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It was midnight when Li Zhurong arrived in City C.

Although City C is not a top-notch city, it is also brightly lit at night.

Li Zhurong is different from Xia Zhifei. He is in charge of a state-owned heavy industry company near City B. Strictly speaking, he is more like a politician.

He is not someone who treats him harshly. Prince Zheng and Li Zhurong are well-known in City B for their unrestrained and unrestrained style. He is only 26 years old. He is astonishingly young. Live easily and happily, the so-called proud son of heaven is nothing more than that.

He has settled in City T near City B for these years. Last year, Xia Chen chose University C. At that time, he was working on a business development plan. The general direction was to develop cooperation partners in inland provincial capital cities, so he also chose City C Put it in - he was still thinking about cultivating Xia Chen.

Big projects have always been slow to start. Fortunately, it is not to build a branch factory, but to pick a good one from the local state-owned factories in City C, support it, and undertake part of the machinery manufacturing and sales tasks in the south.

City C was not originally an industrial city, but there were many old revolutionary areas nearby. Because of this, for a long time after liberation, City C was considered prosperous among inland cities. The replacement of the leadership has gradually declined.Therefore, the infrastructure of City C is good.So it only took a year and a half to get it done.

Li Zhurong is a person who likes to make himself look calm. As early as the beginning of the year, he bought a house in Martha Manor, and he stayed there from time to time for more than half a year. by your side.Because the schedule in October was full, he got Li Xiu to City C first, and the housekeeper followed, taking care of Li Xiu every day.

On the way from the airport to Martha's Manor, he squinted for a while. It was already one o'clock in the morning when he arrived at Martha's Manor. The black Lexus slid into Martha's Manor silently and stopped in front of the small palace-like villa.

The old housekeeper was already waiting at the door, holding a lamp to guide Li Zhurong through the garden, and reported in a low voice: "Xiaoxiu has already gone to bed, and you can come up for supper anytime."

"I'm not eating anymore, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed." Li Zhurong entered the door with a displeased expression, walked through the brightly lit living room, and went straight upstairs.

He doesn't like City C.

To be precise, he didn't like all southern cities.

Those who worked under him knew that he would never set foot in the area south of the Yangtze River unless there was something he couldn't solve if he wasn't there.

His mood is like a thermometer, as long as he arrives in Jiangnan, he will be gloomy.

He always likes to make himself appear elegant and calm, as if everything is under his control.

But there are some things, they are there, they have always been there, even if he is Li Zhurong, he can't calm down and forget them.

On Saturday, the temperature dropped unexpectedly.

All afternoon the weather was gloomy, dark, stuffy and hot.

The baby was locked up at home, and the lights were turned on everywhere. Lu Zhixu sat on the sofa and read a thick English codex. The baby squatted on the carpet, carefully observing the Persian cat with a serial number. The kitten was still sleeping. Covered with a cotton handkerchief, it was probably a little cold, curled up in a ball in the nest.

The baby looked at it for a while, then ran to the kitchen on short legs, stood at the door, and asked softly, "Brother, do we want to buy a quilt for the kitten..."

Xia Chen was dealing with the crayfish he was going to eat at noon, when he heard this urgent question, he replied: "Wait a minute, brother will finish it soon."

Ten minutes later, Xia Chen washed his hands, took off his apron, walked out of the kitchen, found the medicine box at home, took out a new cotton mask, and covered the cat.

The cat didn't realize that it had been covered with a "quilt", purred a few times, and slept soundly.

The baby's eyes lit up: "Is this the kitten's quilt?"

"Yes."

"It's so ugly." Someone sitting on the sofa and looking at the code commented: "It's not a mortuary, what a white cloth."

His words were too harsh, Xia Chen frowned before the baby could react for a while.

He has a gentle and harmless appearance all year round, and rarely shows an expression of displeasure, which is very deterrent.

Lu Zhixu glanced at him, but said nothing.

The baby was terrified, and looked at Xia Chen pitifully.He is a child after all, and the emotions of adults are his weather.He grew up with Lu Zhixu, he had never been spoiled like a child in other families, he also knew how to read his words, and he was so sensible that it made people feel distressed.

Xia Chen didn't reply, but patted the baby's head.

That night, Lu Zhixu got up in the middle of the night to look for something to eat.

In fact, after Xia Chen came, Lu Zhixu's work and rest time slowly adjusted back, gradually had the concept of breakfast, and gradually went to bed before the early morning at night...

This evening, it was a rebound.

It's not that he can't sleep, he likes the weather like this, gloomy and terrible, it makes people at home feel extra safe.He even liked the sound of the winter wind howling outside, it made him feel at ease.

He is a man without a sense of belonging.

He was not very hungry, just walked out of the room, the living room was empty, the floor lamp was dimly lit.

The orange light in the dining room was on.

Xia Chen was sitting in the dining room, he was reading a book, and there was a glass of squeezed orange juice in front of him.Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head, as if he had been prepared, it was impossible for Lu Zhixu to turn back to the room, so he could only walk over with a cold face.

"Teacher, drink a glass of orange juice first, I'm going to fry rice now." The young man in pajamas said familiarly, got up and prepared to enter the kitchen.

"I don't want to eat."

Xia Chen paused, went into the kitchen, poured a glass of orange juice for Lu Zhixu, and brought over a plate of small cakes.

Lu Zhixu was sitting with one leg bent and stepped on the chair. He was wearing a light white sweater, and the light softened his whole body.

But when he opened his mouth, he was still as cold and rigid.

"There's no need to wait for me. I didn't have the habit of eating at night before."

Xia Chen lowered his eyes: "Too long on an empty stomach is not good for the stomach."

"It's not good anymore, why bother so much, you lived like this before you didn't come, and you didn't see me starve to death." Lu Zhixu was indifferent.

"But now I'm here." Xia Chen looked directly at Lu Zhixu.

"You don't mind my business, as long as you care about Jiaming. Don't forget, you are just my student." After Lu Zhixu finished speaking coldly, he pushed away the half-drinked orange juice, stood up, and shook his head like this Walked away without looking back.

What is this, a demonstration?

Xia Chen only thought it was funny, but unfortunately he couldn't laugh.

He frowned, stood up, and cleared away the cups and saucers, but unexpectedly heard rustling sounds from the living room.

The four-and-a-half-year-old baby Lu Jiaming, who was wearing brown puppy pajamas and had a white belly, was frightened by the argument between Lu Zhixu and Xia Chen just now, ran over cautiously from the living room, and stuck his head on Xia Chen's leg, tightly Hold his leg tightly.

It took a long time before Xia Chen heard Baby Lu Jiaming sob.

He hugged Xia Chen's leg, crying and begging: "Brother... don't quarrel with Dad, I will buy you things with all my money."