden inside the table had been taken out and set up on the small table.

Lu Jiaxi frowned.

Sister Lu even knows his bathing habits?

After taking off his clothes and stepping into the bathtub, the comfortable water temperature made him let out a pleasant sigh.

This is probably the most comfortable thing of the day.

No... there's still trouble out there.

"Side! Star! Fire!"

A lazy voice sounded in the bathroom, not loud, but a few seconds later there was a knock on the bathroom door.

A young man's usual gentle voice came from the door: "Mr. Lu, what's the matter?"

Lu Jiaxi frowned.

Can you hear this?

Claire?

"Come in and give me a massage." He spoke slowly after half a minute.

"Okay." There was a reply from the door, and the back door was pushed open, and a thin figure of Bian Xinghuo came in from the door.

He didn't drive directly to the bathtub, but went to the sink first, squeezed the hand sanitizer and washed his hands repeatedly.

Lu Jiaxi waited for a long time without waiting for anyone. Turning his head, seeing someone washing his hands in front of the sink, he frowned: "What are you doing?"

Bian Xinghuo calmly washed off the foam on his hands, wiped his hands with a paper towel, and then went to Lu Jiaxi and explained: "The smell of meat on your hands, according to the information, Mr. Lu doesn't like it."

Lu Jiaxi was stunned.

It flashed in my mind that the information given by Sister Lu was really comprehensive, and soon I wondered how this person could remember all the information so clearly.

Bian Xinghuo squatted down in front of the bathtub and asked softly, "Where does Mr. Lu need a massage?"

Lu Jiaxi was called back to his senses by the sound, and he didn't bother to think about it any longer, and pointed to his shoulder: "Just the shoulder, I'll fire you if it doesn't feel right."

The author has something to say:

Bian Xinghuo: I don't want half an acre of land, I want the two taels of meat on your body.

Buying at a high price, it’s okay to be a little expensive, really.