spoiled

At 04:30 in the afternoon, there was the sound of a car turning off in the courtyard.

Jiang Ting saw the silver-gray Phantom that Lu Shiyi often drove on the balcony on the second floor, and he didn't expect him to come back so long in advance.

After thinking for a while, she went back to the bedroom and quickly walked to the study with two gifts.

One copy was entrusted by Xue Yu to her.

The other one was originally intended to be given to him after dinner in the evening.

Jiang Ting put them all on the executive desk in the study.

As soon as Lu Shiyi entered the door, there was a fragrance of fragrance rushing towards him.

He raised his hand, embraced the softness that had rushed forward, and pinched her buttocks.

Jiang Ting raised her bright face in his arms: "Didn't you say you won't be back until dinner time?"

Lu Shiyi lowered his head and pecked her on the lips, then put one hand on his hip and the other on his waist, picked her up and walked into the living room: "I deliberately speeded up to finish all the important things at hand."

"What? Not happy that I came back early?"

Of course not, it's just that dinner isn't ready yet.

Subconsciously, Jiang Ting wrapped her legs around the man's waist, put her slender arms on his shoulders, and directed him directly to the second floor: "Go to the study."

The two beautifully wrapped gift bags on the executive desk were very conspicuous, and Lu Shiyi saw them at a glance.

He lowered his eyes and gave the koala hanging on his body a questioning look.

Is this a birthday present for him?

Jiang Ting kissed him on the cheek, but didn't answer: "I'll call you later, you go downstairs again, otherwise you won't be allowed to leave the study."

After speaking, she jumped out of his arms and turned to go out.

Lu Shiyi patted her butt lightly, looking at her back with doting eyes.

He took off his suit jacket, hung it up casually, and then walked to sit behind the executive desk.

Among the two gifts, Lu Shiyi was the first to pick up one of the boxy looking packages.

With a smile on his lips, he carefully tore open the package.

Inside is a set of crisp, pure black custom-made handmade suits, and a handwritten note——

A unique gift for my dearest and unique Mr. Lu!

It was Jiang Jiang's own clothes designed for him.

Lu Shiyi stroked the beautiful handwriting on the note, and the smile lines on the corners of his mouth spread again.

He picked up another copy, which Xue Yu asked Jiang Ting to forward.

Inside is a black rectangular gift box, which looks expensive.

Lu Shiyi raised his hand to open it, and seeing the two exquisite pistol models lying in the gift box, the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly disappeared.

Memories that have passed for a long time swept back like a tide.

He clenched his fists tightly and stared at the two expensive pistol models, his eyes gradually turned red, as if he was looking at some mortal enemy.

Lu Shiyi hardly thought about it, picked up the black gift box, and threw it on the ground.

The action was so big that even the suit that had just been taken apart by the table also suffered a catastrophe and was accidentally touched.

At that time, Jiang Ting walked to the door with the freshly squeezed orange juice, only to see that the clothes he had worked so hard to design for more than a month were lying in a mess on the floor.

The glass in her hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces. She didn't react for a while, and looked at the man in a daze.

I saw Lu Shiyi's face was gloomy, and his black eyes, which had always only had a gentle smile on her, were bottomless, and he was shocked even if he looked at her even more.

"Shi Yi, what's wrong with you?"

Why did you throw the gift she gave you on the ground?

Even if you don't like it, there's no need to do it!

She stayed up for several nights in order to conceive the inspiration, and even watched the whole process of production by herself.

Big tears fell from Jiang Ting, she covered her mouth and ran out crying.

Candlesticks and flowers were already set on the dining table downstairs. Aunt Xue heard the voice coming out of the kitchen and was about to say the last soup, but she saw Jiang Ting running away crying.

She chased after him and shouted twice, but she disappeared soon after.

Aunt Xue was so anxious that she rushed to the study on the second floor and saw the mess and asked Lu Shiyi boldly: "Sir, did you quarrel with your wife?"

Before he could answer, Aunt Xue sighed, "To celebrate your birthday, my wife ordered me to prepare it yesterday. I have been busy in the kitchen all day today and said that I will prepare a candlelight dinner for you...... Why, why did you smash all the gifts she gave you?"

"She ran out crying alone, without bringing anything. What if something happens to her?"

Lu Shiyi suddenly got up from the executive chair, worry and annoyance appeared in his eyes.

Aunt Xue hurriedly said: "Hurry up and chase her back, and explain to her well..."

Lu Shiyi raised his foot, but he stopped when he stepped out.

After a while, he said wearily: "I see, you go downstairs first."

Aunt Xue shook her head helplessly, turned and left.

Lu Shiyi took out his mobile phone and dialed Lao Zhao's number: "Master Zhao, drive to the gate of the community and wait. You can take your wife there wherever she wants to go. Don't leave her alone."

After hanging up the phone, he bent down, picked up the well-designed suit and the note written by Jiang Ting himself, carefully placed it on the table and smoothed it out again.

In the end, he hung the suit in the most commonly used cabinet in the cloakroom, and kept the notes in the drawer of the desk.

Jiang Ting didn't want people to see a joke, so she wiped away her tears as soon as she came out of the villa, and raised her head to force back the soreness in the corners of her eyes.

She ran all the way out of Tianjing Villa Garden, and Lao Zhao drove out at the gate of the community. When he saw her appear, he immediately got out of the car and walked over, with a very respectful attitude: "Madam, Mr. Lu asked me to see you off."

Jiang Ting refused in a muffled voice: "No, you can go back!"

How dare Lao Zhao leave?

From the wife's appearance, it seemed that she was having a fight with her husband. At this time, he dared not even touch Mr. Lu's nipples.

Old Zhao looked embarrassed: "Ma'am, this is what Mr. Lu personally ordered."

Jiang Ting didn't want to implicate innocent people in the conflict between the two of them.

The point is, she suddenly remembered that she was penniless now, and she forgot to bring out her mobile phone.

It was obviously Lu Shiyi's fault, why did she wrong herself?

Jiang Ting got in the car driven by Lao Zhao and reported the address of Pei Jiameng's rented house next to the film and television city.

When Jiang Ting arrived, Pei Jiameng was still filming in the studio.

She didn't have a mobile phone and couldn't be reached, so she could only wait for her to come back at the door.

Fortunately, the tenant across the street is also an actor and knows Pei Jiameng.

Seeing Jiang Ting when going out, he made a call for her.

On the other side, when Lu Shiyi received a call from Lao Zhao and learned that Jiang Ting had gone to Pei Jiameng's place, his frowning brows relaxed slightly.

He put the phone aside, brought the cigarette he had just lit to his lips and took a deep breath.

The study room was filled with smoke, and the ashtray on the desk of the executive was filled with half-smoked cigarette butts and shaken ash.

It has been 22 years since that incident, but every frame and every scene seems to be engraved in his mind, and he has never forgotten it.