Master Lu's Black Belly Milk Cake

"Zhong Yi, the father is a bastard, but this is really the last resort..." Zhong Lin buried his face in his palms, his voice struggling and painful.

Zhong Yi's complexion was not much better, his thin body and tight jaw made him look fragile.

He should be vulnerable because he doesn't know what to do.

The phone on the table suddenly turned on, it was a message from Lu Qiao.

Lu Qiao: [Don't rush to agree, I'll find a way for you! 】

Zhong Yi smiled bitterly, and typed slowly: [Stop arguing with your parents, they can't help it, don't force them. 】

Lu Qiao: 【My parents are afraid of getting into trouble!If they have a conscience, they should promise me to take you abroad together!Zhong Yi, don't talk to my cousin, he is not a good person! 】

Zhong Yi's eyes fell on the word "cousin uncle", she lost her mind for a moment, and finally replied "Go abroad to study hard, don't worry about me, see you again when I have a chance", and then blocked Lu Qiao.

Seeing that Zhong Yi didn't express his opinion, Zhong Lin said in a begging tone: "You save Dad, Dad is really desperate now! You have the heart to look at Dad..."

Zhong Yi put down her phone, and put her hands on both sides of her temples, in a posture of self-protection.

This question was answered the moment Lu Qiao was blocked.

"I listen to Dad," he heard himself say.

"My dear son, Dad knows that you are sensible, and Dad will take you to see him this afternoon." Zhong Lin wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Zhong Yi didn't know what to say.

Zhong Linshen was tricked into doing business, not only lost money, but also offended people who shouldn't be offended, almost to the point of ruining his family.At the critical moment, he exchanged his son's love for the last straw.

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When I saw Lu Hezhang again, it was in a dimly lit study room. The other party seemed to be resting his eyes with his eyes closed. Zhong Yi couldn't see Lu Hezhang's face clearly. He could only see his hand carelessly playing with the pen and the tip of his nose faintly exposed in the darkness.

Zhong Lin begged deeply: "Lord Lu, please be merciful and save me and my son. My son is talented, his grades are so good, and his painting is so good... I don't want him to live with me for the rest of his life." The days when I was hiding in Tibet..."

Lu Hezhang's face was always hidden in the darkness, and his tone was neither salty nor dull: "Oh?"

A stretched monosyllable.

Zhong Yi was a little dazed, but his father pulled him to his knees and begged, "I beg you, please, Master Lu!"

Lu Hezhang came out of the dark shadows.

Only then did Zhong Yi see Lu Hezhang's face clearly.

It was a chiseled face, with deep eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and short hair cut neatly and sharply. This person, just standing there gave chills down the spine.

He looked at Zhong Yi with almost no ups and downs in emotion.

"Last time we met, you seemed unwilling to get along with me?"

Zhong Lin could hear that they might have some connection before, and immediately urged Zhong Yi: "Apologize to Master Lu!"

Zhong Yi mechanically said: "I'm sorry."

"Tell me quickly, you are willing to follow Master Lu, and ask Master Lu to protect you."

Zhong Yi lowered her head and murmured, "I beg Lord Lu...to protect me."

Lu Hezhang seemed to smile happily, and reached out to him. The length of the shirt sleeve protruding from the cuff of the suit was a precise 2cm, which happened to reveal two gold and blue diamond cufflinks.

He bent his index finger and used his second joint to lift Zhong Yi's chin, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Zhong Yi's heart trembled.

He said in a low voice: "So, you are mine now?"