After wearing the mirror, she became her patron saint

Knowing the origin of Jiang Weilu's mouth injury, Shu Mengli felt uncomfortable for several days and did not recover.

Even after every intimacy, she would feel like a clinging cat lying on her chest, gently touching the scar like a fragile butterfly with her fingertips.

Jiang Weilu felt itchy and unbearable when she touched her, but he didn't dare to move.

I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, the fluffy cat just now would become made of water, and tears would nestle in her heart, and would burst into tears if I poked her.

But also? Not bad.

Jiang Weilu relied on her elder sister to love her. During this period of time, she responded to everything. She was stern and malicious, and coaxed Shu Meng, who had always been reluctant to let go of certain things, to unlock a lot of new things. poses and new scenes.

It's really slippery to take advantage of one's vulnerability to the extreme.

However, even if Jiang Weilu wants to cling to her soft and beautiful sister every day? No way, after all, Mr. Jiang still manages the huge Jiang family, so he has to go to the company.

It happened to be Friday morning.

The day at the end of July was too bright and sunny, just in the morning, it made people feel a little hot and dry.

At that time, the industrious Mr. Jiang had already crawled out of the beauty village and went to the company. There was only Shu Mengli left in the room, thinking about finding something to do for himself.

Also? Coincidentally.

Just when Shu Mengli was sitting on the sofa thinking about it, suddenly the cell phone placed on the coffee table vibrated, and someone sent her a message.

Picking up the phone curiously, it turned out to be Li Yunmu who hadn't contacted for several days.

Li Yunmu came up crying and complained, saying that after the incident was revealed, Jiang Weilu caught her and beat her up.

It is estimated that this person was out of anger, so after being beaten, he secretly ran to Shu Mengli to complain.

Shu Mengli shook her head while laughing at the series of slanderous messages, thinking that the relationship between Lulu and her friends was pretty good.

Lightly moving his fingertips, he sent a message to Li Yunmu?

【Anyway, thank you, otherwise Lulu would never have? Tell me about it】

Being protected by her like this, what's the difference between being happy without knowing? and standing on the other side's wound?

As soon as she was polite, Li Yunmu felt embarrassed and quickly sent a message.

[No thanks, no thanks, don't be so polite with me, but...]

Li Yunmu hesitated to speak for half the time.

This really aroused Shu Mengli's interest.

【What's wrong? 】

Li Yunmu is just a gossip hub who can't control his mouth, he can chat with anyone he sees, and he can't hide little secrets in his heart.

He hesitated for a while in his heart, thinking that for the happiness of his little friend, he should reveal her little secret.

[Jiang Weilu's house has an attic, have you gone in and seen it? 】

attic?

Shu Mengli nodded her chin, her eyes were puzzled, it was the first time she had heard this word.

[I haven't been there, is there anything in it? 】

【I haven't been there before, that place? It's like a forbidden place. No one is allowed to enter Jiang Weilu, but every time she moves, she will move all the things inside to another place? 】

Li Yunmu replied immediately?

[But both Song Mi and I know that the things in it should belong to the sister who can't be said]

【However, I'm guessing and I'm not sure. If Ms. Shu wants to know more, you can check it out above】

What did Li Yunmu finally say?

Shu Mengli nestled on the sofa, looking at Li Yunmu's last message on the chat interface, tapped her lips thoughtfully with her fingertips.

Something about... yourself?

What can there be about yourself?

At that time, when she crossed over to Lulu's side, she brought nothing, couldn't bring anything, couldn't leave it behind, it just came and went like a piece of air without a trace, what would happen to Lulu? s things?

Thinking about it this way, it is inevitable that I am a little curious.

Shu Mengli nestled on the sofa, her back straightened slightly, forming a beautiful arc, why don't you go up and take a look?

But this will? No? Some don't respect Lulu's privacy?

But what if there were more of Lulu's nine years of pain buried there?If you don't dig it yourself, how can you heal her?

Shu Mengli sat on the sofa and bit her nails, clapped her hands for the last time, or decided to go up and have a look.

Except for the pain that Shu Mengli would know? Would? be sad, so he kept silent about the pain, and Jiang Weilu didn't know anything about it? Wouldn't? He kept it from Shu Mengli.

He even wanted to show his heart to his sister, and let her see how much he loved her.

So the keys to the many rooms of this luxurious big villa are connected in a string, and they are thrown in the drawer of the bedroom. Shu Meng can go wherever he wants, including the attic.

Shu Mengli got up and went to the bedroom for a while, and easily got the key to the attic.

When standing at the top of the stairs, I couldn't help but look up at the Yoyo escalator, and finally sighed, or lifted the hem of the skirt and walked up.

The attic is on the top floor of the villa, which is the fourth floor.

Compared with the modern black-and-white decoration style of the lower floors, this place is more elegant. The color of the walls is gentle and warm, and there are beautiful and complicated patterns carved on it.

Walking up suddenly? The tip of the nose is lingering with a light woody fragrance, as if falling into a beautiful fairyland.

When Shu Mengli was standing in front of the small wooden door of the attic, she looked at the surrounding environment, feeling happy and peaceful, but she became more and more curious about where Jiang Weilu was? What little secret was hidden here.

Also, it has been hidden for so many years, and no one will show it.

Holding the beautiful brass key in the palm of his hand, he made a light mark. Shu Mengli hesitated for a while, and finally opened the door that only Jiang Weilu had opened.

Squeak.

With a soft sound, the wooden door opened.

The bright sunlight at noon can't wait to vent, making people turn their eyes sideways involuntarily.

Standing at the door, Shu Mengli got used to it for a while before turning her face away and looking into the room.

But at the very next moment, I finally saw the scene inside clearly, and saw Shu Mengli, who Jiang Weilu had cherished for many years, but was stunned in place as if his soul had been captured.

He didn't even notice the crisp sound of the brass key falling on the ground.

She couldn't help but took a step forward, but then stopped in a bit of bewilderment.

The curtains in the room are open, and today's sunshine is just right, following Shu Mengli's line of sight, the scene of the entire room is presented in front of his eyes.

I saw that there was a room full of paintings hanging in an attic room in the big room.

Shu Mengli smiling, Shu Mengli frowning slightly, Shu Mengli in the mirror, Shu Mengli outside the mirror...

Each one is Shu Mengli.

Looking around, it is both dazzling and shocking.

Shu Mengli stood there for a long while before moving away, her eyes full of shock and emotion, she walked from front to back, slowly visiting the secret base that belonged only to Jiang Weilu.

The line of sight flicks across the screen and then falls to the bottom of the painting. Each portrait of himself is marked with a date.

Seeing the shock gradually fade away, Shu Mengli chuckled.

It turns out that this guy has been stealing pictures of himself since he taught her how to draw, and she was only a teenager at that time.

The hem of the skirt moved slightly, Shu Mengli walked slowly backwards, and Jiang Weilu's painting skills gradually became more mature and excellent with the movement.

But Shu Mengli's smile gradually faded, until finally she couldn't even draw the corners of her lips, and her eyes were stained with sadness.

Because of walking and walking, Shu Mengli walked to those nine years.

Passed through Jiang Weilu's childhood, passed through Jiang Weilu's girlhood, and came to the nine years when I left her.

Compared with before, the number of paintings in the past nine years has obviously increased, and the style of the paintings has also changed abruptly.

Looking at the past, one by one is rich in color and sad, as if to print Shu Mengli on paper and engrave it in his heart.

Painting can express a person's emotions.

Even though many years have passed, at this moment Shu Mengli is standing in front of these paintings, but it seems that she has come to the side of Jiang Weilu at that time, and she really feels her sadness.

What was Lulu's mood when she drew these pictures?It must be very sad.

Shu Mengli lowered her eyes, unable to bear to look any further.

The line of sight was withdrawn, but it accidentally fell on the wooden desk full of things in front of the window next to it.

The attracted eyes did not move away, Shu Mengli carefully looked at these things on the table, but felt a little familiar.

After looking at it for a while, I finally remembered that the framed words on this table were not the ones that I taught Lulu to write by myself back then?

From her teens to the present, she still keeps it like a treasure.

Of course, the most conspicuous thing is the words on the side.

Those papers were scrawled and filled with the word 'sister', as well as 'I miss you so much' and 'I?will?find you' throughout.

But in the end, the handwriting on the paper is getting more and more confusing.

That said, 'Sister, do you really exist?' '.

Shu Mengli pursed her lips, put down the paper in her hand, and looked sad.

She guessed that this should be something that Lulu wrote during those nine years.

After failing to find people one after another, perhaps even she herself doubted whether the beautiful past of those years was an illusion in the end.

No wonder after meeting her, Lulu suspected again and again that she was dreaming.

But no matter how difficult those days were, she still licked her wounds and forced herself to find herself.

Shu Mengli never doubted Jiang Weilu's love for her, but every time she knew what the other party had done for her, she still couldn't help being moved by her love.

Shu Mengli bit her lip, her eyes dazzled slightly, she took a side step to leave the wooden table, she was so distressed that she didn't dare to look any more.

I couldn't help but took a step back to the side, but because of the shock in my heart, even my movements were a little unsteady.

Accidentally knocked off a small and beautiful wooden box on the table.

pat.

The wooden box hit the ground, making a dull sound.

Perhaps it was because the wooden box was opened by the owner a long time ago, and it was not locked at all.

I experienced such a small catastrophe today, and all the things inside fell out and fell to the ground.

It's a lot of pictures.

Shu Mengli was a little puzzled, why were these paintings not hung on the wall but stored in a box?

But on second thought, maybe it couldn't fit on the wall?

Maybe he didn't pay much attention to it. A thought flashed in his mind, and he hurriedly walked towards the wooden box.

When I squatted down, I didn't think about anything, I directly touched the paintings scattered all over the floor, and I reached out to pick them up.

His eyes were lowered, and when he looked at the painting, he was unprepared, and saw what was painted on it.

The next moment, the movement in the hand suddenly stopped.

Shu Mengli blinked, and stood there in disbelief, staring straight at the painting.

It took a long time to react, as if his fingertips had been scalded by a provocative flame, he quickly threw the thing in his hand.

Shu Mengli's face turned red.

What is this!

How could it be in Lulu's attic? There's this!

This guy!

Shu Mengli's white jade-like earlobes were dyed crimson, and under the sunlight, they were as dazzling and shy as rubies.

Then she finally plucked up the courage and picked up the painting that she had thrown on the ground.

The painting fell quietly in?'s hand, and there were fine creases on the paper, as if it had been kneaded by someone in?'s hand.

But this little damage does not detract from the "beauty" of the painting.

Looking down, I saw in the painting? The water splashes gently, the jade legs slightly raised, the beautiful and feminine woman lying in disheveled clothes beside the hot spring pool, she felt very seductive and ambiguous just by looking at it.

It is simply blinding.

But what is even more embarrassing.

Shu Mengli bit her lips tightly, pinching the painting with trembling fingers.

It was her own face!

Jiang Weilu this guy!

His eyes were embarrassed to stay on the screen, but instead fell on the date in the lower right corner of the screen.

Shu Mengli determined Jiang Weilu's age when he painted this painting.

19 is old.

At that time, I still treated her like a child, pampering and loving her just like Bao.

But he didn't expect that in the eyes of that little brat, he would become Xiangxiang's piece of soft meat, which made her think about it at such a young age.

Not to mention, that person's painter was still taught by holding her hand and drawing one stroke at a time.

Unexpectedly, she taught her so hard at the beginning, but in the end she used it to do this to herself.

How big? Brave.

Then during that period of time, when I traveled to Lulu's side, what was going on in that little kid's mind when he looked at him?

Definitely not thinking about anything good.

No wonder at that time I always felt that Lulu looked at me like a little hungry wolf.

Thinking like this, Shu Mengli shyly and unwillingly picked up the other paintings scattered on the ground, and looked at them one by one.

Shu Mengli couldn't help spitting lightly in embarrassment.

Because this guy's painting style is getting bigger and bigger? He is bold and unrestrained, and even dared to paint in the end.

After packing everything up, a box was packed full.

Shu Mengli looked at the wooden box in her hand, her eyes were surprised and shy, but after standing for a while, she felt dumbfounded.

This little kid actually dared to do such a thing, but? He couldn't let her go easily.

evening.

Mr. Jiang, who had been working for a whole day, finally returned home.

When I entered the door, I thought that I would see my sister soon, and I was in a good mood. When I walked along the road, there were flowers floating around me.

Turning on the light, the dark room was suddenly illuminated.

Even the figure on the sofa became clear.

Today's Shu Mengli is wearing a light and elegant smoky purple long dress. The shoulders are only supported by two thin suspenders, easily revealing the beauty's slender and elegant neck and snow-white arms. The delicate collarbone is dazzlingly beautiful.

The hanging skirt is elegant and beautiful, from the high slit in the front to the bottom of the thigh, falling on the sofa like a dreamy flower.

Now in Shu Mengli, she is lazily nestling in the soft sofa, leaning on the armrests and overlapping her long legs, just revealing her entire white, fair and clean long legs, charming and enchanting without bones, like a fairy .

Jiang Weilu saw this scene as soon as he turned on the lights, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly.

Pursing her lips, she took off her coat and hung it on the hanger, turned around and walked? whispered to Shu Mengli.

"Why doesn't sister turn on the light?"

Shu Mengli nestled on the sofa playing with her mobile phone, and glanced at her when she heard this.

The eyes are as light as smoke, but they are entangled in my heart and won't go away.

It wasn't until Jiang Weilu walked to her side, sticking to her that he was about to hug her. Then he stretched out his white fingertips and tapped the wolf's paw on his waist.

When you speak? The voice is lazy.

"Don't bother me, sit down."

To see or not to touch, it's terribly seductive.

Jiang Weilu clasped Shu Mengli's fingertips with his backhand, and held them tightly in his palm.

"But? I miss my sister."

think?

Of course you have thought about it, there is nothing you dare not think about.

Shu Mengli gave her a sidelong glance, then pulled out her hand, then stretched out her little foot and kicked Jiang Weilu's knee.

"Don't touch me, sit over."

The white jade-like little feet are painted with big red nail polish, which is gorgeous and ambiguous. When kicking someone, it makes people lose their strength for a moment.

Jiang Weilu didn't know what her sister wanted to do, but she obediently sat aside.

Looking at her with a smile in his eyes.

"What's the matter, sister?"

Shu Mengli was lying on her side and didn't move. Her big black hair was loose and wavy. She just stared at Jiang Weilu for a while before she opened her mouth.

The red lips parted slightly, and the voice was lazy.

"Little brat, you're quite courageous?"

The unexpected address made the person opposite raised his eyebrows.

"Sister, I'm already 28, just one month younger than you."

Shu Mengli chuckled.

"Is that a brat, or a brat who has been fat since he was a child?"

Jiang Weilu was baffled by the rumors.

"Where did this come from?"

From the moment he got home, he hung her up, and it was fine if he didn't let her kiss him, but he still talked about her.

"Where do you start?"

Seeing her, Shu Mengli pursed her lips and smiled lightly.

Bending slightly, he lifted a wooden box from under the table and put it on the table with a bang.

He pointed his finger.

"Start here."

Shu Mengli felt that she had taken advantage of it, and her attitude was very arrogant, so she patted the small wooden box lightly.

"Say, what are these!"

Jiang Weilu was obviously taken aback when he saw the box, but only for a moment.

She dared to think about her sister doing this kind of thing at a young age, and now? With the growth of the years, she has become a big? Fox, how could she be easily scared.

It turns out that my sister went up to the attic and saw this.

The smile in Jiang Weilu's eyes grew stronger. He stretched out his hand and opened the wooden box to take out a painting. He looked at it carefully in front of Shu Mengli.

After a while, he raised his head again, and when he looked at Shu Mengli, his eyes dimmed, and he stared at him tightly and smiled.

"Sister is so pretty."

Not only was Shu Mengli not ashamed at all after seeing this person's crimes exposed, but he shamelessly praised himself and kicked her angrily.

"Don't be ashamed!"

But he didn't think it was a sheep entering the tiger's mouth, and the slender white and tender ankles were clasped into the palms of the opposite person and locked tightly.

Jiang Weilu raised his eyes and looked over with hot and seductive eyes.

"Why, does my sister think it's not good-looking?"

Making up her mind not to be touched by anyone, Shu Mengli snorted softly and broke free, and glanced at Jiang Weilu.

"Little kid, you know when you're younger? Do you miss your sister?"

Like a tug-of-war, one escapes and the other chases.

When Shu Mengli escaped, Jiang Weilu got up and sat beside her, looking at her with peach blossom eyes and a coquettish smile.

"My sister is so beautiful, how can I? I can't help but think about it."

Then she shook the painting in her hand, moved to Shu Mengli's side, and said in a low and ambiguous voice?

"Sister, do you remember the painting I drew for you when I was nineteen years old? Before the painting was completed, I destroyed one copy, and this is it."

"I was looking at my sister, and I couldn't help but draw it."

Shu Mengli never expected that the truth of the painting was this.

This sentence also directly confirms that Jiang Weilu really started thinking about herself when she was 19 years old.

At that time, the child she had been pampering like a treasure turned out to be a little wolf cub in disguise.

So when she looked at herself at the beginning, she seemed to have no waves on her face, but in fact her eyes were burning, and she had already pressed herself against the edge of the hot spring in her heart.

Hmph, how bold?

Shu Runqiu raised her eyes lightly, Shu Mengli nestled lazily in Jiang Weilu's arms, and looked at the person opposite for a while.

After a long while, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Mr. Jiang's tie to make him get closer to him.

Then he raised his head and leaned closer, his red lips almost brushed against Jiang Wei's exposed lips, but he didn't kiss him in a daze, hanging there only to seduce people, and refused to take another part.

Jiang Weilu couldn't bear it anymore, he lowered his head and wanted to kiss.

But he didn't want to be dodged by Shu Mengli deftly, and he was still accusing her.

"Okay, you, so young, what were you thinking about all the time?"

Jiang Weilu took the opportunity to bow his head and kiss the corner of Shu Mengli's lips, and smiled lightly.

"I miss my sister."

One mouthful and one sister's name is so sweet, but the thoughts in my heart are very outrageous.

Shu Mengli hummed softly, loosened the tie in her palm, turned over and sat on Jiang Weilu's body, and kissed him on the waist.

Although her kiss was still shy, but compared to the past, this time it was much more enthusiastic.

Who can bear the mature and beautiful elder sister sitting on her?

After a while, the two finally separated.

Shu Mengli's cheeks were stained with a blush, as beautiful as a moist peach.

Panting lightly, she leaned down next to Jiang Weilu's ear and bit her earlobe lightly, once? Lightly and then hard, ambiguously entangled.

The voice carried the laziness after the kiss, which seduced people to the bottom of my heart.

"Little villain, I want to punish you."

Jiang Weilu hugged the waist of the person on his body. At that time, he was still confident and said with a smile.

"How will my sister punish me?"

Shu Mengli chuckled softly.

"Now? Laugh. You'll regret it later."

Then she got up, grabbed Mr. Jiang's tie, and led them to the bedroom.

She didn't wear shoes, and when her little white jade-like feet lightly stepped on the floor, the lining was soft and white. It was obvious that she was stepping on the ground, but it seemed that she was stepping on someone's heart.

Boss Jiang was so obediently dragged by her, and followed Shu Mengli forward as if bewitched.

When he arrived at the bedroom and opened the door, Jiang Weilu saw the well-arranged painting utensils in the bedroom at a glance.

blinked.

"Sister wants me to draw for you?"

Shu Mengli loosened her tie and turned to look at her.

"No, it's to punish you."

She tiptoed to Jiang Weilu's ear, breathing softly.

"The painting is not good, don't kiss me."

Then she got up and backed away, gently raised her fingertips, and pulled down the small suspenders of the smoky purple skirt, the skirt fell to the ground, and beautiful flowers bloomed.

She just walked up to the side of the bed and lay on her side, dazzled by the whiteness.

Then she opened her mouth lazily, like a queen.

"You are not allowed to touch me until the painting is finished."

Don't you like to draw? Little villain, I'll let you draw as much as you want.

I rely on.

Mr. Jiang raised his hand to cover his nose, his voice trembling.

"Stop it, sister!"

This is not a punishment, it is my life.

Shu Mengli lying there? That didn't move, just laughed.

"Just now you were still laughing, now you're not laughing? I told you it's punishment for you... Forget it, come here."

Said, lying in Shu Mengli? He hooked his fingers to Jiang Weilu.

There's no need to think about it, Jiang Weilu walked over in the next second as if he had been bewitched.

Shu Mengli reached out and grabbed her tie, causing the noble President Jiang to bend down.

Then she leaned over to Jiang Weilu's lips and kissed lightly, and said softly with an ambiguous tone.

"However, if you draw a good-looking painting, I can consider rewarding you."

Jiang Weilu straightened her waist and took a deep breath, but she failed to calm down her restless heart, and instead made herself more impulsive.

She walked to the bedside and picked up the paintbrush, flicking her fingers lightly, working hard for her own reward.

Fang? It was too hasty to be happy.

This punishment is really tormenting.

The author has something to say: Jiang Weilu: Cheers to the recklessness of youth, but I dare to do it again