Mr. Lu wants to chase his wife's crematorium

"It was my fault!"

I don't want to make excuses, I think it's my fault for letting Mr. Lu in.

He looked at me with a look of incomprehension.

After thinking about it, he said: "I forgot about that, if it's your fault, can I forgive you? Let's be together again..."

"Oh! Forgive me?" I thought it was ridiculous.

I have paid a heavy price for my mistakes, and I no longer need Mr. Lu to forgive me.

I said, "Lu Zheng, you have already forgotten, so why bother me?"

He looked at me with more possessive eyes than before, which was obviously beyond my expectation.

Didn't he forget?Why are you still so persistent?

Mr. Lu said excitedly: "But I still think I like you? I like you when I saw you in the hospital. I always dream of you in my dreams. I dream that we go to bed together, eat together, and dream that we go to the playground and climb mountains together. ..."

"Enough!" I yelled at him.

"Those memories you think are beautiful, I only feel disgusting, painful, and shameful!"

"Disgusting? Painful? Shame..."

He whispered to himself, looked at me with eyes full of tears, and then looked at the things on the ground, revealing the virtue he had just entered my house.

Humble and submissive.

He said: "Brother, I understand. It must be my fault. In fact, I guessed it before I came. You took advantage of my memory loss and deliberately tried to draw a line with me. I must have made a serious mistake..."

This time I didn't evade, I said: "Yes, Lu Zheng, it's your fault, I will never forgive you in my life."

He panicked, and he asked me, "Can you tell me why?"

I don't want to say it, and I don't know where to start.

Seeing me like this, he took out the pile of dolls from the box.

"You don't like them, do you? Throw them away if you don't like them..."

"I heard Xiaojie say, what about Bai Yueguang, I must have been a big bastard before, I hurt you, from now on, I only like you, okay?"

"Or you found out that I was chatting online, and I smashed my phone right away, and I will never contact him again."

I sneered, "Heh, are you still chatting online?"

Mr. Lu's way of making friends, I guess his gang of foxes and friends don't know about it?

What do you say you only like me...

Seeing that I asked this sentence, he seemed to think it was related to this, and he really dropped the phone. With a bang, I hurried to see the floor of my house.

The place where the phone landed was smashed into a small hole.

"Is there something wrong with you? Get out of my house quickly."

I yelled at him and pushed him away.

Mr. Lu acted like a rogue, allowing me to punch and kick him, but he didn't move towards the door.

He even showed me a sex toy that was lying on the floor, and he said, "I still found a lot of these things at home, and handcuffs, am I a sadist? Am I violent? Or have I hit you...or I forgot about it, you can do whatever you want to me, you hit me, or you tie me up? If I don't resist, you will get revenge?"

I looked at him with disgust in his eyes, and didn't know what to say. I'm not a pervert, and I don't want to take revenge on anyone in a perverted way.

I just said one word, pointing at the door: "Get out!"

Mr. Lu cried...

He choked up and said: "Brother, I really can't remember, but I know I like you, tell me why, okay? I will change, I will really change, please don't leave me, don't be with me Draw a line, okay? I really forgot..."

I found that Mr. Lu's appearance was very abnormal. He said he forgot, but he did not forget to like me. Is this possible?

"Stop pretending! Do you think I'll believe you when you say you've lost your memory?" I said bitterly to him.

He was even more aggrieved, as if he didn't know how to explain it.

"I didn't, I really didn't…"

Mr. Lu repeated sickly, and I couldn't tell the difference, but I think he should see a psychiatrist, maybe he is more sick than me.

The more he begged me for forgiveness hysterically, the more irritable I became. Slowly, my thoughts gradually became very bad.

Didn't he say he couldn't remember?Regardless of whether it is true or not, I am not going to tell him the truth, why I don't like him, why I have to draw a line with him, and I will give ambiguous answers about every bit of the past.

I want him to keep figuring out the reason, let him continue to be full of guilt, make him feel confused and helpless, and torture every nerve in him until he remembers.

If he still can't remember and wants to continue to be persistent, then I will let him make an endless loop in the mistakes he made forever, and he will never find the answer.

Thinking of this, I picked up Mr. Lu's mobile phone, deliberately unlocked the password in front of him, and found the photos we took at the playground.

Mr. Lu also brought a professional photographer to record every moment we played together, but I didn't notice it.

I flipped through the photos for a few moments, and then took out the one I thought was the best in my acting skills and showed it to Mr. Lu.

In the picture, Mr. Lu and I look at each other affectionately. Mr. Lu's cheeks are slightly red, holding milk tea in one hand, and rubbing the hem of his coat nervously with the other hand.

Seeing this picture, I couldn't help but take a deep breath. Is this handsome and affectionate man in the picture really the dressed and beastly SB in front of me?

"Lu Zheng, do you remember this?" I asked.

He looked at it for a long time, nodded, and shook his head again.

He said: "I'll remember, I remember... we hugged in a very high place, I remember us riding the roller coaster together..."

I laughed, and there was a hint of cruelty in the laughter.

I said: "Lu Zheng, it seems that we also had good times. How good is our relationship? But you just don't cherish it. How do you want me to forgive you?"

"It's my fault." He replied sincerely, but with indescribable confusion.

"Brother, please tell me the reason, please."

I didn't say anything, I went into the bedroom and showed him my depression diagnosis report.

I said: "Lu Zheng, this is all caused by you. Do you know how painful it is to cut the skin with a fruit knife? Do you know that if you take too much sleeping pills, you will vomit continuously until you pass out? Do you know that the sequelae of these injuries are Is it irreversible?"

He looked at the report and was stunned when he heard what I said. He looked at me with pain and regret in his eyes.

"Severe depression... No wonder... No wonder you have to leave me... I'm such a jerk..."

Mr. Lu raised his hand and slapped himself twice, his pretty face was swollen, and the sound of the slaps made a particularly pleasant sound in my house.

Seeing him in such a mess, I laughed in my heart, but said in my mouth angrily: "I sleep with you every day, and you can bully me as much as you want, but you pretend to be someone else in your heart, and I'm just a substitute for that person. Do you think this is fair to me?"

"No...no..." Mr. Lu covered his head, as if he had a terrible headache, and I was ready to call 120 for him.

He cried out hoarsely: "No, I don't remember, I don't remember who he is, you must know, you tell me, I must break up with him."

"Yeah, who is he?" I said in a cool tone, "I'm afraid only you know, you go and stop it, don't talk about amnesia, go and stop it!"

"Who is it?" Mr. Lu sat on the ground collapsed and kept repeating these three words, but I knew he couldn't remember, he was sick, and his white moonlight was just imagining my appearance.

Seeing him like this made me feel a lot better. While he was defenseless, I kicked him out of the house. Before he could react, I threw the big box on the ground out of the hallway, hit him, and then Everything that was scattered on the ground was thrown at him.

When closing the door, I still didn't forget to say, "You can talk about it when you think about it, get out!"

The moment the anti-theft door was locked, I finally couldn't stand anymore, and I collapsed at the door, my body trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming down like rain.

I turned into this appearance, I almost don’t know myself anymore, I took advantage of Mr. Lu’s amnesia, and made up some lies. How is it different from Lu Zheng’s before?

I've finally become what I hate...

The night passed in such a muddle. When I woke up from the bed, I had a habitual headache. I checked the time. It was 7:[-] in the morning, and it was only three hours before my flight time.

I simply cleaned up and went downstairs to take out the trash.

When I opened the door, I found someone lying in front of my house. I was so scared that I took a step back.

The person on the ground was sleeping on a pile of messy file folders, covered with a torn paper shell. I looked carefully and it turned out to be Mr. Lu...

When I thought of him sleeping in the corridor of my house last night, I felt like I was about to suffocate.

I went over and kicked him, and shouted, "Get up!"

He flinched, and crawled out of a pile of garbage sleepily to look at me. His face was covered with red marks from folders. His funny appearance made me smile.

Seeing me like this, he showed a bit of embarrassment, and turned his head away pretending to be embarrassed to look at me.

"Really, it's raining outside, and you don't give me my clothes, so I'll have to make do with it for the night, Ah Chi!"

He sneezed a lot, and I realized that Mr. Lu's coat was still at my house, but he didn't say anything, obviously on purpose.

"Why didn't you knock?" I asked him.

He was confident, "Just knock on the door and you open it for me?"

At least I thought I'd give him the clothes back.

Mr. Lu sat on the ground and couldn't get up. I got up and went into the room and threw the coat to him. Unexpectedly, he passed out when I came out.

I went to check on him, only to find that he had a high fever.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me, "Brother, can I enter the house?"

I took a deep breath and called Xiaojie. I don't know if it was Mr. Lu's instructions in advance, but Xiaojie didn't answer my call.

Angrily, I called He Chongyang and asked him to take good care of his son, but when He Chongyang heard that Lu Zheng was frozen outside my house, he asked me to deal with it myself.

What can I do with a big living person?