Contract and love, Mr. Lu's male god

Yang Leyong's walking posture is a bit strange. He has been really tired recently. The boss said he sent a large box of new products, including medicine.

Yang Leyong, who owes money and favors, has been busy these days. He used to take a long time to take care of his health, but recently he was really tired.

In fact, thinking about it, the main thing is that after breaking up with Qian Yayi, Yang Leyong was not worried about being called crooked by Qian Yayi, so he felt at ease and called things on himself.

After Yang Leyong drank a glass of water, he sat back down. He felt uncomfortable and pulled a round "big butt cushion" to cushion it, making it a little more comfortable.

The boss had already read his pictures and texts, and signaled that he could send them. Yang Leyong moved the mouse, set up a scheduled sending, and then browsed some messages on Weibo, acting as a manual customer service for a while.

Among them, a user named "Pleasant Goat Run" sent another private message, "After experiencing some things, I have no urge to be with others, but recently I want to marry someone. What's wrong with it?"

Yang Leyong was amused when he saw it, because "Pleasant Goat Run" is an old customer, but it may not be right to say that the old customer is because the other party has never bought anything from Yang Leyong, just purely posted Weibo As a tree hole to pour out.

The questions mentioned before include "I used to like women, but now I don't feel it when I see women. Is it a disease?" There are so many problems.

And they all start with "I have a brother".

Well, well, everyone knows what's going on.

Yang Leyong sent it over: "Hi, Yangzi is serving you now. Excuse me, what do you need?"

The other party came back quite quickly: "Emma, ​​I finally waited for you~ Are you back from vacation?"

"Hmm..." Isn't Yang Leyong very surprised that the other party knows that he is on vacation, because every time the other party shows up, he basically appoints Yangzi's customer service, even if Yangzi doesn't show up, he can hold back the question until the next time.

He completely regarded Yang Leyong as his psychological consultant, but fortunately, Yang Leyong didn't mean to dislike him.

Maybe the other party also knew how annoying he was, and sent Yang Leyong a red envelope before, but Yang Leyong didn't take it, because he didn't think it was necessary, and then the other party kept doing everything possible to send him something, but ultimately failed.

Yang Leyong returned to the topic and started chatting with the other party about the topic at the beginning. Before chatting for a while, Yang Shaoxian sent him several photos, all of which were Yang Meimei's cases, and finally included a comparison of Yang Meimei photo of a victory pose.

Seeing Yang Leyong was both joyful and uncomfortable.

Yang Leyong tidied up the house and planned to visit Yang Meimei in a few days. He always felt that the hospital he was in was not very good, but he had been waiting for three months to register for a specialist account. Dialysis is exhausting.

An adult can't bear that kind of pain, let alone a child of a few years old.

But Yang Meimei is a good child, she won't cry when the pain is unbearable, she will only cry out the pain in a low voice, her facial features wrinkle together and shed tears, making people want to cherish this child even more.

And the best solution is to get a kidney transplant. The current money can't last for a few times of dialysis and medication, let alone the operation fee for the kidney transplant, and the source of the kidney is also a problem...

Yang Leyong thought that his head was about to explode, and after a while, someone rang the doorbell.

Yang Leyong didn't go out today, so he ordered takeaway. He pulled the loose clothes on his body, as if he was wrapped in a woven cloth bag. Anyway, he was still supported by his beautiful appearance, so his foundation was not bad.

When I opened the door, I didn't see the delivery boy wearing the iconic clothes, but two men in suits and collars.

It's someone Yang Leyong can't touch. It's really surprising that this kind of person appears at his door.

One of the people who came was Gao Song. Gao Song stared at the person in front of him, which was almost the same as the person in the photo. Seeing the real person, he felt that the person was not aggressive.

But can such a person really protect Lu Yuanqing?Gao Song felt disgusted.

Yang Leyong was a little puzzled. Looking at the other party's tall and burly man, he felt a little embarrassed: "Hello, may I ask you..."

Gao Song was polite: "Hello, Mr. Yang, I wonder if you still remember the night of the birthday party on the Lijing? We have something to discuss with you."

When Yang Leyong heard this, his heart tightened, and he tightly grasped the door frame.

A lot of strange thoughts flashed through, but when I thought about it carefully, I couldn't grasp everything, I just felt messy.

The last thing left is the word fear.

Yang Leyong followed Gao Song out of the house and got into the car by accident. Yang Leyong found this behavior unbelievable, as if someone had drugged him, and he did what the other party said.

Gao Song saw Yang Leyong's nervousness, and tried to ease the atmosphere: "Mr. Yang, don't be nervous, Mr. Lu just asked you to go over and discuss something."

By the way, when he was in a daze, Yang Leyong seemed to hear, "The person you accompanied that day was Lu Yuanqing, Mr. Lu."

etc?Why is the name Lu Yuanqing so familiar? Could it be Lu Yuanqing who is "lame in shopping malls"?

"Yes. Mr. Lu is waiting for you in the restaurant now. Don't worry, Mr. Yang. We will not do anything to hurt you. We just want to discuss with you what happened that night. Don't be nervous."

In a daze, as if in an instant, Yang Leyong had already sat across from Lu Yuanqing, while Gao Song was placing the plate in front of Lu Yuanqing, and then handed the menu to Yang Leyong, and called the waiter by the way .

Only at this time did Yang Leyong feel that he was out of place. He was wearing that loose clothes, but the restaurant he was in was resplendent and magnificent, playing soothing music, which was a language Yang Leyong could not understand.

Yang Leyong usually doesn't dare to pass by the door of this kind of restaurant.

Even the waiters are wearing uniforms, which look like a proper white-collar worker outside.

Moreover, there are only their table of guests sitting in the huge restaurant, and there are very few waiters. Maybe they are inside, and they will only appear when they need help.

Yang Leyong took a sneak peek at Lu Yuanqing, and found that the other party was looking at him displeasedly, so he urgently lowered his head to look at the menu.

Lu Yuanqing was actually not that rude, he just looked at the other party lightly, but the momentum was there, and it was inevitable to give people pressure.

It was difficult for Lu Yuanqing to connect the person in front of him with the person from that night. The person in front of him was less wanton than at that time, but was too reserved.

Like a puppy in a new environment, afraid of strangers.

Gao Song eased the atmosphere, "Mr. Yang, what do you need? If you haven't decided yet, I can introduce you to the signature dish here. Caviar is an appetizer, and sea urchin and Iberian pork loin are for dinner. Lobster baked in butter, Russian borscht. And for dessert, a chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream, what do you think, Mr. Yang?"

Yang Leyong nodded cautiously, and Gao Song ordered the waiters to serve the dishes as soon as possible, and the dishes came up after a while.

Lu Yuanqing put down the cup in his hand as if nothing had happened, then wiped his mouth.

Yang Leyong didn't dare to look at the other party, and was a little cautious. He just stared at the dishes in front of him, but saw Lu Yuanqing's every move from the corner of his eyes.

Really not from the same world.

The events of that night came to mind, his eyes dimmed a bit, Yang Leyong reached out and picked up the knife and fork.

Lu Yuanqing cleared his throat: "Mr. Yang..."