Mr. Lu wants to chase his wife's crematorium

Breathing Mr. Lu's car exhaust, I sincerely wish Mr. Lu in my heart that in the days without me, he must never have an empty bed period.

That way he won't always try to harass me.

When I got home, I took a hot bath first, and lay comfortably in the bathtub without moving.

This is what I am used to doing when I get home. Every time I come back from Mr. Lu, I can't wait to peel off my skin.

The steaming water curtain isolated me from the world and gave me a moment of peace in my heart.

The phone's notification sounded, breaking everything.

Mr. Lu sent me messages like an old lady.

He said let me remember the wound on my neck, don't get wet.

I was so scared that I walked around the bathroom several times, carefully checking whether Mr. Lu had installed a surveillance camera in my bathroom.

He's a pervert who can do anything.

I searched around, but found nothing unusual. The mood of being free and relaxed was instantly overwhelmed by fear.

The whole person was depressed for a while.

Just as I was drying off and walking out of the bathroom, I found another message on my phone.

It's been more than two minutes, and it's from Mr. Lu.

He said, "Don't get me wrong, I just guessed you were taking a shower."

My hands and feet were cold in an instant, and I mustered up the courage to reply Mr. Lu with the word "scroll".

Maybe Mr. Lu's conscience found out, he didn't bother me anymore, and just disappeared so quietly.

I was dizzy for a while, fell on the bed, and fell into a dark sleep.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when I opened my eyes again, and I hurriedly got up to look for food for my growling stomach.

Tomato and egg noodles are my favorite because they are easy to make and don’t require me to be exposed to cooking fumes, but the fly in the ointment is that the three blood holes on my neck hurt a little, which affects my mood for eating.

In order to distract my attention, I turned on the TV, and a certain TV station was doing street interviews.

The reporter asked, how do you usually call your other half?

The younger ones said that they are used to calling each other dear, little baby, little fairy, brother, sister, or some exclusive nicknames, such as: Little Rourou, Mr. Egg, and some even call each other's father...

It's really interesting, I think I will call Liuliu "little friend" or...

I sighed, I don't know what happened recently, I always think about some irrelevant things.

I quickly ate two bites of noodles, forced myself back to reality and continued to concentrate on watching the show.

The older uncles and aunts uniformly call the other half old man, old woman, wife, sir, or just by name.

Many middle-aged couples will call their lover, darling, my husband, or add a surname after Lao, such as Lao Gao, Lao Li, Lao Zhang...

At first I watched happily, but as time went on, the more I felt that tonight's supper was like chewing wax.

The word sir... makes me a little sick.

I used to call Mr. Lu "Hey". At that time, he had just returned to China, and I was very hostile to him.

Slowly, I started calling him by his name, Lu Zheng or Little Kid.

He also called me Tao Yan or "Hey" and "You" in the same way. Only in front of the elders would Mr. Lu pretend to call me brother.

About two years ago, Mr. Lu had a sudden whim, and he asked me to give him an exclusive nickname.

Is there something wrong?

I called him pervert and he hit me.

I said let him take it himself, and I will call him whatever he takes.

As long as he is willing, I can call him the ancestor. He is the one who humiliates himself.

A week later, Mr. Lu suddenly asked me to call him Mr.

I was still very curious at the time, did Mr. Lu worship the Maoshan Taoist priest on which mountain, or did he get some secret scriptures?

I also asked Mr. Lu what school he was from, Hu Huang Hui Liu, he must always take the same?Otherwise, how could such a pervert counterattack Mr. Cheng?

After I asked the exit, I lay in bed for three full days.

Due to helplessness and the fact that I didn't want my innocent old waist to continue to be persecuted by Mr. Lu, I had no choice but to compromise and call him "Mr. Lu", otherwise I think the two-word Mr. is too awkward.

If it were someone else, I might be in awe, but when facing Mr. Lu, I always have the illusion of an old version of Liaozhai.

I really can't speak.

Of course, most of the time, I am still used to calling Mr. Lu by his first name, Lu Zheng.

Therefore, he was not willing to be irritable for a few times, but after seeing my persistence, he gradually got used to it.

I have a hunch that Mr. Lu's Mr. means the same as the Mr. I imagined at the moment.

It turned out that Mr. Lu had regarded me as Bai Yueguang's substitute more than two years ago.

In order to get spiritual comfort, he even asked me to call him a nickname between lovers.

Just thinking about it makes me shudder.

I can't wait to meet Mr. Lu's dream lover even more, but if Mr. Lu said earlier, I can probably cooperate with him in acting.

He used me as a stand-in, and I used him as an unqualified inflatable doll from the factory. We treated each other honestly, and we wouldn't fight each other all day long.

Seeing how he beat me, I have a shadow in my heart.

Lying back on the bed again, my brain emptied for a while, but I couldn't fall asleep anyway.

I used to stay up late with Liuliu to accompany me, but this time he was surprisingly quiet.

I feel very lost…

I wanted to send a message to Liuliu, but the text in the dialog box was deleted and deleted.

I can't bother people.

Maybe Liuliu is in a relationship, or maybe she has already taken a break.

In short, since I said I was ready to give up, don't always refuse to return, I even look down on myself.

The cell phone rang suddenly in the dark night, and my heart felt sore.

It is impossible for me to make Mr. Lu disappear completely.

What should come is still coming...

But what surprised me was that the person who called this time was not Mr. Lu, but Tang Jingqi who hadn't contacted me for many years.

I just remembered that I forgot about this person, and I was thinking of replying to the message when I was not busy.

I'm curious what is he calling me for?

I felt a little nervous.

Don't let this guy get married, let me go with the gift, I can't afford the money of their Tang family.

Thinking about it, although everyone was not born on the same starting line, it was quite embarrassing for me to plummet in front of my classmates.

After taking three deep breaths, I pressed the call button.

Soon there was an unfamiliar voice on the phone.

"Is... is it Tao Yan?"

Now everyone is in their 30s, and Tang Jingqi's voice is much more mature than when he was in school.

I was a little dazed, and I had the illusion of going back to my student days.

At that time Tang Jingqi was the class monitor, and he would enthusiastically give me extra lessons when I came back from filming.

"Yes, it's me." I replied.

"I'm Tang Jingqi."

The tone of the other party was slightly excited, which made me unable to distinguish his specific intentions.

"I know." I said.

"you know?"

Listening to the tone on the phone became more excited, and I could feel the enthusiasm of this old classmate.

"Yes, I haven't changed my phone number? Didn't expect you to do the same." I said.

The other end of the phone smiled, which shows that he was quite happy talking with me.

"Tao Yan, I just returned to China not long ago, do you have time to get together at noon tomorrow?" He asked.

I think I can still have a day of free time.

Mr. Lu probably won't look for me tomorrow, he always wants to give me time to recuperate.

After all, he can't kiss my neck anymore, and he may still have psychological shadows when he sees the blood hole.

Mr. Lu has so many lovers, why bother to ask for trouble.

Thinking of this, I agreed to Tang Jingqi.

At 12 noon tomorrow, I will go to the appointment at the address he gave.

We chatted a few more words about each other's recent situation, and Tang Jingqi seemed to have something in his words.

He would often ask me if I am alone now, and I agreed, but he didn't seem to believe it.

Maybe he probably knew about Mr. Lu and I, who told him that he and Tang Chuanyu were brothers.

We will meet tomorrow, and I didn't bother to guess, so I hung up the phone after a few pleasantries.

I thought Tang Jingqi was my classmate anyway, so he wouldn't tell jokes and humiliate me like Tang Chuanyu.

Then, just as I was about to go to bed, Mr. Lu called.

I was used to hearing his manic voice.

He said, "Tao Yan! Who the hell are you calling?"

"What does it have to do with you?" I asked back.

"It doesn't matter! My mother... called... and the line is busy..."

Mr. Lu seemed to have drunk too much and talked incoherently on the phone.

"Mr. Lu, why don't you go to bed earlier?"

I heard Xiaojie's voice, and I probably guessed right, the two of them really had an affair in the middle of the night.

I also heard the sound of the kettle being knocked over, mixed with Mr. Lu's hysterical roar.

"I don't even want it to be you, but I can't help it!"

"If I could do it all over again, I shouldn't have returned home early!"

"I, Lu Zheng, am a fucking SB, big SB!"

"..."

I was in a fog when I said a few words. I guess Mr. Lu must have been emotionally hurt, otherwise he wouldn't be so heartbreaking.

And he is a SB I also agree!

Mr. Lu cried heart-rendingly on the phone. I thought of the mysterious Bai Yueguang again, and made up more than 50 episodes of the dog blood TV series.

Mr. Lu said that he shouldn't return to China early. Could it be that Bai Yueguang remarried after Mr. Lu returned to China?

Then I can...

so happy!