The queen's wife is too sultry

In the ward, the walls are cold and the air is cold.

A white and slender hand with well-defined knuckles was holding a glass of warm water.

Zhang Yuemei leaned back on the bed, her white hair was a little disheveled because she just woke up, her expression was cold, she turned a blind eye to the water that the man handed over.

half an hour.

She glanced at the man without emotion, and said lightly, "What are you doing here?"

The man's hand holding the water glass froze in mid-air. Seeing that Zhang Yuemei had no intention of taking it, he was not annoyed. He put the water glass on the table and put his slightly stiff hand back into his pocket.

As if he was familiar with himself, he pulled the chair over by himself, sat down beside Zhang Yuemei's hospital bed, folded his hands, as if planning to have a long talk with her.

"Mr. Lu, what do you mean?"

There was a calm smile on Lu Qing's handsome face: "Ms. Zhang, you are a smart person, and you don't know the purpose of my coming to you."

"There's something I need to talk to you about."

Although the corners of his mouth were hooked, there was no smile in his deep eyes. The cold white light shone in his eyes, and there were dots of cold stars in the black pupils.

Just sitting there quietly, this man gives people a sense of oppression without anger and prestige.

Zhang Yuemei frowned, and unconsciously tightened her hands under the quilt. She turned her face away, looked at the pitch-black window, and said in a cold tone, "I have nothing to talk to you about."

"It's getting late, please go back first, Mr. Lu. I'm a patient and need to rest."

She clearly just woke up, but she used this lame reason to order the eviction.

Lu Qing raised his eyebrows, it had been a long time since anyone gave him such a cold face.

He looked at Zhang Yuemei's gray temples, stubborn and fragile.

Recalling that not long ago, the old man could only lie on the hospital bed, his eyes closed, and he was wearing a ventilator weakly.

Originally, he had no hope, but he never thought that Dr. Zhang would suddenly tell him that Zhang Yuemei had signs of waking up.

He never thought that the old man would still remember him, the repulsion and indifference in his eyes were the same as six years ago.

When the two met for the first time, they told her their identity and purpose with the greatest sincerity, but they only got her cold eyes.

As the old man stumbled and fell into a long sleep, he also lost the most important clue.

However, she woke up again after many years, and after all, she still gave him some hope.

"Ms. Zhang, Ye Zhen didn't tell you." Lu Qing said casually, "I'm going to Anlan Cemetery today too."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuemei turned her head quickly as if she had been greatly stimulated, her old eyes fixed on Lu Qing, her voice was low and angry: "What right do you have to go!"

"You people from the Lu family are really haunted! I told you six years ago, don't appear in front of me or Zhenzhen!"

"Ms. Zhang, don't get excited." Lu Qing frowned, "I didn't come here today to quarrel with you."

Zhang Yuemei sneered, "I'll say it one last time, I have nothing to say to the Lu family!"

He had already shown a sincere attitude, but she was so reticent, Lu Qingjun's face sank, and the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared.

"What do you mean I'm not qualified to go? Don't forget, Ye Qi is from our Lu family. I want to see her and it's not your turn to comment."

With the change of the man's attitude, the air pressure in the ward instantly dropped, Zhang Yuemei sensed that he was angry, but she didn't have the slightest fear, and said in a choked voice: "Since that's the case, you can go if you want, why bother to make trouble in front of an old woman like me! "

The veins on Lu Qing's forehead twitched twice. His patience had already reached its limit. Thinking of the relationship between the old man and Zhang Yuemei, he took a deep breath, adjusted his tone and attitude, and said forbearance: "I know you have prejudice against the Lu family, but -"

He took something out of his pocket and put it on Zhang Yuemei's quilt.

"At least, you should think about it for Ye Zhen."

The round and beautiful jade pendant with phoenix pattern was lying quietly on the table.

Zhang Yuemei's pupils shrank suddenly, this was the third time she saw this jade pendant.

The first time was six years ago, and the second time was when Ye Zhen showed her the day before yesterday.

She was so angry that her chest heaved up and down. After a while, she gritted her teeth and said, "It's just a jade pendant, what can it represent?"

"What it can represent, you should know better than me."

Lu Qing reached for the jade pendant and played with it in his hand. The cold jade pendant rolled in his palm. He lowered his eyes, his handsome face was elegant and calm: "If I'm not wrong, Ye Zhen has already asked you about the origin of the jade pendant. Bar."

Zhang Yuemei's eyes were gloomy and she didn't say a word.

"She has grown up and has her own ideas. With her intelligence, even if you deliberately block it, you may not be able to hide everything."

"Besides." Lu Qing raised his eyes, put the jade pendant back into his pocket, his eyes were firm and forceful: "How do you know that Zhenzhen doesn't want to go back to Lu's house?"

Speaking of this, his address has changed from "Ye Zhen" to "Zhen Zhen", and the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Zhang Yuemei realized this, her eyes instantly became terrified, and she said in a broken voice, "You——have you seen her?"

Lu Qing said "Yes", "She is now an artist under Ruiyao's banner."

Ye Qi has been burdened by being an artist all her life, but her daughter has followed the same path as her.

There are so many entertainment companies in China, but Ye Zhen chose to sign with Lu Qing's Rui Yao.

Feeling the teasing and ruthlessness of fate, Zhang Yuemei leaned her head on the head of the bed with a tired and numb expression.

Lu Qing couldn't bear it, he thought for a moment, his face gradually softened, "I know you are quite dissatisfied with the Lu family because of Ye Qi, as early as six years ago, I personally admitted the Lu family's fault to you, and I am willing to pay Any price to compensate Zhenzhen."

"Compensation?" Zhang Yuemei sneered as if she had heard a joke: "What about Qiqi? She was only five years old when she was sent to the orphanage! Five years old!"

Her eyes were cold and hateful, as if she was complaining about the injustice of fate, and her tone was full of grief and anger: "How can you Lu family bear it! How can you bear it!"

"Now I've jumped out to make up for it. When she died, where were the members of your Lu family?"

Her words were like a heavy hammer, hammering heavily on Lu Qing's heart, causing dull pain again and again.

His always cynical peach blossom eyes flashed a trace of unstoppable sadness, he pursed his lips, he seemed to be sighing, but also remorseful, and his voice was as soft as fog: "It's the Lu family who is sorry for her."

Although he looked like this, the hatred in Zhang Yuemei's heart was not relieved. Thinking of Ye Qi's death, an uncontrollable cold pain swept over her body and mind. She waved her hand: "It's useless to say these things now, I just hope that Zhen Zhen will not follow her mother's old path, and I will be satisfied when I grow up safely in this life."