Time passed little by little, and it seemed like a century had passed.
Lu Zhiyuan slowly relaxed his body and adjusted his sitting posture. It was just a condition represented by an insignificant noun in medicine, a human-defined vocabulary.
Lu Zhiyuan rubbed his eyebrows and pressed the switch at hand. The entire roof slowly opened, and the surrounding walls retracted to both sides like cracked book pages. The original antique study room immediately took on a more primitive and grand furnishings. It was shocking and majestic. One section
The steps rise, the walls recede, and the space is infinitely enlarged. However, such a magnificent and luxurious interior is like being at an execution site, the depths of hell, twisted and bloody, like a paradise for indulgent revelers.
Lu Zhiyuan's expression became calmer and calmer, easily suppressing the violence here. In the corners of the many dark grids, where the paint had not yet solidified, there was a girl's faint back, looking back and smiling.
Lu Zhiyuan looked at her quietly... Those eyes that he had admired countless times reflected him completely today... mixed with the wind and rain, bright and gentle...
Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help but tighten his hands.
Suddenly the mobile phone on the table rang.
[I’m so tired today. I’m so tired that I don’t want to talk. I’d like to express my sincerity and say good night.]
The darkness in Lu Zhiyuan's eyes faded, as if he was afraid that something here would disturb her, he pressed the close button.
Feng Yu just pushed the door open and came in. When he saw the secret passage that was finally closed, he almost turned around and flew out. After confirming again and again that Mr. Lu was in good spirits and there was no sign of killing him, he dared to stand slowly and lowered his head in an instant, expressing his loyalty: "
gentlemen."
Lu Zhiyuan raised his head and easily dismissed the dark law and chaotic order in his eyes, which could even be called gentle: "Something happened."
Feng Yu suddenly felt a chill running down his spine. Every souvenir placed inside, he had participated in their funeral: "The Liu family wants to take a step back so that we can stop."
Lu Zhiyuan's tone was casual: "Is this so..." He didn't say he agreed or disagreed.
Feng Yu's heart almost exploded. People mentioned outside that Mr. Lu was the heir to the Lu family in Beicheng or the pioneer of the Chonggang Group. In fact, they were neither. The Chonggang Group was just one of the many companies under Mr. Lu's name.
Just as Lu Zhiyuan was about to speak, the phone in his hand rang again.
[Hey, why can’t I fall asleep? Are you already asleep? I haven’t woken you up. There’s nothing I can do if I wake you up. I’m lying on the bed. It’s so dark and quiet around me, but I can’t fall asleep. Oooh, pitiful
One minute to myself.]
The solidified aura around Lu Zhiyuan faded slightly. Just as he was about to hit him, another one flashed out. [No, no, go to sleep, or you won't be able to get up tomorrow. Good night, kiss.]
Lu Zhiyuan waited until the screen went dark and the message disappeared. His face turned livid in an instant. He only missed one number before he called. The atmosphere solidified little by little, but he spoke in an uninvolved tone: "Twenty percent, no less."
Feng Yu was so aroused by his divisive tone and expression that his hands and feet went cold. When Mr. Lu was more serious, he was almost frightened.
"There's something else."
Feng Yu turned around quickly. He thought he had followed Mr. Lu for the longest time, but he still didn't know where Mr. Lu couldn't stimulate him. Fortunately, Mr. Lu could control himself very well.
As for Mr. Lu's girlfriend who just took office today, Feng Yu is not surprised at all that she can't suppress Mr. Lu's emotions. Maybe she's not even a girlfriend.
Lu Zhiyuan picked up his phone and waited for it to flash again.
Ten minutes have passed, twenty minutes have passed.
Until Lu Zhiyuan returned to the bedroom, no text messages came in.
Lu Zhiyuan's face darkened again, but he found a new friend in her circle.
——It may have disturbed my boyfriend’s rest. I miss him so much. Please go to sleep. You can see him when you wake up (cheer up).
Lu Zhiyuan looked at it for a while and reluctantly accepted it.
Time passed minute by minute.
Gu Cici had already fallen asleep. The roommates who were waiting for her to come back to question her relationship didn't catch Gu Cici who returned late. Gu Cici tiredly defended his 'new relationship' and then fell asleep.
In the silent old house, there was only the light of night lights.
The light in the bedroom was still on, and the night patrol drone was used to cruising around in the dark and flying away with a flash of light.
Lu Zhiyuan was leaning on the bedside, fully dressed, and repeatedly looked at several messages sent by her on the phone. Without the person who sent them in real time, he downplayed his emotions when he received them before reading the messages again. He used words that were flattering, bold, and self-centered.
, wanton.
Is this emotion?
The scrutiny in Lu Zhiyuan's eyes gradually returned, and he began to doubt her intentions again?
But this is indeed not his strong point. Lu Zhiyuan opened the search software and asked: 'Why do girls take the initiative to confess their love?'
——She is blind.
——Of course I like you.
——Dog, get out!
——The girl must have mustered up a lot of courage to confess her love. If the poster also likes her, she must cherish it. I don’t dare to confess to my senior now.
——The original poster is here to show off that the appraisal is complete.
——The original poster is short, thin, short, and thin? So he only wants your money? Otherwise, why are you so unconfident!
——The upstairs is cruel enough.
——The original poster is out of his mind.
Without any useful answer, Lu Zhiyuan changed his expression: 'Under what circumstances will a girl take the initiative to confess her love?'
——When you love someone too much.
——The child you are pregnant with is not yours and needs to be taken over by you.
——When you don’t love someone, because you don’t love someone, you don’t worry about losing her, and you don’t care about face. In the end, you don’t know if she is her spare tire.
——Were you injured upstairs? Please tell me carefully.
——Brothers are rich!
There was one thing Lu Zhiyuan didn't adopt, and he changed the way he asked: 'While getting along, I found that my girlfriend is different from what I imagined. Why?"
——Brother, brother (crying face) feels the same way. My tigress can’t say enough.
——Breast augmentation? Beautiful legs? P-picture? It’s almost done. Why complain? After all, I have a girl.
——Upstairs, I must be taking off my makeup.
——Going to the first floor, I once imagined it was extremely beautiful, but reality teaches us how to be a human being. Let’s not talk about it anymore, just move the bricks.
——If you don’t have a girlfriend, don’t date her.
——Be content, even if I don’t give you points, it’s all good.
——A date? Is there anyone for a date?
——Has the poster changed his mind? He made such a lame excuse.
——Brother, if she’s a man, just tell her directly, I’m tired of sleeping with you, let’s go!
——The original poster lent me his girlfriend. Is it correct? Can I sleep with her? Let me try it out and answer the original poster’s questions.
Lu Zhiyuan deleted the post directly. The next moment, he turned on his computer, restored the post, and hacked the last person's computer.
But it did not affect his increasingly sensitive suspicion of ancient Ci Ci.
Because of this suspicion, Lu Zhiyuan became calmer the next day and had no intention of giving her any good looks before he knew the whole story.
…
Early in the morning, after delivering the last breakfast, Gu CiCi looked at the teaching building in front of him, thought of something, and suddenly ran around half of the playground towards the chemistry building.
At the back door of the Grade 20 class, Gu CiCi poked his head out like a little mole and happened to see Lu Zhiyuan sitting in the back row.
He was bathed in the morning light, surrounded by a peaceful aura, quiet, pure and noble. I have to say that this skin is indeed beautiful, but unfortunately, no matter how good-looking the appearance is, it cannot make up for his corrupt heart.
Gu CiCi raised the corners of his mouth sweetly, took out the crumpled paper from his pocket, and threw it accurately on Lu Zhiyuan.
Lu Zhiyuan turned around.
Gu CiCi happily raised her hands and lowered them on her head, and sweetly expressed her heart to him: I love you all day. The next moment she ran quickly to her classroom, she was going to be late!
Lu Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment and quickly chased after him.