The man's hand shook in fright, and the spoon fell onto the table with a crisp "clang" sound.
The old man glanced at him and said, "You brat, can't you just eat and live in peace?"
after dinner.
Shen Qingwu knocked on the door of the old man's study with a prepared gift.
It was a calligraphy work by Qi Lao.
She bought it from a collector.
Mr. Lu couldn't put it down, "Sure enough, only Wu Yatou understands me best. I have been interested in this "Zengwu" for a long time. Unfortunately, someone from Hong Kong City bought it first in the early years. I didn't expect you to be able to buy it from him. .”
Shen Qingwu: "Grandpa, I'm not that capable. It happened that the old gentleman fell in love with a painting in my gallery and just sold me a favor."
"If you really think about it, this is Grandpa. If you never forget it, there will be repercussions."
The old man laughed.
Shen Qingwu pursed his lips and spoke again: "Grandpa, I'm sorry. I promised you that day that I would leave Lu Yanxing, but... I couldn't do it. I broke my promise."
Mr. Lu finally put down the calligraphy and painting in his hand. He raised his eyelids and his sharp gaze fell on Shen Qingwu's face.
The person next to me had a firm look on her face. Even though she was apologizing, she didn't flinch at all, and she was frank.
She has been like this since she was a child. She never hides what she can't do, and she never shirks it on others when she does something wrong.
After a long time, the old man sighed, poured a cup of tea for her and himself, and then said: "Even if you can do it, I know that brat can't do it. He will never let you go."
"Grandpa, you still don't want us to be together, do you? Can you tell me why? Is it because of my family background, or because Lu Suizui and I have..."
Apart from these two points, she really couldn't think of any reason for the old man's objection.
"No." The old man interrupted her, "Silly girl, I don't agree. Do you listen to me? Does that brat listen to me?"
"So, don't worry about anything and do what you want and what you think is right."
Shen Qingwu was told by the old man that he was confused.
In fact, he still disagreed, but he didn't mention the reason at all, and told her to ignore his thoughts and do what she wanted to do.
She picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then stared at Mr. Lu with her peach blossom eyes.
"Grandpa, did something happen to you?"
"Nonsense." The old man glared at her, "What can happen to me, Lu Xueliang?"
After that, he opened the inkstone and found that the ink cube inside had been used up. He called her directly: "Girl, go to the basement and help me get the ink cube you gave me last time."
…
yard.
Lu Sui then walked around the old house with Shen Yuyao, "That's all there is in the main building. Miss Shen Er, take your time and take a look. I have to excuse you."
The man was distant and polite, turned around and was about to leave.
"Brother, haven't you ever thought about taking my sister back again?" Shen Yuyao suddenly stopped him.
The man paused but did not turn around.
Shen Yuyao raised the corners of her lips. As long as this man heard the name "Shen Qingwu", he couldn't even move his feet.
She was indeed right about him.
"Are you really willing? In the past ten years, you have guarded her and protected her, but you just made a small mistake. How can a man with your status and status not make a mistake? She actually abandoned you like a shoe. Lu, did she really love you?"
Lu Sui turned around, his eyes cold and stern,
"Shen Yuyao, what do you want to do?"
"Don't be like this. Brother Sui, we are on the same side. You want sister, and I want brother Yanxing. You see, we can totally cooperate."
The cold and dignified man frowned slightly and pursed his cool lips: "I understand her temperament, and she will never look back."
"It depends on how brother Sui Sui understands it. Sometimes, we can't be too greedy. We can't have people and hearts, right?"
"You can't keep her heart, maybe there is a way to keep her as a person?"
"I specially prepared a gift for my brother. It's in the basement. Do you want to see it?"
…
basement.
The dim light was full of shadows.
This has always been the place where the old man hides his good stuff.
Shen Qingwu walked to a shelf against the wall and rummaged through it layer by layer for the ink sticks the old man wanted.
A quarter of an hour later.
The lower shelf yielded nothing.
She simply moved a ladder and climbed to a higher place to continue her efforts.
Probably because the ventilation in the basement was poor, she gradually felt hotter and hotter, and felt agitated for no reason.
She tugged on her collar, calmed herself down, and continued searching.
Finally, when I opened the innermost black box, I successfully pulled out the ink stick.
She took the ink stick and climbed down the ladder step by step.
He was obviously very careful, but his legs and feet seemed to be out of control. They gave way for no apparent reason, and he fell off the ladder.
"ah--"
However, the expected pain did not come.
She fell into a hot embrace.
The man's big hands firmly held her soft waist.
Through the thin layer of fabric, the hot temperature made her heart tremble, and the nameless evil fire seemed to burn even brighter.
She forced herself to stand up, but found that her whole body was extremely weak and her head was dizzy.
