Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

"Ling Sheng, that's the little star who's been hot recently." Liang Shuye was lustful: "The Fourth Young Master doesn't want to try it? That figure is soft as water, and her face is as beautiful as an immortal, and only a beauty of that level is worthy of you. Si Shao, what kind of vulgar fans are these."

The man on the opposite side, the fourth young master of the Lu family, Lu Shihao, recently had business dealings with his family. Those who had met out to sing and sang were the second generation ancestors.

Lu Shihao is a dude who can't get up to the wall with mud. His hobby is spending money with women, but Ling Sheng hesitated: "Young Master Liang doesn't know that the woman is from Huo Ci Studio!"

"Why? Four young people are still afraid of Huo Ci? Your Lu family is famous for the four young people, even if it is Huo Ci, I dare not do anything to you, but it's just a small artist under his banner. Give me more money. Who can't live with money?" Liang Shuye had already figured out Lu Shihao's temper during these days.

He has no abilities himself, he is just a trash, but he also hates others saying he is trash, and he doesn't care about anything when he goes crazy.

Ling Sheng's woman, he has been coveting for a long time, every day when he was in bed with other women, all he thought of was her face, and she was tortured crazy.

This time, he had to get her in his hands, be upright, and see if she will be upright and not upright by the time, she is in pajamas!

"I'm afraid of Huo Ci? Who is afraid of Huo Ci? Who is he?" When Lu Shihao heard this, his chubby face was distorted into a ball, and he sneered: "It's just a waste of the Huo family. I compare!"

Liang Shuye achieved his goal and smiled and patted his horse: "That is, what is Huo Ci? How can it be compared with your Lu Sishao?"

"That's it, I'll come first." Lu Shihao laughed wryly. The woman is pretty, so she can talk about it if she gets it.

"You must be the Four Young Masters first!" Liang Shuye smiled and continued flattering, and gave a thumbs up: "In the entire capital, only the Four Young Masters can be called a hero."

Lu Shihao was so happy that he was photographed, and he called a waiter over to send a bottle of wine to Ling Sheng and his box.

The waiter took the red wine, opened the door, and looked at the box. They were all half-year-old boys, only fifteen or sixteen years old. There were only two girls, one of them turned out to be Ling Sheng. Colleagues were all talking about being pretty, a little bit nasty, and even fantasizing about how much money, and so on, went straight to her: "Miss Ling, Lafite in 1982, Lu Sishao treats you."

Ling Sheng frowned: "I'm sorry, I don't know me, send it back."

The Fourth Young Master of Lu Family?

Lu Shihao?

The cheap nephew of her fifth uncle is not a good thing. He is greedy for money and lust. He eats, drinks, prostitutes, gambles and smokes all evil assholes.

"Miss Ling, the Fourth Young Master asked me, is it an honor to invite you to the box for a gathering?" The waiter continued to ask according to Lu Shihao's request.

"Sorry, no." Ling Sheng was a little strange, how did Lu Shihao know that he was in this box?

The waiter took the wine and went out. He went back and looked at the man in front of him respectfully: "Fourth Young Master, Miss Ling said she doesn't know you."

"Damn, bitch, shame on your face!" Lu Shihao sipped, but he didn't expect that someone would dare not sell him face, the stars of the entertainment circle, especially the newcomers who just entered the circle, he didn't order it. You want which one you want.