After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

She almost ran into his arms.

The momentum was quite high, but Lu Zhilu was unprepared and stepped back in confusion.

Nan Chu stood on a step, hugging his neck tightly, tears flowing silently.

Lu Zhilu froze slightly, hesitated for a moment with his arms spread out, and then slowly hugged her back.

He turned his head slightly to look at her, and his voice was rare and gentle: "What the hell did Nan Jian'an do again to make you cry like this?"

Nan Chu lay on his shoulder and just shook his head.

This time it has nothing to do with Nan Jianan, really.

In the past, I always felt that I hated Lu Zhilu, hated him for being overly rational and indifferent to emotions, hated him for being a bad-mouthed person, and hated that he had a lot of scandals outside.

But after spending three years together day and night, and parting soon, all she could think about was his goodness.

She recalled that for her birthday in the first year of marriage, he prepared a three-meter-high giant birthday cake. If someone fell into it, they would be submerged in the cake.

During her second year of marriage, he asked her where she wanted to go for her birthday, and she said she wanted to go to the small town of Grindelwald in Switzerland.

The day before her birthday, he flew to Switzerland with her.

She said she liked it there and wanted to retire there, so he bought a small bungalow there.

She is the owner of that small bungalow.

Nan Jian'an asked him for money so many times, but he never complained to her.

Even if she doesn't say anything about what she likes, Lu Zhilu will definitely know her thoughts as long as he is there.

Just like the last time she bought a car, she chose a black business model, but Lu Zhilu knew that she liked the iceberry pink Panamera.

Maybe these means of observing her behavior are not because he pays attention to her, nor because he likes her so much, but because he is smart enough and can know what the other person is thinking with just one look.

To be fair, this marriage started from Nan Jian'an's calculation, and he has been extremely kind to her.

But now, she wanted to plot against him again like Nan Jian'an did, but this time, it was not about marrying him, but about how to clear her debts and leave him with ease.

The southern surface is soaked.

She wanted to say sorry, but in the end, she just cried and said: "Why did you block the knife for me? I don't deserve this."

Lu Zhilu said with a smile: "When the knife stabs you, is it worth it to have any illusions? If I block it for you, at most I will get a knife on my back, which will hurt for a few days. But if I don't block it for you, you might not be able to do it now." Went to see the King of Hell.”

Nan Chu bit his lip, not wanting to cry too violently.

She clutched the fabric of his clothes tightly with both hands, and her heart was filled with emotions.

In his arms, she trembled suppressedly.

Lu Zhilu reached out and rubbed the back of her head, "Are you stupid for being so moved?"

"..."

Even though she was holding back her tears, she was already crying so much that she couldn't help herself.

Lu Zhilu felt the moisture on his shoulders and asked with a smile: "Did you rub your nose on my clothes? Okay, stop crying, let me take a look..."

He was about to push her away and look at her face.

Nanchu hugged him hard again, closed his eyes tightly and said, "Lu Zhilu, don't push me away, I want to hold him for a while."

Just for a moment.

It's strange why people can only feel their already hot feelings when they are about to lose them.

She is so sad...

I thought I didn't like him.

But when I was really about to lose it, my heart started to feel numb, and even my palms started to feel numb.

It would be nice if Nan Jianan didn't keep borrowing money from him...

It would be great if the Lu family was just an ordinary wealthy family...

It would be nice if... her and his identities weren't completely different.

If only...he loved her too.

Lu Zhilu felt that she was crying more and more sadly, and was about to push her away to ask something.

Nanchu stood on the first floor, almost as tall as him. She held his face in her hands and kissed him while crying.

She really wanted to tell him that she liked him.

At this moment, she was extremely sure that she liked him.

I have been tempted countless times, like silent snowflakes, falling one by one, and looking back, they have become a thick layer.

She already likes him very much.