The soles of his feet were as heavy as lead and kept falling. The stone steps were no longer stone steps, but turned into a festering swamp. Su Qiao escaped unharmed, leaving Lu Mingyuan alone in the quagmire.

Although he was stubborn and arrogant in his bones, he never lowered his eyebrows and was submissive. His anger and madness were hidden in his eyes, but he still changed his tone, even a little humble, and asked her: "You said so.

What else can I say? Do you have any difficulties? Tell me and I will keep it a secret for you."

Lu Chen was right, Lu Mingyuan was new to the world. He didn't know what it felt like to be heartbroken. He forced him to kneel down and made up millions of reasons for Su Qiao. He just hoped that she could pick one of them to excuse herself and let him

relief.

Su Qiao's mouth was dry and she had difficulty swallowing.

Her throat was so painful that it was about to burst. It was burning. It suddenly opened a crack and tore countless pieces. She covered her mouth and coughed violently.

Tears blurred her vision.

In Su Qiao's eyes, the vast expanse of blue waves and the blue sky and white clouds were all illusions of nothingness. Tears had soaked the beautiful scenery, and the edges and corners of the buildings were unclear.

Her hair was messed up by the cold wind, and she tightened her clothes to avoid his sight: "I got what I wanted, so why bother? Lu Mingyuan, you'd better worry less, don't waste this effort, and book a flight back to London as soon as possible.

"

Lu Mingyuan was reluctant, like a drowning survivor grabbing the last straw: "Don't go, your face and way of speaking have changed. Turn your head around, are you crying?"

Su Qiao turned a deaf ear.

Without further ado, she never looked back.

He Anbai aimed at the opportunity and was extremely discerning. He stood in front of Lu Mingyuan, protected Su Qiao just right, and held Su Qiao's arm - they were not touching each other skin-to-skin through the sleeves.

Just like this, Lu Mingyuan would go crazy.

Calmness is gone.

He was at the end of his rope, and his tone was different from before. It was gloomy and scary, which sent chills down Su Qiao's back: "Su Qiao, come here, don't let me say it a second time."

When He Anbai realized that Su Qiao couldn't speak, he became a villain and killed them all: "Lu Mingyuan, I have something to say to you - the tough melon is not sweet. Did you listen carefully to what Miss Su just said?

?The Su family's business is not easy to do. You and Miss Su are not the same kind of people... We are not saying that you are useless, you are different and extraordinary, so don't always get along with a bunch of common people."

He switched sides to the Su family's camp and said lightly and sarcastically: "Thanks to you, I have done Miss Su a big favor."

Su Qiao laughed and said, "Everyone gets what he deserves, isn't it good?"

She couldn't hold on, and her steps began to slow down.

If she turns around now, throws herself into Lu Mingyuan's arms, and explains to him while crying, he will definitely forgive her. Yes, she has full confidence in him.

But she can't do this. Not long ago, Su Qiao made a choice. She still wants to use Lu Chen. For now - at least for now, she must keep her word.

However, Lu Mingyuan knew nothing.

His memory of pictures is different from ordinary people. Therefore, he can always think of his first encounter with Su Qiao, the development of their relationship, and their gradual intimacy. Unfortunately, the flowers and flowers at that time are the pain of today.

The thread of love is like a cocoon, and the one who creates the cocoon is bound to bind himself.

Lu Mingyuan finally lost control.

Before He Anbai stepped down the steps, the hem of his shirt suddenly felt cold. Someone pulled him backwards, and the autumn wind swept him over like fallen leaves, knocking him to the ground.

Hitting the back of the head on the ground is the most dangerous posture. A little carelessness is enough to cause a lifelong disability.

After all, He Anbai had practiced, and he couldn't sit still and wait for death. He leaned on the ground, rolled around, and took off his opponent's strength. He said helplessly: "Lu Mingyuan, you are angry in your heart. It's not that I don't understand. But you look up and look at it.

, in broad daylight, in public, if the two of us fight, it will make people laugh..."

Before he could finish the word "word", a black leather shoe stepped on his left hand.

Just now, He Anbai held Su Qiao with his left hand.

He Anbai suspected that Lu Mingyuan was no longer a normal person.

He was worried that he couldn't beat him.

Just at this moment, the scheduled ferry arrived. Su Qiao stood still and spoke to save the situation: "Lu Mingyuan, do you have to take action? You know better than me that violence cannot solve the problem..."

Her conditioning was of no avail.

He Anbai's face was pale and he was about to dislocate.

He resisted for a few seconds, but he was controlled by others and found it difficult to exert force. Anger surged from his heart. After careful consideration, he shouted: "Hey, Lu Mingyuan, don't you give up until you reach the Yellow River? Miss Su has no interest in you, and you still want to be shameless."

, Stalker, I told you that few of you who are interested in art are normal, so just show it to us right away..."

He pounded the ground hard with his right hand: "Not to mention other places, there are a lot of young guys in our company who are better than you. Those who want to chase Miss Su can line up from the entrance of the company to the top floor, and they are all on top of each other.

The excellence is really not yours. Lu Mingyuan, don’t blame me for being realistic. I don’t understand your art world, and the smell of copper in our business world can kill you."

Lu Mingyuan stepped on He Anbai's left hand, and He Anbai crushed his self-esteem in turn.

He cunningly blurs the point and downplays Su Qiao's deception.

Everything he said was a trap. He was just Su Qiao's assistant, and he could still play tricks at this stall. He succeeded in making Lu Mingyuan lose his mind. He moved to the shore in twos and twos, fought to get into the boat, and went away with Su Qiao.

.

Lu Mingyuan did not pursue him.

With his mind relaxed, he sat on the shore.

Lu Mingyuan is not good at swimming. He occasionally gets seasick and is not good at swimming - if he were good at swimming, he would dive into the sea to look for the stone abandoned by Su Qiao.

He looked at the ripples of light and the scorching sun in the distance, until the sun set in the west and the afterglow spread. Thousands of scenes disappeared in the dusk, and the sounds of people wandered in his mind. On this day, he was treated in such a painful way that was no less than torture.

The evil ways have ended.

Lu Chen didn't care about his son.

He sat alone in the study and smoked.

His subordinate Yuan Teng was beating his shoulders. Because of Yuan Teng's good skills, even if he was stupid, Lu Chen did not replace him. Yuan Teng knew it well and greeted him with a smile: "Lu Mingyuan sat outside for a whole day.

Damn it, boss, let’s give him a meal. If he’s so young, it’s not good if he’s starving, and he’ll have to go to the hospital.”

Lu Chen said, "I won't send it away."

He puffed away melancholy, then suddenly laughed and said, "You're already in your twenties, and you still don't know how to take care of yourself? It's useless to be so sad just for the sake of a little girl making a movie."

Yuan Teng knew that the boss did not really blame his son. He sighed quickly and pretended to be coy: "Lu Mingyuan is worthy of being your son, boss. He values ​​love and righteousness. I have been sitting here all day..."

"Okay, shut up," Lu Chen slapped the table with his palm, closed his eyes and said calmly, "He is just young and lacks a few obstacles."

Yuan Teng nodded reluctantly, not daring to mention Lu Mingyuan again, let alone say anything about Su Qiao.

For Su Qiao, her trip was not in vain. It was the next day when she returned to Beijing. It was windy and hot in July, and the driver was waiting for her in the parking lot in a Maserati.

As soon as he got on the bus, Su Qiao lay back and fell on the seat.

Shen Man and Su Qiao came back together. But she didn't know what happened to Su Qiao. She just thought that Su Qiao was very tired and whispered softly: "Let's ask the driver to drive the car home. I contacted the nanny aunt, Today the house was cleaned from the inside out, and auntie prepared lunch, a total of ten dishes..."

Su Qiao raised her eyes and stared at Shen Man.

Different from the past, Su Qiao's eyes were not black and white, but mixed with tiny red bloodshot eyes. She half-leaned on the soft back of the chair and said to Shen Man: "After I met you, I realized that you are always so thoughtful."

She couldn't laugh, but she looked kind: "Speaking of which, what did Auntie cook?"

The interior of the car was spacious and bright. Shen Man sat slantedly and said: "There is nothing special, they are all the dishes you are used to. Auntie said that you just came back, and she was afraid that you would not be accustomed to the local environment, so she just cooked homely. Sauce cod, straw mushroom steamed chicken, osmanthus honey taro, matsutake mushroom soup..."

——How the hell is this normal?

He Anbai in the front row couldn't help but curse.

The home-cooked dishes in his mind were braised pork ribs, cold cucumbers, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, etc. Seeing how well Shen Man knew Su Qiao, he couldn't help but sigh that Shen Man was really a good and conscientious assistant.

He Anbai didn't know why, Su Qiao hid something from Shen Man.

Su Qiao made the invitation without any warning: "Auntie made ten dishes, and I can't finish them all by myself. I will go to the company to work tomorrow, and I can rest for a while today. I will ask the driver to drive home, and you can eat with me." Let’s have a meal.”

She is like their friend, easy-going, naturally approachable, and unable to find any reason to refuse.

Su Qiao's villa is a single-family house, with a beautiful appearance and extremely luxurious decoration. The lawn in front of the door is spotless, not even a weed can be found, as if it has been splashed with a pool of green ink.

He Anbai visited for the first time. He looked around, his eyelids twitched slightly, and his ears were ringing: "I work for the boss and have never been to the boss's house. Are all the houses of your Su family like this? How much does it cost..."

"My cousin Su Zhan," Su Qiao opened the front door and entered the house with ease. "His house is bigger than mine. Because after my grandfather passed away, that house belonged to him."

She carried her handbag and asked the nanny to greet the guests.

The spiral staircase is located on the side, and the pure wooden steps are as smooth as a mirror. Su Qiao took off her shoes, went upstairs barefoot, walked to the bedroom, and locked the three documents in the safe.

The box was cold, her hands dropped to the side, and her heart seemed to have no warmth.

The curtains were blown by the summer wind, and in the small study room with no lights on, the shadows were arrogant, making it look strange inexplicably.

Su Qiao turned a blind eye and lay on the floor in a daze for half a quarter of an hour. She felt that she had a pulmonary embolism and couldn't breathe. She had no energy to take a deep breath - maybe it was because she was too tired and she needed some time to calm down.

Not long after, footsteps were heard outside the door.

Su Qiao heard someone knocking on the door gently.

"Come in," she responded.

The door was ajar, and the light suddenly brightened, shining in from outside the corridor.

The person who knocked on the door was Shen Man.

The light and shadow outline her body shape, which is thin and thin, like a weakened piece of paper. She is wearing a knee-length skirt, the skirt is fully embroidered with patterns, and the workmanship is exquisite. When she sits next to Su Qiao, the skirt is also Flowers bloom on the floor.

"Auntie is serving the food. She doesn't dare to open the pot and is waiting for you to come downstairs," Shen Man comforted, "People are like iron rice or steel, let's go eat."

Su Qiao didn't answer.

She turned over and leaned against the cold wooden floor, catching a glimpse of the tall floor-to-ceiling windows and the bright moon outside the window. Somehow, the sentimental emotions that arose spontaneously were about to engulf her completely.

Su Qiao found a box of nasal plug tubes from the medicine box. The tube was filled with mint ice chips. She took one puff to refresh her mind and two puffs to regain her strength. She sat in the corner, pinched the tube and let it go. Flowing by itself, immersed in it.

However, that mint-flavored gadget is just the most common over-the-counter medicine. It is often used by people with colds as good news for nasal congestion.

Su Qiao had a cold when she was a child, so her mother used this for her.

Knowing this, Shen Man immediately stretched out a hand and put it on Su Qiao's forehead: "Are you feeling unwell? Do you have a fever?"

The plastic pipe suddenly fell. Su Qiao stood up and stepped across the vertical floor: "It's so easy to get a fever. Let's go downstairs." As he approached the door, Su Qiao paused again and suddenly asked: " Shen Man, do you have anything to say to me?"
Chapter completed!