The man sat on the sofa in the living room for a long, long time.
It was so long that the person lying on the bed in the bedroom couldn't lie still, so he thought about it for a long time before walking out barefoot.
Ever since Lu Jing'an sat on the sofa, Huanong stood by the wall and listened to the conversation between the two. She listened to every word they said. When Hengqing opened the door, she cautiously opened the door. Lying back on the bed she created the illusion that she didn't know what was going on.
Huanong did this just to leave the last bit of dignity to Lu Jing'an. She knew that the man in front of her was arrogant and full of self-esteem. A man who had lived for thirty years learned that he was the product of rape in this silent night, and The person who had always been very kind to him turned out to be not his biological father.
The combined impact of these things was no less than that of an atomic bomb blowing up the earth, making his normally clear mind go into chaos.
Like a bee trapped in a spider web with no way out.
Huanong stepped barefoot on the carpet and stood at the door frame between the bedroom and the reception room, carefully looking at Lu Jing'an. After struggling for a long time, he calmed down and said, "Hengqing is gone?"
The man who was leaning sluggishly on the sofa heard Huanong's voice and slowly turned the hand on his knee, palm down, to cover the wound.
"Let's go," the man's voice was calm and nothing unusual could be heard.
As Huanong approached, Lu Jingan stood up from the sofa, worried that she would step on the broken wine glass at her feet.
Towards Huanong.
"What happened to your nightgown?"
The scarlet liquid was particularly conspicuous on the white nightgown. Huanong hadn't noticed it when Lu Jingan didn't stand up, and it was particularly obvious when he stood up.
"The red wine was spilled."
"Isn't this the color of red wine?" As someone who has been filming all year round, what kind of blood bags, plasma, or blood substitutes have you never used? The color on Lu Jingan's nightgown was not the color of red wine at all, but more like blood.
"If it's not red wine, could it be my blood?" Huanong suspected something, and Lu Jingan followed it.
People don't know how to answer the call for a while.
As the man spoke, he put his uninjured hand around Huanong's shoulders and walked to the bedroom.
Seeing that there was nothing unusual about the person, Huanong was worried: "What did Hengqing talk to you about?"
"Something insignificant."
"Put on shoes or go to bed?" Lu Jingan lowered his head and glanced at her bare feet.
Huanong's fingertips curled up, and Ma Liuer got on the bed.
Watching Lu Jing'an's tall back enter the bathroom, and when he came out, there was a warm towel in his right hand.
"foot......."
The man sat on the edge of the bed and motioned to Huanong to stretch out his legs, and the latter did so.
When the warm towel fell on the soles of her feet, Hua Nong felt warm in her heart. She sat up and approached Lu Jingan: "There's something wrong with you."
"What's wrong?"
"I can't tell, it's just something wrong." Of course she knew something was wrong with the person in front of her, but there were some words she couldn't say out of her mouth.
"I can't tell you what's wrong, but there's nothing wrong. Don't think about it! After all, I didn't go out to eat, drink or gamble. Mrs. Lu just puts her mind on her stomach."
Lu Jing'an put Huanong's feet back into the quilt and pressed the thin duvet under it.
Huanong moved his feet under the quilt, and his tone was uncertain: "Apart from these, everything else is not a big deal to you?"
"Eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling shouldn't be defined like this!"
“If doing something makes you happy, then do it, no matter what the critical point it is.”
"Short-term happiness is not happiness," Lu Jing'an responded seriously to Huanong's question.
"Living in a world where even life cannot last long, yet you imagine that happiness can last forever? Mr. Lu, are you making things difficult for others or yourself?"
"Also," Huanong looked at Lu Jing'an with a solemn face: "I care about you, but I care about your emotions and mood, not whether you are eating, drinking, whoring and gambling outside. Boss Lu, that's how you miss me. ?”
Lu Jing'an felt a little guilty after Hua Nong's words. He lowered his head and kissed her: "I judge a gentleman's belly with a villain's heart, don't be angry!"
Huanong sighed and lay sideways on the bed: "Go take a shower, you smell all over the place."
When Lu Jing'an came out again, Huanong was asleep with the quilt in his arms, his slender thighs resting on the white quilt, and he had the entire quilt as his own, leaving not even a corner for him.
The man sighed slightly, picked up the cigarette case on the bedside table, and entered the study.
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Tuk-tuk-tuk...
In the early morning, Huanong was packing up things in his room and preparing to return to Beijing and Hong Kong. He heard a knock on the door and glanced at Lu Jingan.
"Mr. Lu, Mr. Liang would like to invite you to have a cup of tea."
Huanong heard the sound at the door, stopped packing his things, and walked to the door to hear what happened.
The people outside the door saw the fluttering white skirt in the room and turned their eyes back to Lu Jingan's face.
"No need."
Lu Jing'an had no intention of flirting with anyone. After rejecting the offer, he closed the door directly. Huanong stepped out and looked at Lu Jing'an with some doubts: "What is he looking for you for? Could it be that he wants to establish a relationship with you, his stepson?" ?”
"If I were just an ordinary person, would you think he would have this intention? In Vanity Fair, the first thing you look at when looking at people is the resources and identity behind you. Who you are and what your relationship is with him, it doesn't matter. .”
Huanong raised his eyebrows: "Interesting, isn't it said that the family is happy with both children and children? Jiang Wanzhou wants you to die when he sees you. As a husband, if he is really considerate enough and considers his wife's face, he will not I would do something like ask you to meet me.”
"Could it be..." Huanong's eyes turned slightly as he followed the figures walking around the bureau: "Is everything an illusion?"
Liang Jinghe knew clearly that Lu Jingan was Jiang Wanzhou's disgrace, yet he still did such a thing. It was clear that he didn't want others to have an easy time!
"How about? Go take a look?"
"You want to go?"
"Anyway, the Jiang family can no longer make any big waves. Aren't you curious about what kind of chess Jiang Wanzhou is playing?"
…………
When the door to the suite was opened, the person who came to invite Lu Jingan was calling Liang Jinghe to inform him of the situation.
When I first saw the person, I was a little surprised.
"address."
The man was stunned, and without even hanging up the phone, he gave a list of addresses in a daze.
Those who were scheduled to return in the afternoon postponed their trip. When Lu Jing'an appeared in the tea room, Liang Jinghe had already arrived and was making tea, waiting for him.
"Princess Hua, the address has been sent to your mobile phone, but I advise you not to get involved with the Liang family."
Huanong sat on the sofa, holding his cell phone and listening to Bo Lian's voice, and flicked his nails: "Nonsense, am I having an affair? I'm just communicating with my future mother-in-law."
"Future mother-in-law? If it were your future mother-in-law, would she always think about killing your husband? Don't flatter yourself."
"I hear your tone is quite brisk, what's the matter? Nan Qingqing has stopped being with you recently? Can I help you?"
"Do some favors, thank you."
