Lu Zechen sat down on the sofa with a face drawn, playing with the lighter that Gu Lianshun had taken away.
Mi Lan followed Awen into the door and looked at him immediately.
"Xiao Chen."
Lu Zechen didn't raise his head and said calmly: "I have something to say."
Mi Lan had long hair shawl and was wearing a floral skirt. She had obviously dressed up carefully before going out, but the haggard look on her face could not be concealed.
She found that Awen was still there and said to Lu Zechen, "Can I talk to you alone?"
Lu Zechen was impatient and winked at Awen.
Awen left and as soon as the door closed, Mi Lan looked towards the stairs.
"Isn't Gu Lian here?"
Lu Zechen didn't answer, but gave her a slightly cold look, "Tell me something."
Mi Lan's face turned pale as she walked forward and wanted to sit down next to Lu Zechen.
As soon as she got closer, a strong floral fragrance rushed over, and it didn't smell like jasmine.
Lu Zechen frowned, his disgust difficult to conceal.
Mi Lan didn't seem to notice. Although she didn't sit next to him, she sat near him.
"I came today to say I'm sorry." She spoke slowly, and as soon as she finished speaking, tears fell down.
Snap!
Lu Zechen put the lighter on the coffee table and glanced at her mockingly, "Do you think I'm sorry for missing you?"
Mi Lan made a move.
Lu Zechen leaned back and said: "I am still happy to meet you, just because I want you to say a few useful words. If you are smart, just speak more clearly and don't bring up any old feelings. Don't talk about old feelings between you and me. That's it.
There is not much love at all."
Mi Lan clenched her fists, her eyes gradually turned red, feeling aggrieved.
"No feelings? So what are those things back then? What are all the messes you made when you contradicted my aunt and cleaned up for me?"
Lu Zechen sneered.
The contempt and ridicule flashing in his eyes were too real, like a slap in the face, hitting Mi Lan hard in the face.
"Xiao Chen..."
upstairs
Gu Lian looked at the screen and clearly heard the conversation inside, without much expression on his face.
As for Lu Zechen and Mi Lan's past, it wasn't that she didn't mind and didn't ask carefully, because she didn't want to cause any trouble for herself.
He contradicted Wenyuan and even cleaned up the mess for her.
That's what eighteen-year-old Lu Zechen would do.
Feeling unhappy, I hit the space bar hard.
Lu Zechen's voice came out again.
He said: "If it were another person, I would have contradicted my mother at that time. It has nothing to do with loving you. It's just that I am rebellious by nature and I don't want my mother to interfere in my affairs."
Mi Lan: "Impossible. When I first arrived in Europe, you often..."
Lu Zechen leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees, and said calmly: "I'm just making sure you're dead."
Gu Lian in front of the screen: "..."
"Xiao Chen..."
Downstairs, Lu Zechen sniffed the smell in the air, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. He looked at Mi Lan and said, "Just because I don't say something, doesn't mean I can't see it."
Mi Lan's eyes flickered, "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean." Lu Zechen glanced at her and said, "The money you took from me was enough to buy out our relationship back then."
Mi Lan's expression suddenly changed.
Lu Zechen snorted coldly, "Do you still want to have a relationship with me now?"
There was no such thing between them from the beginning. He was young at that time and easily bewitched, but after transferring money repeatedly, he could certainly see why Mi Lan approached him.
A child from a wealthy family has never seen any monsters or monsters.