Mr. Lu wants to chase his wife's crematorium

"He Qi! I miss you so much..."

As soon as Mr. Lu and I came out of the hospital, we bumped into a tall drunk.

The khaki coat he was wearing was covered with dry red wine stains, and there were not only mud but also a small spot of blood on the trouser legs. Judging from the cloth strips on his hands and the tear on the trousers, he probably was killed by a car before he came. Hit.

I took a closer look again, oh~

Isn't this Mr. Han who was splashed with my cup of herbal tea?

I once bumped into the intense bed exercise between him and He Qi.

At that time, this Mr. Han was full of energy, unlike what he is now, with a lifeless, unshaven face, as if he was more than 20 years old.

"Are you here to see Lu Zheng?" I asked.

Instead of answering, he lay on top of me and wept wildly.

"He Qi, come home with me, I really can't live without you..."

I sighed, knowing that this guy admitted the wrong person, but I didn't move.

It is said that late affection is cheaper than grass, but I think he is a bit pitiful.

A hug should be a comfort to him.

In the early years, many people said that He Qi looked very much like me. At that time, I never felt that, but now that I think about it, it is true.

Mr. Lu seemed to be overwhelmed, frowned, and threw the decadent brother who couldn't find the medicine for regret to the concrete floor beside him.

"Han Yu, wake up, He Qi has turned into ashes, why are you crying here?"

It would be great if Mr. Lu can be so straightforward every time he speaks, so that I don't have to spend my brain guessing.

Look at how righteous he is when he hates his good friend.

The man named Han Yu looked up with dark circles under his eyes and tear-stained face, first looked at Mr. Lu, and then looked at me not soberly.

"You...you're not He Qi, I'm sorry...I made a mistake."

He got up from the ground in tears, his mental state was extremely poor, his heavy body swayed from side to side, as if he would fall to the ground in the next second.

"Lu Zheng, I'm here to see you, as long as you're fine, I'll be leaving first," he said.

Before Han Yu took two steps, he really fell down. Fortunately, Mr. Lu had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he grabbed him.

"Go back to your old house? I'll see you off."

As soon as Mr. Lu finished speaking, two identical black cars drove over from the parking lot of the inpatient department and stopped right in front of us.

The men in black who came down from above forcibly dragged Han Yu into the car without saying a word.

In broad daylight, the world is clear, I thought they were kidnapped, and when I was about to go up to stop them, Mr. Lu pulled him to his side.

"It's okay, they are all from the Han family."

An old man in his 60s with gray hair got out of another car on crutches.

"Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, my young master has been like this since he learned of Mr. He's death, but he did come here to see you this time. It was Mr. Jiao Tang who said you were sick."

I'm curious, how many people did Jiao Tang's big mouth tell? Will there be other people coming after we leave?

Mr. Lu followed Butler Han to say a few polite words, his words were full of emotion.

His brother is not in vain, he has such virtues, but he still misses Mr. Lu.

Han Yu in the car was still calling He Qi's name to me, I guess he made a mistake again.

"If I knew today, why bother? It's a pity that He Qi will never come back." I said.

Perhaps Han Yu heard what I just said, and his heart-piercing crying came from inside the car.

The old butler sneered and shook his head helplessly.

He said that Han Yu actually liked He Qi very much, but he just didn't want to admit it.

I seem to be able to understand Han Yu quite well. Their family can be called a contemporary aristocrat, and it is normal to look down on those of us in the entertainment industry.

The old housekeeper also said that Han Yu had never formally responded to He Qi's feelings for so many years, and never thought that Han Yu would become like this after He Qi left.

He Qi's family did not allow Han Yu to attend the funeral, and the ashes were thrown into the sea on the day the body was cremated. This was He Qi's will during his lifetime.

Han Yu's sadness has nowhere to vent, and he has been crying at the beach for two days...

I don't know how much Han Yu loves He Qi, but I think that the moment He Qi took so many sleeping pills before he died, he definitely didn't want to love Han Yu anymore.

How desperate was He Qi?After death, they are unwilling to see Han Yu again.

Mr. Lu and I watched them leave with mixed feelings in our hearts.

I turned to look at Mr. Lu, only to see Mr. Lu's face was pale, as if he had been hit hard.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked.

"It's nothing."

Mr. Lu said so, but his hands trembled slightly, as if he was afraid of something.

I vaguely had an answer in my heart, but I didn't dare to think about it.

Mr. Lu suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms.

I have the illusion that Mr. Lu is going to rub me into his flesh and blood. Is this guy going crazy again?

"You hurt me!" I pushed him away.

Mr. Lu was not angry, but asked me sadly, "Brother, why do you think people suffer from depression?"

"Maybe it's too depressing." I said.

Mr. Lu looked at me, moved his lips, but made no sound.

In fact, I was also a little scared, afraid that I would become the next congratulatory chess piece, so I have been pretending to be strong and living, praying that the free time will come soon after three years.

On the way back, it was Xiaojie who was driving.He is really a good employee of Mr. Lu. If he hadn't delivered clothes to Mr. Lu and came to pick him up, I'm afraid I'd have to pay again.Mr. Lu's cell phone is out of battery, and it will cost tens of dollars to take a taxi, which is enough for my medicine money for three days. Mr. Lu will definitely prostitute me for nothing and not return it.

The heater in the car was fully turned on, and Mr. Lu and I were sitting in the back seat. He kept holding my hand and refused to let go, like a clingy man, and I was a little annoyed.

We are good sexual partners, but I think Mr. Lu's behavior has slowly crossed the line.

I don't know when it started, his elder brother is older and his elder brother is shorter, making us more and more like a real couple, being misunderstood everywhere.

For example, now, Mr. Lu started mobilizing me and him to eat in public places again.

He said, "brother, what do you want to eat? The restaurant in front is good."

Xiaojie's speed gradually slowed down, and I glanced formulaically in the direction of Mr. Lu's finger.

"No." I said.

Mr. Lu's fingers paused in the air, and he looked at me again and asked, "Tao Yan, are you depressed?"

This time his tone was very serious, but I didn't know how to answer.

If I tell the truth, will Mr. Lu come up with other weird ways to bully me?

There was silence all the way, and we returned to Mr. Lu's house.

It is said that Mr. Lu specially prepared a surprise for me in this villa. Even if I am physically and mentally exhausted, I have to deal with it with full energy.

From yesterday to now, I have not found anything abnormal.

Mr. Lu watched me look around and led me to the second basement.

I had a psychological shadow about the basement, and I hesitated for a long time while holding the handrail of the stairs, but I didn't move a step.

Mr. Lu stood on the landing and looked at me, as if he knew my concerns.

He said: "Brother, come down, I won't bully you anymore."

I don't believe it, that's not what he said in the hospital just now, he said, "See how I deal with you!"

But I obediently walked down the stairs. Before Mr. Lu forced me, I'd better be sensible.

On the second basement floor, I frowned at the smell of roses.

Mr. Lu won't bring all the flowers here, will he?I beat the drums in my heart.

"Do you want to put on a gas mask?" he asked.

I froze for a moment, and looked at Mr. Lu blankly, didn't I say that it was a festival?Why do I feel like I'm trying my best?

"Put it on." He said self-consciously, helping me put on the mask.

I was only one door away from the surprise that Mr. Lu had painstakingly prepared.

He made it so mysterious, I was afraid that it was a room like the perverted basement prepared by Mr. Lu.

In my heart, Mr. Lu definitely has a special hobby in this regard.

He gave me a remote and I looked at him suspiciously.

"what is this?"

"Just press it and you'll know," he said.

Holding the remote control, my nervous brow was slightly sweating.

I looked at Mr. Lu with complicated eyes, and Mr. Lu also looked at me expectantly.

At this moment, I hesitated.

"Can I not watch it?" I asked.

"Why?" Mr. Lu's tone was very disappointed.

Although I know that Mr. Lu may have been preparing for this for a long time, I still don't want to watch it.

I never worried that I would have feelings for Mr. Lu, but I was afraid that Mr. Lu would like me.

"I don't want to!" I said.

Mr. Lu frowned coldly, and grabbed my wrist.

"Do you think I'll give you the chance to say no?" he threatened.

I looked at him blankly, he seemed to have thought of something, and his fierce eyes gradually receded.

"If you don't want to watch it, then don't watch it. Auntie has finished the meal, let's prepare to eat." He adjusted his mentality while changing the subject.

Just when I was about to return the remote control to Mr. Lu, maybe my fingers were too hard and triggered the switch on it.

The entire white wall disappeared in front of my eyes in an instant, and I saw rows of clothes, some handmade leather shoes, belts and the like.

There was also Tao Yan's wardrobe written on the wall, with a big red heart beside it, which I couldn't bear to look at.

"Are you..." I asked.

Seeing that the surprise had been opened, Mr. Lu scratched his head in embarrassment.

"My dream since childhood was to be a designer. I made these clothes specially for you. I made them myself. I even picked out the needles and threads myself. I..."

I froze in place, feeling so stuffy that I couldn't breathe.

I don't know when Mr. Lu started making clothes for me, but I know it definitely didn't start when I was young.

His surprise made me even more overwhelmed.

I couldn't wait for him to finish speaking, so I pushed Mr. Lu away and ran upstairs.

I don't want to continue discussing the process of making these clothes with him at all.

I don't even want him to hear the words "like me".

too disgusting.

My headache was about to explode. I rummaged through my pockets and finally found the pills I was carrying with me.

I took out the pills with trembling hands, but unexpectedly dropped one.

Before Mr. Lu went upstairs, I drank the remaining two pills with the cold tea on the table.

To my surprise, the despair I felt just now has not diminished in the slightest.

I'm going crazy, I think.

"What do you eat?" he asked me.

The sudden sound startled me a lot. I don't know when Mr. Lu went upstairs. He was looking at me at the stairs with resentful eyes.

"I'm thirsty, drink some water." I tried to say these words.

Mr. Lu came over and took me to the dining table.

"That's leftover tea, it's not good for the stomach," he said.

He didn't mention what happened in the basement anymore, and my emotions gradually relaxed.

He kept staring at me, which made me bewildered.

After a long time, Mr. Lu sighed.

He said: "Tao Yan, actually you don't need to be nervous, I have someone I like, and he's not you."

I looked up at him in astonishment, only to see Mr. Lu smiled with a contemptuous expression.

"Yes, it's not you, so stop being sentimental."