Mr. Lu wants to chase his wife's crematorium

Mr. Lu said that the reason why he forced me to stay with him was not just for revenge, but because I looked like his white moonlight.

Ah!He hadn't said that before.

He thinks it's true that I'm easy to deceive, otherwise he wouldn't have given such a clumsy reason.

Although the damage is not great, it is extremely insulting.

I deliberately asked him, "Your white moonlight is not He Qi, is it?"

He looked at me coldly, very angry.

I had no choice but to shut up sensibly, and I couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of Mr. Lu's Bai Yueguang.

Although I have heard about Mr. Lu's white moonlight for a long time, the number of times I have met Mr. Lu is quite frequent. Why have I never seen this mysterious white moonlight?

I even suspected that Mr. Lu's white moonlight was imagined according to my appearance.

There is no such person in the world.

Thinking of this, I feel a chill in my heart.

I'm so narcissistic.

But Mr. Lu said yes, so I will take it as it is. Some things are better believed than not.

The big baby that Mr. Lu has spoiled for many years, how can a mortal like me easily see it?

I satirized silently in my heart.

It doesn't matter if he is Black Moonlight or White Moonlight, as long as Mr. Lu's target is not me.

Thinking of this, my mood is not as desperate as before, and my mental state has recovered a lot.

I was even thinking, if Mr. Lu really uses me as a stand-in to vent his emotions, I can also compromise.

Sure enough, Mr. Lu also made such a request, but it was more excessive than I imagined.

He said, "Tao Yan, if you want me to treat you better, stop restricting your freedom, unless you agree to one condition."

Mr. Lu's conditions are really f*cking.

I drank the soup slowly while waiting for Mr. Lu's next words.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Lu's words were astonishing.

He said: "Tao Yan, from now on, you will be his stand-in, when will he agree to be with me, and when will I let you go."

Look, how shameless Mr. Lu is!

I trembled with anger, put down my chopsticks expressionlessly, and stared carefully at Mr. Lu's face.

I was thinking, where should I pour the undrinkable bowl of hot soup in front of me, so that Mr. Lu would not be disfigured, and at the same time, I could vent my anger well.

"Fuck! Tao Yan, you fucking!"

When I regained consciousness, Mr. Lu's head was covered with soup, and the boiled cabbage leaves were still hanging on the gauze on the bridge of his nose.

"Are you crazy?"

Mr. Lu yelled at me, leaned forward, and across a table, I thought he was going to hit me again.

It happened that I had a ceramic knife for boning at hand, which was extremely sharp, so I subconsciously picked it up and pointed it at Mr. Lu.

He hid back in fright and stood more than one meter away from me in horror.

"Tao Yan, what are you doing?" He yelled at me.

I looked at the knife in my hand and felt that there was no turning back.

Mr. Lu is too aggressive. If his Bai Yueguang refuses to be with him, how many years will I spend by Mr. Lu's side?

I can't bear it anymore, the only way to solve this matter is, either Mr. Lu dies, or I die.

"Tao Yan! You don't want to kill me, do you?" Mr. Lu looked at me vigilantly and asked.

Seeing that I didn't refute, he even smiled.

Contemptuous eyes.

"Just by you, Tao Yan, do you think it's possible?"

I don't want to know if it's possible, but I'm willing to try.

I can't bear it anymore, and if this continues, I may go crazy.

No, I'm already crazy, driven crazy by Mr. Lu's life.

Mr. Lu was standing in front of me, and I stabbed the knife fiercely, but what Mr. Lu said was right, I was not his opponent.

The two of us wrestled together, and the violent impact knocked over the dining table and the kitchen utensils beside it.

In less than 2 minutes, I lost.

After the knife was snatched away by Mr. Lu, it was thrown far away, and the ground was in a mess.

"Tao Yan! If I don't teach you a lesson, I'm afraid it won't work!"

Mr. Lu walked towards me with a sense of oppression that I was very familiar with.

"do not come!"

I picked up the fork on the ground and aimed it at my neck.

I can't kill Mr. Lu, so I can kill myself.

At this moment, my emotions have completely collapsed, and I want to get rid of it quickly.

I don't know what lesson Mr. Lu is going to teach me, but I don't want to live like this anymore.

There is absolutely no hope in sight.

Compared to me wanting to kill Mr. Lu, this time Mr. Lu's expression is even more anxious.

He said in a soft tone, "brother, don't be like this, there is something to discuss."

I can't think of any room for negotiation.

I didn't speak, and the tears flowed down without disappointment.

I was afraid of death, but now I want to die.

As long as I stick a fork in my carotid artery, I can get rid of Mr. Lu for good.

I slowly raised my hand, looked at Mr. Lu coldly, held the fork and stabbed hard at my neck.

"No! Tao Yan, think about your mother!"

Mr. Lu's eyes were red, and he mentioned my mother, and my hand stayed in the air.

Yes, I still have my mother.

If she knew that I was dead, she wouldn't be able to live, right?

As a son, how could I be so impulsive?

I can't have my mother send a gray-haired person to a brunette.

But I have been cornered by Mr. Lu.

What other options do I have?

I gripped the fork tightly and got up from the ground. Mr. Lu probably backed away because he was afraid of provoking me.

"Tao Yan, as I said before, if you have anything to discuss, you can say whatever you want, and I will agree to it."

What a joke, he looked down on me when I stabbed Mr. Lu, but when I stabbed myself, he was terrified of fear.

It seems that he cares about a broken toy.

I'm curious how long it will take him to play enough, anyway, I'm tired.

"I want you to let me go, will you agree?" I asked.

Mr. Lu hesitated, and I could tell from his eyes that this was impossible and he would not agree.

Sure enough, he shook his head.

"Tao Yan, I said I would treat you well, why can't you be obedient?"

"So it's not negotiable?" I asked.

He didn't speak, and seemed to be thinking about something.

This time I didn't want to wait anymore, I raised the fork again, this time I wanted to try how it would feel to insert it slowly.

"Lu Zheng, you don't have to threaten me with my mother's life anymore. It's two lives at worst. I'm dead. I'll wait for my mother below."

The moment the fork pricked my skin, I couldn't feel any special pain anymore, I thought I was numb.

I felt a warm current flowing slowly around my neck, and I heard Mr. Lu's heartbreaking compromise.

He said he promised me, he said we still have three years, after three years he promised to let me go.

"Three years."

I repeat softly, but I don't believe it.

Mr. Lu asked me to wait, and he said he was going to get a pen and paper.

He wants to make a note for me.

I looked at him quietly, as if I saw another ray of light in my life.

Who wants to die if they can live well?

Mr. Lu stayed away from me the whole time, probably because he was afraid of angering me.

He first threw over the medicine box at home, and asked me to stop the bleeding from the wound on the skin, and then wrote the receipt on the paper, but I still looked at him motionless.

I'm so cheap, I'm forcing you to die, and in the end I still have to let Mr. Lu fuck me for another three years.

The paperwork was written quickly, and Mr. Lu pressed his fingerprints on it to convince me.

I think again, can that piece of paper really restrain Mr. Lu?If I want to sue him, is it good to go to the police station with this piece of paper?

Seeing that I didn't respond, Mr. Lu carefully spread the paper in front of me.

"Brother, look, I've finished writing it. I promise it won't exceed one minute for three years."

Believe it or not, this is a step Mr. Lu gave me. If I don't get down, I will die.

I guess if I put down the fork, Mr. Lu would rush over and grab me by the collar and beat me up.

He was always contradictory and very irritable.

After thinking about it, I asked him to add another one to it.

"Don't hit me in the future."

He nodded and immediately wrote this on the paper.

"Tao Yan, I'll beat you again later, I'll die!" he said.

I told him to throw the paper over, and he did.

I picked up the paper with one hand and glanced at it. It seemed like a letter of guarantee from a domestically violent husband in the news, and its credibility was extremely low.

"Brother, do you need to add something?" Mr. Lu asked me in a trembling voice.

I sighed and silently put down the fork.

Mr. Lu rushed over, I thought he was going to repent, and subconsciously protected my papers, clutching the A4 paper tightly to his chest.

Mr. Lu took a complicated look and said nothing. He opened the medicine box and took out gauze to cover my bleeding neck.

"Go to the hospital," he said.

I watched him quietly without speaking, and even found it incredible.

Could it be that Mr. Lu really fulfilled his promise and stopped punching me?

But I recalled it, and he did not fight me for more than a year.

Mr. Lu was speechless all the way, he dragged me to the garage and stuffed me into the car.

I thought about it, and then I took off the gauze and looked at the hole in my neck in the rearview mirror. The bleeding was gone and it shouldn't be serious.

"Don't go to the hospital." I said.

Without further ado, Mr. Lu kicked the gas pedal.

I was thinking for a while and the doctor asked me how I got hurt and how I should explain it.

We arrived at the hospital in ten minutes. Mr. Lu was more anxious than me, so he left me to the doctor to register by himself.

When I came out of the treatment room after dealing with the trauma on my neck, I saw Mr. Lu with tears on his face in the corridor.

He sat on the ground with a dejected face, his body still trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing me come out, his expression didn't change much, as if he was the one who was wronged one day.

I even felt that the person who was about to commit suicide just now was not me, but Mr. Lu.

He came over and took my hand and said, "Let's go."

I sneered in my heart, what's the point of doing this?Can I turn around to comfort you?

At this time, Mr. Lu gradually became more talkative.

He said: "Tao Yan, I just want you to act as my white moonlight. It's just for Valentine's Day. Everyone just wants to have fun. Why make such a fuss?"

For some reason, when Mr. Lu talks to me like this, it always makes me feel a lot better.

As long as I don't talk about feelings with him, I can do whatever I want.

This time Mr. Lu did not take me back to my residence, but parked the car downstairs at my house.

He said, "Go up by yourself, I'm going back."

Mr. Lu's actions surprised me. How many relics did he eat to become such a kind person?

It may be that he saw my incredible eyes and moved his mouth reluctantly.

He said, "Tao Yan, it doesn't matter if you are disobedient, there are a lot of people waiting to climb into my bed."