This Alternate Is the Real Charm Chapter 6

When Roven Lu said he wanted to call the police, Kevin Mao was completely panicked. He couldn't tell whether Roven Lu's words were true or false. He didn't know whether surveillance was good or bad. He didn't confirm it himself, and he felt very unsure.

If the surveillance is not broken, the police will definitely obtain the video during the investigation. Even if the drug was deliberately avoided by the crowd, who can say for sure whether it was recorded or not. If it is recorded...

The Lujiajia family has a big business, starting from the research and development of technological products. In recent years, it has been involved in more and more industries, almost monopolizing the entire business district of Lincheng. Many companies cooperate with their family businesses, including the Mao family.

If this matter gets serious, given how much the Lu family treasures Roven Lu, it will definitely involve the Mao family. Once the Lu family makes everything he did to Roven Lu public, public opinion will be enough to overwhelm their family.

The Mao family is a food manufacturer, and its "powerful food" includes dairy products, beverages, fast food, imported fresh food, etc. It is a supplier to major shopping malls and supermarkets.

There is no shortage of suppliers in the catering industry under Jiasheng Company. For them, Power Food is just a dispensable existence. One more is not more, one less is not a lot, and it will not have any impact on them.

But for the Mao family, losing cooperation is a small matter, because he has discredited the Mao family, lowered the Mao family's social credibility and public favorability, and been jailed is a big deal.

Kevin Mao was afraid of going to jail. He was only twenty-four years old and still had a lot of youth left in him.

Kevin Mao's fingers holding Roven Lu couldn't stop trembling, and he secretly regretted his stupidity for hurting innocent people for the sake of a man.

The fear after the jealousy dissipated made him realize how bad and stupid his previous actions were.

"I'm sorry Roven Lu, I was blinded by jealousy for a moment, and I was wrong. But you weren't really hurt, right? And the person was Blake Jin. You like him so much, so I helped you." ah."

"Please, don't call the police. I don't want to go to jail, and I don't want my parents' decades of hard work to be ruined because of me. Can you please let me go?"

Roven Lu's expression was indifferent and unmoved. Kevin Mao's heart fell into the ice cellar, and he knelt on the ground with a "plop", holding his hand and his eyes were red.

"Roven Lu, please, I really know I was wrong. I will make it up to you. I will do anything you want me to do for you without any objection."

Roven Lu looked down at the man kneeling on the ground with cold eyes, a hint of interest rising in his eyes: "Are you really willing to do anything?"

Kevin Mao nodded repeatedly.

"How about death?"

Roven Lu's fingers grasped him with sudden force. Roven Lu frowned slightly and pulled his hand away from his chest. Inexplicably, he felt like a bully bullying the weak.

To be precise, the "as if" should be removed and looking back at everything in this world, in a sense, Roven Lu has indeed been a bully several times.

"But, can it be something else?" Obviously, Kevin Mao is afraid of death, but that's true, who is not afraid of death?

I heard that prison life is nothing but boring. Such punishment is really boring. Roven Lu rubbed his chin, his light-colored pupils turning left and right, like a harmless kitten thinking about bad ideas.

It is indeed cheaper for Kevin Mao to go to jail and undergo rehabilitation. It is better to keep him as a free labor force. Maybe it can be used for other purposes in the future.

After making up his mind, Roven Lu raised his eyebrows and lifted Kevin Mao up from the ground with a smile, his upturned eyes showing a bit of cunning.

The sudden change in attitude made Kevin Mao a little confused. With his blank, tearful eyes and his handsome face that was white and rosy, he looked quite pitiful.

"Give you a chance to atone for your sins. I need an errand boy..."

Before Roven Lu could finish what he said, Kevin Mao burst into laughter when he saw the light of dawn. Fearing that he would regret it, he shouted excitedly: "I will do it, I will!"

Well, what a good dog.

Roven Lu patted Kevin Mao's head with satisfaction. If you look carefully, you will find that the way he looks at Kevin Mao is the same as the way an owner looks at a dog.

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Kevin Mao still felt very sorry, so he took Roven Lu to the supermarket he opened near the university town, saying that as compensation, he would let him eat whatever he wanted, and he would also get whatever he wanted to eat for free in the future.

The supermarket is larger than the one in the mall and has everything.

Roven Lu remembered his childhood dream of opening a large supermarket and eating whatever he wanted, and later embarked on the path of music.

Kevin Mao, who was pushing the shopping cart, was like Jilu Yan's bodyguard. He walked in front and took him from daily necessities to the snack area, recommending what was good and what was not good. Only after he finished did he think of asking him what he liked to eat.

The sparrows kept chirping in his ears, noisier than the noise in the supermarket, and Roven Lu began to think about the correctness of his decision to keep Kevin Mao.

"I haven't done a few things yet." He suddenly interrupted Kevin Mao.

"What's up?"

Roven Lu lifted up a handful of curly hair and smiled at him: "Get your hair cut."

Coming out of the barber shop, Kevin Mao followed Roven Lu and stared straight at the round back of his head... and the blue color on his head.

Needless to say, this color is somewhat unconventional.

But he didn't dare to say.

It is undeniable that short hair is indeed the criterion for testing whether a person is handsome. Perhaps it can also be said that only good looks can lead to such willfulness.

The curly-haired Lu Yanqingjun is a well-behaved and well-protected delicate flower in the greenhouse. At first glance, she looks like a good student, someone else's child, and a good eldest son of her parents.

The short-cut Roven Lu, on the other hand, has become more sassy than the original one, and his arrogance is exposed, just like the one who was shaved short because the school forced him not to grow his hair long.

If the hair color is not eye-catching blue.

Under the sunlight, Kevin Mao felt that Roven Lu's skin seemed whiter against the blue backdrop.

Roven Lu seemed dissatisfied with this hair color, and his face showed dissatisfaction: "The pink I dyed before looked better than this, but this blue is too dark and not suitable for me."

"No, no, it suits you very well. You have fair skin and good looks. No matter what hair color or hairstyle you have, it will suit you."

There is a suspicion of blowing a rainbow fart, but it is also Kevin Mao's truth.

After a whole day, Roven Lu got his hair cut and went to a shop that looked more reliable to get his left ear pierced. Kevin Mao looked at it with pain in his flesh and couldn't help but cover his earlobe tightly.

The Roven Lu in front of him was so different from the obedient boy he knew that his indifferent expression when he saw him getting his ears pierced gave him the illusion that this person was not Roven Lu.

He was thinking a little too far and didn't even notice that Roven Lu had arrived.

Roven Lu flicked his face, which was unexpectedly soft and felt really good.

Kevin Mao came to his senses in pain, only to find that the man next to him was looking at him with a smile but not a smile. He coughed slightly in embarrassment and asked him if his ears hurt.

"I don't think so. Do you know any tattoo artists?"

The two walked side by side and passed a music store. Someone was playing a drum set inside. Looking around, they saw a child of several years old in the store who was beating randomly on the drum head with a drumstick.

Roven Lu stopped and his eyes stayed on the drum set for a moment.

"Tattoo artist? Do you want a tattoo?"

With his eyebrows slightly raised, Roven Lu touched his slightly dry lips, feeling a little itchy in his mouth: "Yeah." He was addicted to smoking.

Kevin Mao was slightly surprised: "Aren't you afraid of pain? Tattoos hurt like hell. Life advice is not to touch that thing. I almost died from the pain when I got a fish tattoo in my junior year. I still remember the feeling clearly after so many years." "

Roven Lu patiently listened to his ramble: "The name of the tattoo artist."

The studio in March is located in a relatively remote villa. The boss is a friend of Kevin Mao and the most famous tattoo artist in the studio. The appointment depends on fate and mood, and he is full of personality.

After driving here for nearly an hour, Kevin Mao felt a little motion sick after sitting for a long time, and he opened the window in a hopeless manner to try to stop himself from vomiting.

Roven Lu casually took out a bottle of mint lozenges and threw them to him. Kevin Mao quickly grabbed the life-saving straw and stuffed two pills into his mouth.

The door of the studio was open, and maybe after hearing some noise, a muscular man with colorful arms and apron came out. He was tall and tall, with a slightly deep old scar running across his eyebrows. The cigarette in his mouth had burned to his B*tt0cks. Dian.

The flowery-armed uncle saw the two of them, holding a cigarette B*tt between his rough fingers and walking towards them with a smile on his face. This man looked like a gangster when he didn't smile, but when he smiled he looked inexplicably honest and honest, which was a huge contrast.

The two sides met each other, and Rong Houyan took Kevin Mao's arm and looked him up and down, "Xiu Xiu, long time no see. This guy's skin is getting thinner and tenderer."

Kevin Mao: ... I'm used to it now, smile.jpg.

"Brother Yan, my friend wants to get a tattoo. Is Lao Chen awake?" On the way here, he contacted the studio owner Chen Yuxue. The other party was obviously sleeping when he answered the phone. Kevin Mao has known him for so many years and knows that he has a gentle temper and a lot of energy. He suffered from serious procrastination and was afraid of delaying Roven Lu's tattoo plan. He kept insisting that it was his very important friend who wanted the tattoo, so he lazily said he knew it and hung up the phone.

When the two got out of the car, Rong Houyan noticed Roven Lu, who looked like a delinquent. He had an average appearance. According to Mao Xiuyan's temperament, there were not many bad friends around him, but this one stood out.

Especially those light brown eyes, as bright and clear as amber. When they look at you, it seems like a pure spring is slowly flowing through their hearts.

"Hello, I'm Roven Lu." Roven Lu stretched out his arm first toward the flowery-armed man who was looking at him.

Rong Houyan later realized that it was rude to stare at others like this, so he smiled and held the green and slender hand, "Hello, I am Rong Houyan, the number two tattoo artist in March Studio. "

"Our boss is feeling a little unwell today and is resting in the house."

Roven Lu pulled out the photo of an orange cat in the photo album of his mobile phone. This was the one he could find that looked the most like a foodie: "It doesn't matter. Who is free in your studio? I want to get a tattoo of an orange cat, which looks like this."

Rong Houyan took the phone, and Kevin Mao came forward: "I'm free. This is your pet cat? It's very cute, but it's time to lose weight. It seems like the weight is affecting your health."

"No, my cat went to Meow Star a few years ago after it aged out. The previous photos were accidentally cleared. This is just the online picture I found that most resembles my cat."

"Sorry, I offended."

"fine."

Roven Lu's request was simple, he just needed to tattoo according to the picture.

Rong Houyan has been a tattoo artist for more than ten years and has rich experience and qualifications. Although he is the second tattoo artist in March Studio, his skills are the best and he is also ranked among the best in the circle.

There were two guests in the studio. When Roven Lu stepped into the room, he felt the eyes of the two guests looking over. He didn't pay attention and went down to the second floor under the leadership of Rong Houyan.

The small living room, which is about 20 square meters, is clean and tidy. A whole side of floor-to-ceiling glass windows can clearly see the scene of the living room downstairs.

Roven Lu picked a soft chair by the window. Not long after he sat down, Rong Houyan came in with tattoo tools.

"Where does Mr. Lu want the tattoo to be?" he asked.

"Arm." Roven Lu pointed to the upper arm.

Ten minutes later, the sound of machine operation could be heard in the small living room on the second floor.

The anesthetic blocked the pain of the needle penetrating the skin very well. Roven Lu knew that this was only temporary. When the tattoo was over and the anesthetic had lost its effect, that would be the most painful thing.

He had experienced it once in this life, but he had always been able to bear it and didn't feel much pain.

Halfway through the tattooing process, the door to the small living room was suddenly pushed open, and a tall, lanky man who yawned and looked like he had not woken up walked in. He fell lazily on top of the sleepy Kevin Mao.

Kevin Mao groaned in his sleep and did not wake up.

Rong Houyan glanced at him at work and introduced to Roven Lu: "This is Chen Yuxue, the boss of our studio. Although he looks a little unreliable, he is actually a very delicate person."

Roven Lu was not very interested in this and raised his lips to smile at Chen Yuxue out of politeness.

"What are you saying to ruin my image? Hello little handsome guy, I am Chen Yuxue, the owner of March Studio. You are Kevin Mao's new friend. It's nice to meet you. What's your name?" Chen Yuxue turned over and said She asked him with a smile while holding her chin up.

As he moved, his clothes touched his waist, and Roven Lu caught a glimpse of the scar on his stomach. He paused for a moment and then looked calmly at his pale and unhealthy face.

"Hello, Roven Lu."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall, light-brown figure appeared downstairs. Chen Yuxue's position was facing the door below. With sharp eyes, he saw the man walking to the sofa with steady steps, and quickly got up and put on his clothes.

"The guests are here, Xiao Lu'er, let's talk next time. Lao Rong, entertain us Xiao Lu'er well."

Chen Yuxue left the small living room.

Roven Lu turned back and looked downstairs. Sitting in the large living room was a man wearing a thin windbreaker. He had long hair tied back and his three-dimensional and soft profile looked vaguely familiar.

At this moment, the man suddenly raised his head. Through the huge glass window, their eyes collided, and both of them were stunned.