Spending the Male Lead’s Money to Change Her Fate

The two looked at each other. Lu Mingcheng saw her silent, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he asked quietly, "I said something wrong?"

"..." Jiang Qiuyi suffocated, suffocating two words: "No."

She looked at him, and couldn't help but said, "Why are you...so holding a grudge?"

Lu Mingcheng was amused by her, turned on the treadmill next to him and asked, "Who bears grudges?"

Jiang Qiuyi wouldn't admit that she had a grudge, she snorted softly, and said proudly: "Whoever recognizes it is who."

Lu Mingcheng saw that she was in the mood to quarrel with himself, and he guessed that Jiang Xinghong was not too affected by it.

He narrowed his eyes, stared at her for a while, and said slowly, "Don't run for too long, give yourself a buffer space."

Jiang Qiuyi said "Yes", looked at it and said, "I basically walk fast, and it's not a run. I'll just walk for another ten minutes."

Lu Mingcheng nodded.

The two did not communicate anymore, each exercising their own.

After Jiang Qiuyi walked, he stretched aside.

The gym in the old house of the Lu family is quite big, and there is a big TV not far away, which is convenient for people who exercise.

She was bored when she stretched, and simply turned on the TV, ready to stretch while watching.

Jiang Qiuyi casually found a station to watch, but didn't pay much attention to the content.

She watched for a while and found a familiar face on the big screen.

Jiang Qiuyi was taken aback, before he had time to react, a man's somber voice came from behind him: "Are you chasing a drama?"

Jiang Qiuyi glanced at the face of Sheng Ying on the screen, hesitated for a few seconds and said, "I didn't chase it."

Lu Mingcheng had just finished exercising, his clothes were half wet, his forehead was sweaty, and his breathing was very obvious.

In the gym where there were only two people, his breathing clearly passed into her ears.

Inexplicably, Jiang Qiuyi still felt a little ambiguous.

Of course, this may be her illusion.

Because this is the breath that Lu Mingcheng exudes from beginning to end, which is not ambiguous at all.

Lu Mingcheng glanced at the man on the big screen, his voice solemnly responded, "Yeah."

Jiang Qiuyi looked at him suspiciously, "Do you have a drama you want to chase?"

Lu Mingcheng: "..."

He was choked by her words, pulled a towel on one side and wiped his sweat and said, "No."

Jiang Qiuyi nodded, turned his attention away from him, stared at the screen, and said to himself: "When is Sheng Ying filming a TV series? Isn't he a movie guy?"

"..."

Naturally, no one answered her this question.

Jiang Qiuyi thought for a while, and only found out after searching with a mobile phone.

This play was made by Sheng Ying, who had a guest role with a director. It’s not a lot of play, but it has a very good set of characters in the play and it is very popular.

This kind of popularity, with more drama, may overwhelm the male protagonist. Jiang Qiuyi looked at the stills posted on Weibo and couldn't help feeling that Sheng Ying's face was really impeccable.

She was watching, vaguely feeling that she had eyes on her.

Jiang Qiuyi raised his head suspiciously and looked at Lu Mingcheng.

She paused, and thought for a while and asked: "Would you like to see it?"

Lu Mingcheng said blankly, "No."

Jiang Qiuyi said "Oh" and continued to look indifferently.

She found that Sheng Ying's face was really true. The movie magnified his facial features, and the TV series were not bad at all.

It is no wonder that he has always stood firm in the hearts of thousands of girls, and he is a permanent male god.

After watching for a while, Jiang Qiuyi put down the phone in silence.

Nothing else, even if she didn't look up, she could feel the gaze projected from the side, which was a bit unbearable.

Putting the phone down, she turned sideways and looked at the person doing other sports.

Jiang Qiuyi watched, still a little interested: "What is this?"

Lu Mingcheng: "Practice the back."

Jiang Qiuyi hasn't been to the gym very much. At most, she practices yoga and Pilates. She doesn't need high-intensity exercise, she just needs to maintain a good figure.

So this will look at it, and it feels quite novel.

"How did you practice?"

Jiang Qiuyi was curious.

Lu Mingcheng looked at her with a curious look, and asked in a low voice, "Want to try it?"

Jiang Qiuyi's eyes were bright, and he said excitedly: "Can you?"

Lu Mingcheng saw that she was really interested, and whispered: "Come here, I'll teach you."

"Oh." Jiang Qiuyi moved over silently.

The two taught one by one, and Jiang Qiuyi shouted tired after two minutes of practice.

Lu Mingcheng did not force her either.

He continued on his own. Jiang Qiuyi watched by the side for a while and asked curiously, "What do you do for your abdomen?"

Lu Mingcheng glanced at her and didn't say anything.

Jiang Qiuyi was curious: "Are men doing abdominal muscle training and women doing vest line exercises the same?"

Lu Mingcheng: "Almost."

Jiang Qiuyi nodded and muttered, "It will be summer in a few months. Is it too late for me to practice the vest line?"

"..."

Lu Mingcheng paused slightly, his eyes drooping, falling on her flat lower abdomen.

Jiang Qiuyi recognizes that he is very thin and has no belly, but when it comes to the vest line, it is really not very obvious.

Women love beauty, and if they want beautiful lines, they still have to rely on exercise.

He stayed silent for a moment, his gaze fell on her cheek from the bottom up, and he said solemnly, "Want to learn?"

Jiang Qiuyi nodded, "A little bit, it's nice to take pictures if there is a vest line."

You can also wear a vest.

Of course, she would not tell Lu Mingcheng this.

Before Lu Mingcheng could speak, she asked, "Is it all right to sit up? There are planks or something."

Lu Mingcheng: "Yeah."

After getting an affirmative answer, Jiang Qiuyi raised his eyebrows slightly, "That's easy, I can sit up and sit up."

Lu Mingcheng: "..."

With an open yoga mat on one side, Jiang Qiuyi lay down very casually and naturally.

It's just that her feet are uncontrollable and will always move.

When Jiang Qiuyi was in distress, Lu Mingcheng suddenly asked, "Do you want to help?"

She was stunned and looked at him hesitantly: "Are you not exercising?"

"Well, it's not bad time."

Jiang Qiuyi didn't twitch, and said readily, "Okay."

Lu Mingcheng walked to her feet, raised his hand to hold her ankle.

He has broad palms and big hands. The palm of the hand also had temperature, and when the hood was under the hood, a constant source of heat spread to Jiang Qiuyi, scorching her skin. ??。. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

She pursed her lower lip, slightly uncomfortable.

She clasped her chest and started preparing to do sit-ups.

But Jiang Qiuyi found that it would be a bit embarrassing for someone to help.

When she lay down, she couldn't control her body.

Occasionally, they would accidentally collide with Lu Mingcheng, and their breath would still linger together inexplicably.

...

After doing a dozen or so, Jiang Qiuyi's cheeks flushed, not tired.

Lu Mingcheng watched her still, and asked in a deep voice, "Don't do it?"

Jiang Qiuyi: "Hmm..."

She said, "Don't look at me like this."

Hearing this, Lu Mingcheng felt amused: "How do I look at you?"

Jiang Qiuyi choked slightly and said vaguely: "You know it yourself."

Lu Mingcheng lightly curled his lower lip and stared at her deeply: "I don't know."

"..."

Jiang Qiuyi was almost circumvented by his words. She choked and said angrily, "You just know it anyway."

She sat up, Lu Mingcheng's hand had not released from her ankle.

The distance between the two is very close.

When Jiang Qiuyi's voice fell, Lu Mingcheng suddenly used a little force and pulled her leg down.

She was taken aback for a moment, before he could not be surprised, he leaned down and kissed her lips.

The man's breath approached, his breathing hot.

Jiang Qiuyi's eyes widened, completely unexpected that he would have such a trick.

The TV not far away was still on, and the voice of Sheng Ying talking with other actors came out, Jiang Qiuyi heard it, and Lu Mingcheng naturally heard it too.

She mumbled, and was about to remind him that this was a gym, and when it was a gym in the old house, Lu Mingcheng pryed her teeth away and hooked her tongue.

He didn't give Jiang Qiuyi a chance to speak at all.

Not only that, Lu Mingcheng still didn't know which nerve was the wrong one, and when he held her head, he even covered her ears.

...

Jiang Qiuyi couldn't move, his feet were held down by him, and his head was held by him.

She can only bear his kiss.

Lu Mingcheng's kiss came fiercely, and she was dizzy and indulged in the kiss.

Jiang Qiuyi's thoughts were broken, and he could only respond to him subconsciously.

When the two kissed each other, there was a sudden movement not far away.

It's Zhen Ping's voice.

Before she appeared, her voice came out first: "Qiu Yi, you see Lu Ming--"

Before the rest was finished, Zhen Ping saw the two people in the gym.

She widened her eyes and opened her mouth to finish the sentence: "Have you taken it?"

The voice fell.

Zhen Ping didn't wait for the separated two to answer, and said in a panic: "You...you continue, I'm all right, I'm all right, I...I went back to sleep."

"..."

Zhen Ping was blown away like a gust of wind.

It's just that the gust of wind has come, leaving the gym a little embarrassing.

Jiang Qiuyi's cheeks flushed and he was embarrassed.

She felt that she would have no face tomorrow and go downstairs to see Zhen Ping and Lu Rong.

Although Lu Mingcheng was astonished for a moment, he quickly recovered.

He looked at the person sitting on the ground, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was low and dumb: "Want to continue?"

"..."

Jiang Qiuyi suddenly returned to his senses and glared at him: "Lu Mingcheng you--"

She choked for a few seconds, and said: "I...I went back to the room."

After speaking, Jiang Qiuyi ran away in a hurry, as if someone was chasing her behind him.

Lu Mingcheng silently curled her lower lip as she watched her running away.

He paused for a while, and raised his hand to wipe the lip that she had just bitten.

After running back to the room, Jiang Qiuyi went into the bathroom and calmed down for half an hour before coming out.

Lu Mingcheng had not returned to the room when she came out.

She covered her face and buried her head under the quilt.

Although she and Lu Mingcheng are husband and wife, it's normal to kiss each other, but when Zhen Ping saw it, she was still very, very embarrassed.

Jiang Qiuyi patted his face and pulled the quilt to cover himself.

But once it was covered, she felt that there was Lu Mingcheng's aura everywhere in the quilt. Obviously, this is a clean quilt cover.

Jiang Qiuyi was bored in the quilt for a while, took the mobile phone on one side, wanted to find something to do, and divert his attention away from him. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

She randomly clicked on a game, and after playing for a while, Jiang Qiuyi realized with hindsight that because of the gym, she instantly left Jiang Xinghong's affairs behind her.

Jiang Qiuyi was startled, raised his hand and touched his lips.

She brushed her teeth and washed her face just before taking a bath, but she always felt that the sandalwood incense on Lu Mingcheng's body was still on it.

Jiang Qiuyi thought for a while, and was embarrassed by himself again.

She thought of Zhen Ping's last words, she guessed it was looking for Lu Mingcheng, so she didn't take the initiative to send a message to ask.

Mainly, she was too embarrassed to ask.

Jiang Qiuyi was thinking wildly, and Li Miao sent her several messages one after another.

Li Miao: [Qiu Yi! Huo Xun said that we can secretly go out to play the next night, do you and Mr. Lu want to be together? 】

Li Miao: [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, how about we go to the bridge to watch the fireworks, and then go to the suburban villa for a drink? 】

The day after tomorrow is New Year’s Eve.

Jiang Qiuyi is not sure if he can go, [I have to ask Lu Mingcheng. 】

Li Miao: [Okay, you are back to the old house, I will go to play with you tomorrow. 】

Jiang Qiuyi: [Okay, okay, come on. 】

In this way, she won't have to be so embarrassed tomorrow.

Li Miao: [OK. 】

The two were chatting, the door was pushed open.

Jiang Qiuyi's eyelids twitched and looked straight over.

Lu Mingcheng was still wearing the suit he had just worked out, but his expression had already returned to normal.

The two looked at each other. Before Lu Mingcheng could speak, Jiang Qiuyi quickly pulled the quilt over and lay down properly.

Lu Mingcheng looked at her behavior and raised the corners of his lips.

"Qiu Yi."

"What are you doing." Jiang Qiuyi was bored under the quilt and said in a bad tone: "I'm sleeping."

Lu Mingchengwu smiled to himself: "Mom just came to me and asked if we are going to Japan in the next year."

Jiang Qiuyi was taken aback, then opened to look at him, "What do you say?"

Lu Mingcheng looked at her, "Did you mention it to Mom?"

Jiang Qiuyi recalled it carefully, as if he had raised a mouth with Zhen Ping.

When the two returned from playing mahjong, they had a chat after choosing packages in the car.

Zhen Ping said where she plans to go after the New Year, and she also plans to go to Switzerland, where the air is good and the scenery is good, to raise her body or something, and ask Jiang Qiuyi if she wants to go.

Jiang Qiuyi thought that she still had a magazine, but he was not sure for a while.

As the two chatted, Zhen Ping told her sincerely that she should take advantage of her youth to go out and take a walk. If she is ambitious, of course she wants to do something she likes.

But seriously, the Lu family does not miss her. She only needs to be Mrs. Lu Mingcheng who eats, drinks and has fun every day, and there is no problem at all.

Jiang Qiuyi's career ambition is not too heavy. He would make those investments before, but also to spend the money that Lu Mingcheng inherited.

However, she is really interested in the magazine. So she didn't immediately agree, but she also said that she would give herself time to relax.

By the way, he mentioned that Lu Mingcheng and Lu Mingcheng planned to go to Japan in the next year.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qiuyi nodded: "Well, what I told mom, what's wrong?"

Lu Mingcheng paused and whispered: "She asked me to accompany you to buy clothes."

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Jiang Qiuyi was stunned, and said strangely: "What clothes to buy?"

Lu Mingcheng said without changing his face, "Swimsuit."

"..."