Mr. Lu wants to chase his wife's crematorium

"No, you go to work."

I got up and picked up Tang Jingqi's suit jacket, pulled him up from the sofa, and helped him put it on.

He enjoyed the process and let me fiddle with it.

When I got him dressed, he said, "Change."

"What? For what?" I helped him carry the bag.

"Change one."

He took off the clothes I just put on, and I gave him the bag at the door.

"Then go and change it yourself."

"No." He shook his head, willfully like a child.

"You change it for me."

Only then did I realize how ambiguous my actions were to Tang Jingqi.

Is he kidding me?

Want me to dress him again?

"Change it yourself." I deliberately attacked him.

This time, in exchange for Tang Jingqi's aggrieved look.

"People are different. He's lying flat, and there are still people thinking about it. I'm fine. I don't have any special treatment. A crying child has milk to drink."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

I couldn't help punching him. The half-hard but not soft feeling on the chest was very comfortable. A strange fluctuation suddenly shook my heart.

Men always pay more attention to desire in their bones. I admit that I like Tang Jingqi's figure very much.

I looked up at him, and he looked down at me condescendingly, showing a sly smile.

"How is it? Does it feel good? Why don't you try it?"

Faced with his teasing, I was ashamed and angry, I pulled Tang Jingqi and pushed him out of the door, and threw the coat to him.

"Go to work quickly! I don't like people looking at me, and Lu Zheng is like that, what do you care about?"

He was helpless for a while, as if I was bullying him the whole time.

"Bao, Bao must be given to me, right?" he said.

I gave him the bag and closed the door.

Automatically ignored his last sentence "We will have a long life."

After he left, I continued to read the script, and the more I read it, the more uncomfortable I felt.

This is what I used to distract my attention, but the thought of shooting with He Ran makes me sick.

The script was thrown aside by me irritably, at this moment, I received a message.

Someone threatened me.

It said: [Tao Yan, your mother who was a mistress deserves more than a crime, I advise you not to continue suing, or I will kill you. 】

It was from an unknown number, but I'm guessing it might be.

I don't believe that in the matter of my mother, why is it as simple as a victim.

So I saved the screenshot of the message and sent it to Yan Chang, asking him to arrange a lawyer to be ready to help me with the lawsuit at any time, and then put on my clothes and went to the police station to report the case.

I want to take this information as evidence and check it out.

When I was about to leave the police station, a police officer in charge of my case stopped me.

He said, "Mr. Tao, your mother's autopsy report has come out."

He handed me a document and I glanced at it.

"Induced acute myocardial infarction, what do you mean?"

He patiently explained to me: "Your mother suffers from congenital heart disease. There are many predisposing factors, such as overwork, eating habits, living habits and emotional changes, etc. However, we visited some neighbors and learned from the Internet. After collecting some information and basically ruling out the causes caused by living habits, it is preliminarily determined that it is more likely that your mother, Ms. Zhao, was greatly stimulated before her death."

"The spirit has been greatly stimulated..." I silently repeated these words.

As a son, I can't even protect my own mother. I feel that I am really a failure.

The police gave me a family member's informed consent form and asked me to sign it, and they promised to investigate this matter thoroughly.

I asked: "If it is a human factor, will it be considered a criminal case?"

The police did not give me a specific answer, because they wanted to determine the coincidence of all related factors, and they also had to find the person who met my mother on the day of the incident, determine the motive of the other party, and so on.

I understand that this is a normal case-handling process. Even Mr. Lu said that the chance of taking responsibility for being angry is very small.

Unless I have evidence that the other party did it on purpose.

But now I can only provide doubters and nothing else.

When I went back, I walked to the hospital again unknowingly, so I went in to see Mr. Lu.

Think of him poorly.

When I came to the ICU clinic, he was still lying there, the same as last night, with a ventilator and various tubes, but the red string I put on the door was gone.

I stood at the door and looked in, and found that my red rope was on Mr. Lu's wrist. Someone should have helped him put it on, otherwise he would not be able to move.

Just as I was about to leave, I bumped into Jay in the hallway.

He looked at me with bad eyes and said nothing.

I opened my mouth several times, but stopped talking.

I was thinking, what identity should I use now to understand the cause of Mr. Lu's crash, for me, any identity doesn't seem very appropriate.

Maybe it's just a relationship with an ex-lover.

Thinking of the phrase "one day, one day, one hundred days of kindness between husband and wife, after sleeping, there is always some affection."

I laughed at myself.

"Xiaojie, can we talk?"

He obviously didn't want to, and sat indifferently on the chair outside the ward.

"You go, we have nothing to say."

Seeing his attitude, I wanted to explain, but I didn't know where to start.

I said, "Actually, Lu Zheng and I are not what you imagined."

He looked at me with complete incomprehension in his eyes.

Perhaps in his impression, Mr. Lu had to go to the hospital once every three days, and every time it was related to me.

He understands how much Mr. Lu loves me, and so do Mr. Lu's friends. It seems that I am the only one who doesn't understand this kind of love.

This morbid forced love.

But I don't think he can offset everything he has done before just by loving me.

Thinking of this, I politely smiled at Xiaojie.

"Sorry, since you don't want to talk to me, I'm leaving."

"Wait a moment!"

I turned to leave, but Xiaojie stopped me.

"Don't you want to know why Mr. Lu crashed the car?"

I looked back at him, "Would you like to tell me?"

He pursed his lips, still reluctant.

I stood there and waited for a while, if he wanted to say it, he would say it, if he really didn't want to, let it go.

In fact, I also made the worst plan, that is, it has something to do with me. With Mr. Lu's character, it is not impossible for him to pretend to be hit by a car, and then win my sympathy.

It's just that he probably didn't expect that an accident could be so fatal.

Xiaojie slowly took out something from his trouser pocket at this time, and I was shocked when I saw it clearly.

That turned out to be my lost small memory, why is it here with Xiaojie?I was also terrified for a long time.

"How do you have... why is it here with you?"

I was a little incoherent with excitement.

Xiaojie took the memory card and said, "Mr. Lu said that this thing is very important to you. Judging by your expression, I think it is."

"Can you return it to me?" I took a step forward and asked.

Xiaojie hesitated, but still reached out and handed the things to me.

"Believe it or not, but I haven't seen what's inside."

I believe it. I don't know why, but I have an inexplicable sense of trust in Xiaojie.

In my opinion, besides right and wrong, he is also a very kind and reliable person.

I got the things and said thank you. Just as I was about to leave, Xiaojie from behind said coldly, "Boss Lu was hit by a car that day because he wanted to return the things to you."

I turned around abruptly, "In order to return it to me? What's going on?"

Xiaojie told me the whole process of Mr. Lu's crash.

After hearing this, I felt uncomfortable.

It turned out that after I left that day, Mr. Lu found the memory card I lost on the beach. He thought that this thing was extremely important to me, so he wanted to catch up and return it to me.

He rushed to the road, looking for me, but just happened to meet a bus pulled over.

The bus originally had a stop, but a black Porsche was parked. The Porsche was about to leave at that time. The bus and the Porsche met. The speed was not fast, but Mr. Lu happened to be in a blind spot, so he was hit.

"It's because of me again."

I don't know why, but I feel like Mr. Lu and I have entered into an endless loop. The two of us are always hurting each other.

Just like this time, he was knocked into a vegetable state.

I took a look at the memory, and my heart was very confused.

I seem to be able to imagine how wronged Mr. Lu was at that time. He must have been pleasantly surprised when he saw the memory, because he found another reason to strike up a conversation with me, and then he wiped away his tears and started looking for me. After seeing my shadow, he became flustered and didn't even notice the danger from his side.

Xiaojie saw that I was stunned, and said, "Since Mr. Lu lost his memory, he has been trying to make up for his mistakes. Of course, I don't know what mistakes Mr. Lu made."

"Recently I heard that you have been asking him to find something, probably the thing in your hand? But you lied to him to make up with him, do you know how happy he is? He has a fever of 40 degrees thinking about you and his brother If there is a festival, I will go to help you to support the situation, for fear that you will be bullied."

"He will be happy all day because of you saying "wait for my call, and even stare at the phone at any time, for fear of missing it." "

"Before he lost his memory, you didn't like everything he did. I understand, it's a matter between you, but he lost his memory, he doesn't remember, you can find any reason for him to look for things, why? Want to lie to him about feelings?"

"You keep saying that his amnesia is faking, why? He is such a sinister and cunning person in your heart?"

"Don't forget, who smashed his head! After bleeding so much, shouldn't there be some sequelae?"

"People's hearts are made of flesh, don't you feel guilty?"

"If you don't believe me, I can ask a doctor to tell you whether he has real amnesia or fake amnesia!"

I listened quietly, maybe I shouldn't lie to Mr. Lu, but I still don't think that what Mr. Lu has done deserves how much I am moved.

Maybe I'm a penny-pinching person, and I can't accept what Mr. Lu has done to me.

But when Xiaojie mentioned amnesia, I couldn't help frowning.

"You said he really lost his memory? Isn't the diagnosis a recovery?"

"Have you read the medical certificate?" Xiaojie looked at me suspiciously.

Our two eyes met, and Xiaojie smiled mockingly.

"No wonder, you've changed so quickly. Mr. Lu was talking about your wedding that morning... I thought you were really reconciled, but I didn't expect you to come in such a violent way..."

"Let me tell you, amnesia is just a sequelae. The diagnosis proves that Mr. Lu's head injury has recovered and the stitches have been removed."

I took a deep breath, not knowing who was telling the truth.

Tang Jingqi has always been good to me, if he can lie to me, I don't know who else I can trust?

And that black Porsche, I remember that the car that Tang Jingqi drove over that day was a black Porsche.

I wondered in my heart whether Tang Jingqi had personally witnessed Mr. Lu being bumped.

Forget it, so what if it's true or false?Even waking up is a luxury for Mr. Lu.

Why should I care about it.

I silently walked to the door of the ward, and took another look at Mr. Lu lying inside.

I remembered the scene when Mr. Lu and I met for the first time. He dressed up very well, maybe to give the whole family a good impression, and then he called me "brother" sweetly, although it didn't come from the heart.

Perhaps as Mr. Lu said, he shouldn't have returned to China in the first place, and I shouldn't have let him return to China. We were wrong from the very beginning.

Now that he is lying here, what if I hate him or not?

As far as I am concerned, I really want Mr. Lu to pay for my Golden Rainbow Award, but letting him die is too vicious, so let him live, it is his fate to live how he lives.

Finally, I got permission from the nurses and doctors, walked into the ward, and whispered something into Mr. Lu's ear.

"Lu Zheng, live well. From today onwards, we will be cleared."

I have accepted the seven years full of humiliation, and I don't want to be entangled any more.