Lu Jinfeng looked at her, and her dark eyes were calm without a trace of turmoil.

After all, I have seen strong winds and waves, so I can stay here.

I think there shouldn't be outsiders in this kind of scene of looking at each other. If Qinzi hadn't pinched my hand, I would have disappeared automatically. But I don't understand what the man who was leaning on the wall and watching the show was lazy and relaxed. Don't he think that he was in trouble here?

Also, Sister Qinzi, can you be gentle? My claws are almost crushed by you.

"What do you want me to do? It's been nine years..." Full tears flowed out from Qinzi's eyes.

"You have told you a long time ago, I won't..."

"Who do you like?"

Lu Jinfeng suddenly looked behind us, "He."

Qinzi and I turned our heads at the same time, and then we saw Lin Chu who was also surprised.

I sat on the bar with Qinzi, drinking glass after cup, tears kept falling, and I didn't know how to persuade her.

She drank too much and talked too much. She pulled me to say a lot intermittently, many things that I never knew.

Only then did I understand what the so-called nine years mean.

Nine years ago, Qinzi was still a student, and Lu Jinfeng's career in Z City was at its peak. By chance, Qinzi saved the injured Lu Jinfeng.

Eight years ago, Lu Jinfeng's wife was killed by her enemy. The unborn child in her belly also left the world. Qinzi also dropped out of school that year.

Seven years ago, Lu Jinfeng finally avenged his revenge and gradually began to retreat behind the scenes, but his name was still very famous.

Six years ago, Qinzi came to night from another venue.

Five years ago, Qinzi, who had been in Yese for a year, realized that the boss behind Yese was Lu Jinfeng.

That's it, until today.

"I liked him since the first time I saw him. People who were obviously in the rain of bullets can be so elegant and calm. That day, so many people blocked him, and his clothes were covered with blood, but there was no panic on his face..."

"He heard from his brothers that he was stunned when he found his wife's body. He walked home from the suburbs with her in his arms and walked all night. They said that it was the only time they saw him crying. At that time, the child was six months old..."

"They said that he was so angry that night that he killed someone…"

"Just listening to them, my heart hurts so much..."

"Luoluo, it hurts so much here, it hurts so much..."

"I've seen photos of his wife, they're very beautiful, but she's been away for so long..."

"Why? Why would he rather admit that he likes men than accept me? Is it because I am a lady? He thinks I am dirty?"

"I thought about not being a lady, but he said, he only said three words..."

"No need. He said it was not necessary, haha..., no need... so I have been doing it for so many years."

"I don't want to leave Yese. If I leave, I will be with him..., I will have a few nine years left..."

I suddenly felt very sad. I thought Qinzi was as cool and free as she looked on the surface.

I thought Qinzi told me that we were heartless, but she was really heartless.

It turns out that life is a play, and everyone is interpreting their own story, and there is not so much happiness or beauty at all.

Later, Qinzi fell asleep on the table. I waved to Lin Chu not far away, and he ran over immediately.

Since the beginning, he has been standing not far away and pulling his hair with annoyance on his face. He thought about it but didn't dare.

"Luoluo, I'm really not...I just happened to pass by."

I don’t know what Lu Jinfeng’s sexual orientation is. If he really likes men, then Qinzi would be tragic.

I suddenly felt that the fickle man was not that annoying. At least he liked women, which was a matter of quality.

Maybe, now my wife really doesn’t want a girl.

"You..." I originally wanted to say, if you weren't, how did the rumors come from in the venue, but I was afraid of hurting him, so I held back.

You are not, it doesn't mean he is not.

"Forget it, stop talking, please help me send her back."

After I was about to go home, I found that my bags and other things were still in the venue, and the keys were also in the bag, so I had to go back and get them.

Not long after I took the bag, I heard the sound of the car horn behind me. I gave in to the side of the road. The sound of the horn continued, and I gave in to the side of the road again.

The horn continued, I looked at my left, then my right, and then I got angry.

Damn, can't you even get out of such a wide area? Do you think you are driving a tank! Do you think you are Beta!

When I turned my head and was about to curse, the car window slowly descended, and the man looked at me from behind the car window.

I closed my mouth halfway and walked over.

The driver got out of the car and opened the door for me. I paused and sat in.

He looked at me for a long time, "I found that you really like to meddle in other people's business, why do you have it everywhere!"

I don't know what he meant, so I bit my lip and didn't make a sound.

Am I meddling in other people's business? Kotoko and I have such a good relationship. She finally likes a man now, but she is still... Can I ignore it? Who is the same as you! You know how to watch the fun!

He seemed to be in a bad mood. After saying that, he stopped talking, leaned on the back of the seat and closed his eyes. I wondered if he was asleep, and I didn't dare to say anything.

When we arrived at an intersection, the driver asked in a low voice, "Mr. Zuo, should we go to the west or south?"

I don't know what the west and south mean, but I know that the villa I often go to is on the west side of Z City.

He still closed his eyes, "South."

"Yes, Mr. Zuo."

Have you changed the place?

When I arrived at the place, I was in a place where every inch of land was worth every inch of money. When this property was first developed, I once calculated that even if I don’t eat or drink in this life, I can’t afford a bathroom here.

I followed him out of the car, got in, got out of the elevator, got in, and got in the door.

When he entered the door, he sat on the sofa, his eyes closed, as if he was not as good as me.

I just said, this child is good everywhere, but he just doesn’t like to talk. This is a disease and needs to be cured!

After my observation, this may be a nest he often stayed at. There were several newspapers on the coffee table in front of the sofa, which were serial numbers.

I was standing or sitting. After observing him, he still didn't move.

I cleared my throat, "That..."

He still didn't respond, and I got closer and realized something was wrong.

His face was a little pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he frowned, as if he was in pain.

I subconsciously reached out and touched the sweat on his forehead. As soon as my fingers touched my forehead, he grabbed my hand.

His hands were cold.

I suddenly became scared and asked him in a low voice, "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

He slowly opened his eyes and spoke for a long time, feeling weak, "The medicine is in the second drawer in the cabinet over there."

I went to get it right away, thinking to myself, don't die, if you die, I will become a suspect, and then I will die unjustly.

After I found the medicine, I went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, and then looked at the instructions on the medicine bottle. It was a medicine for treating stomach problems. I poured two pills and handed them to him.

He looked at me strangely, and I was also strange, "What's wrong?"

He shook his head gently, took the medicine with water, and then closed his eyes again.

It took a long time before he opened his eyes again and his face looked a little better.

"How do you know how to eat two pills?"

"It was written on the medicine bottle."

"You understand?"

Then I suddenly realized that it was imported medicine, and the bottles were all in English.

"No, that, don't you usually take two pills of stomach medicine?" I lowered my head and dealt with it.

"How do you know this is stomach medicine?"

"I...I guessed."

I felt his eyes always falling on me, as if he wanted to see through me. After a long time, at least I felt it took him a long time before he spoke again, "Hmm."

But I think he certainly doesn't believe it.

I know, he thought that women who appeared in that kind of occasion must not have much education, either graduated from junior high school or dropped out of high school. I don’t know why I was unwilling to let him know that I was in college, and I even wanted to let him think that I was the same as them.

"Put me water and take a shower!"

This is the eldest young master. He will die if he says "please"! Now if I don't care what you do! Even if I beat you now, you can't beat me!

Of course, I definitely don’t dare to do this. Because as long as I can’t kill him, he will definitely not let me go. Even if I kill him, I will have to be buried with him.

After serving him to take a shower, I helped him lie down on the bed. I felt like I was having a violent exercise and my whole body seemed to be disintegrating.
To be continued...