This villain's style is crooked

Lu Yuan smiled.

Contemptuous and sarcastic.

"Get a new medical team."

"Corpse, made into flower fertilizer."

Uncle Zhou nodded in agreement.

Ning Yuxin couldn't believe it.

why......

She saved him!It also gave him hope!Shouldn't he be grateful to Dade? !

Ning Yuxin wanted to question angrily, but the servant had already tightly covered her mouth.

Seeing the unwillingness and resentment gathered on her face, Uncle Zhou sighed:

"Mr. didn't want to care about these trivial matters, but you insisted on challenging his bottom line."

"Do your own fault, don't live."

Ning Yuxin was stunned.

Suddenly, I remembered what the teacher told her at first:

"Actually, working in the Lu family is not that scary. As long as you don't mess with Mr. Lu and keep a good balance, you can do a lot of things in the name of the Lu family."

And what she said just now is not only threatening Lu Yuan...

Still trying to take the initiative...

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

Seeing Ning Yuxin suddenly realize, Uncle Zhou signaled his servant to drag her away, and he brought along the maid who was sobbing beside her.

At least, let's get it right.

Lu Cha, who was standing by the side, noticed that Lu Yuan was staring at the door of the side building in a daze, and quietly left here without disturbing him.

Go back and catch up on sleep first!

"gentlemen......"

Lu Yuan lightly raised his hand, interrupting Uncle Zhou's words.

Knowing that he wanted to be alone for a while, Uncle Zhou hesitated to speak, and finally withdrew silently.

Breeze blowing.

A breath of green grass was sent, but Lu Yuan felt a little bitter.

This is the first time that I didn't come here on the anniversary of my death.

He unhooked the chain from the handle and pushed open the door.

The colorful halos fell on the corridor hall, like dreamy and bright morning glows.

Lu Yuan controlled the wheelchair to the deepest point.

Gently pushed away the depressing purple.

The room is not big.

The pure white curtains hang down to the floor, faintly revealing the soft warm sun.

The paintings covered with dust-proof cloth are neatly placed by the wall.

The only thing hanging on the wall is a portrait oil painting.

The woman sat quietly on the chair, her hands were naturally crossed on her lap, and she was wearing a long linen dress, which was simple and elegant.

The long hair was tied up casually, and a few strands of hair were scattered on the sides.

His brows and eyes are quiet, and his pale red lips hold a gentle smile.

Lu Yuan slowly moved to the front of the portrait.

As usual, he took out cigarettes and red wine from the cabinet and placed them on the table.

A faint flame lit up, igniting the soft paper wrapped in tobacco shreds.

One against the portrait was placed in the ashtray, and the other was held between his fingers.

Mother used to occasionally stay in the studio all day.

From sunrise to late night, I never came out once.

When he came to look for him, he found that he had passed out drunk in a piece of paint, and the studio was filled with a lot of acrid and pungent smoke.

At first he didn't know, he thought it was a fire, and rushed out with his mother in his arms.

Thinking of the funny things in the past, Lu Yuan unconsciously raised the corners of his lips.

He quietly looked at the cigarette burning on his fingertips.

His half-closed eyes were blurred in the rising mist.

"My legs are feeling."

"I met a cute, funny..."

Realizing that the word "pet" was not very good for his mother, Lu Yuan swallowed it back and changed it to: "Girl."

"She's not like you, she's gentle and quiet. She looks obedient, but she's really fierce."

He talked intermittently about recent events.

In the whole room, only his gradually hoarse voice was heard.

slowly.

Lu Yuan was also speechless.

Only a single drop of crystal pierced the floating light smoke.

-

night.

Zhou Bolai found deer tea in the small kitchen:

"Miss Lin, my husband hasn't come out all day in the side building. I can't persuade him. Can you go and see him?"

"Mr.'s health has just improved, and I'm afraid he won't be able to stand up if he doesn't eat and stays up late."

Although deer tea may not be able to do anything about it, but you have to give it a try.

After all, Miss Lin is different from Mr. Lin.

"okay."

Lu Cha, who was full and sleepy, readily agreed.

Originally, she also planned to go there in a while.

But after not going far, Uncle Zhou caught up with her: "Miss Lin, you take this, just in case."

"Just don't kill me, sir may not be able to bear it."

Seeing the wooden stick as thick as a baby's arm being handed over by the other party, Lu Cha was stunned, and couldn't help doubting for a moment:

Did the little villain withhold grandfather's salary? ? ?

Knowing that Uncle Zhou was worried that Lu Yuan would suddenly go crazy and hurt himself.

;Lucha rejected his kindness, shaking his little fist:

"That's enough for me!"

One punch is guaranteed to make you cry!

-

studio.

The light dimmed.

As if immersed in the memories of the past, Lu Yuan looked at the portrait with empty eyes.

Without noticing it, someone sneaked in sneakily.

Glancing at the ashtray full of cigarette butts on the table and drinking half a bottle of red wine, Deer Tea's long eyelashes flickered and did not speak.

Instead, he sat on the ground next to the table and secretly took the open cigarette case.

From time to time, there was a stabbing sound, as if the paper was torn.

Until the cigarette burned out and burned his skin again, Lu Yuan mechanically raised his hand to press it out, and subconsciously groped for a new one.

But felt empty.

He dropped his eyes blankly.

The little girl was sitting on the table legs, she didn't know what she was folding, and she tore off the tin foil from all the cigarette boxes.

Unexpected.

Lu Yuan didn't feel repulsed or irritated.

On the contrary, there is a little more inexplicable peace of mind.

At this moment, small golden ingots came into view.

"Does it look good?"

"When you are smoked to death, I can burn it to you."

Lu Yuan, who was about to get a new pack of cigarettes, suddenly froze in the air.

The bloodshot eyes were filled with a thin layer of water vapor, which was rare and fragile.

Like a cat who suffers, but doesn't know how to relieve it.

Voice has become hoarse:

"what do I do......"

It seems to be asking deer tea, but also seems to be asking himself.

"If I hadn't taken her out of here, would it...change the ending?"

"if......"

Lu Yuan paused.

The extremely light sound, like a broken feather, is about to be dispersed by the wind.

"I didn't kill her..."

"I......"

He bit his knuckles violently, trying to suppress the sadness that was about to surge up.

But the tears flowed more unscrupulously.

The self-blame and guilt in my heart gathered into a vast ocean, surging with cold and stinging waves.

Let his numb and stiff body and trembling soul be annihilated together.

Sudden.

Lu Yuan fell into a warm embrace.

The silver monster power emerged in Lucha's palm, then spread to the surroundings, and gradually gathered together.

The girl lowered her head.

Smiling sweetly:

"Lu Yuan, look at me."