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Lu Mingyuan said: "This has nothing to do with you."

The temperature dropped sharply today, so he wore a scarf, wrapped casually around his neck like a tangle of cloth.

Su Qiao walked to Lu Mingyuan, straightened the hanging end of the scarf, and said with a half-smile: "Yeah, it has nothing to do with me, I'm just curious. Why, can't you ask?"

Perhaps due to exertion, her finger joints were slightly whitened, and she pinched the dark gray cashmere scarf as if questioning a close person - but she and Lu Mingyuan had only known each other for four days.

The newly-manicured yard is filled with the smell of grass slurry, a bit like the earthy smell brought by the early sunshine after the rain. Su Qiao's soles are covered with grass clippings, and her sleeves are not very clean, but her hands are white and tender, obviously

A person whose fingers are not touched by Yang Chun Shui.

A moment later, Lu Mingyuan put his hand on the back of her hand.

However, he only wanted to take his scarf out of her hands.

He said: "Whatever you want to ask, feel free to ask, and I am free to answer or not."

Su Qiao didn't answer, she pursed her lips.

Seemingly realizing that his indifference was a sharp sword, Lu Mingyuan explained: "Today's dinner is only for one person, are you happy?"

Su Qiao said against her will: "I'm very happy."

Lu Mingyuan said goodbye to her: "You can continue to be happy, I'll leave first."

He didn't even bring a backpack, and walked out of the courtyard empty-handed. His tall figure quickly disappeared at the corner of the street. The border collie next door was playing with a ball in the yard. When he saw Lu Mingyuan walking away, he held the ball in his mouth and played for a while.

It wagged its tail silently at him.

The sun slowly sets in the west, and the day is coming to an end.

Lu Mingyuan's father asked him to meet him in a bustling commercial street. There was a medium-sized Chinese restaurant on the street. At six or seven in the evening, when there were the most people, the store was crowded with customers, and Lu Mingyuan was sitting by the window.

He and his father have not seen each other for almost a year. Every time they met in the past years, they chose this restaurant.

The waiter came over and asked: "Hello, sir, are you alone?"

Lu Mingyuan untied his scarf and looked up at the waiter: "I'm waiting for someone. Please give me the menu."

The young waitress's eyes lit up, and then she blushed. She brought two menus to Lu Mingyuan, one main course and one dessert.

Lu Mingyuan prefers sweets. Unfortunately, almost no one knows about this habit. He spends his time on painting and sculpture. Occasionally, when he has some free time, he would rather drink and find inspiration than expand his social circle.

When he was finishing the last piece of coconut cake, he finally realized that his father would not show up. This was not the first time that his father had broken his promise.

So he still had to eat this dinner alone.

Fortunately, he was used to it. But he still looked bad.

The waiter who had been watching for a long time asked: "Sir, are these dishes not to your liking? We can ask the chef to improve them. Please give us your suggestions. If you have anything you want to write, you can write it down on paper."

She held a notepad in one hand and a pen in the other, memorizing her phone number in her mind and praying for smooth development in the future.

However, Lu Mingyuan held the rice bowl and replied seriously: "The eggplant is too salty, the chicken wings are over-fried, and the rice is a bit hard. Have you changed the chef? It's not as delicious as last year."

The waiter put her hands behind her back, feeling a little embarrassed, and her charming thoughts disappeared. She still looked at him and kept a polite smile: "Okay, I'll write it down and tell the chef later."

After saying that, she ran to the kitchen and returned to her business.

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the window.

Su Qiao was holding a leather bag, standing by the window, and gestured towards Lu Mingyuan. Before he could think about what it meant, Su Qiao walked into the hotel and sat down opposite him very consciously.

"Your friend let you go?" Su Qiao asked.

She held her chin with one hand and spoke in a brisk tone. It seemed that Lu Mingyuan's being let go was something worthy of praise.

It was already dark at this time. Big cities have similar red lights and green wines. There are pedestrians passing by the windows and a constant flow of vehicles. The lights are intertwined and shine on Su Qiao's face, making her profile half-light and half-dark.

She casually mentioned: "I'm not following you. There is a commercial street near your home. I came here to buy things. I was walking around and saw you sitting by the window."

The waiter poured a cup of tea for Su Qiao, the new guest. She simply picked up the tea cup and asked with a smile: "Why are you alone? You look so pitiful."

Lu Mingyuan just told the waiter to settle the bill. So on the edge of the table, there was a small white porcelain plate with a bill and two complimentary fruit candies on it.

He opened a piece of lemon candy and said, "Didn't you explain it to me? I was let go."

Su Qiao heard his impatience and finally avoided the topic: "Okay, let's go home. The things I bought are heavy."

She didn't lie. Because she had two bottles of red wine in her bag. On the way back, the glass bottles collided with each other and occasionally made a "ding" sound.

Up the street is an ancient stone bridge. The continuous lights of the city blend into the tributaries of the Thames River. The air is filled with the unique fog of the river, and the water waves are illuminated by the light.

Su Qiao looked at the scenery of a foreign land and felt homesick in her heart. She opened the cork of the red wine, held up the bottle, and took a sip without any burden - tonight's full moon was above her head, and Lu Mingyuan was by her side.

Good wine, bright moon, and beauties were all available. Su Qiao comforted herself and said that the situation was not bad.

But Lu Mingyuan said in a disgraceful manner: "The alcohol content of this bottle of wine is 15%. If you act drunkenly on the street, I won't care about you."

When Su Qiao heard this, she choked.

She held on to the trees on the street, coughed twice, and joked: "If you don't care about me, who will cook and clean for you?"

The terrain of the long street is higher, overlooking the nearby river. Su Qiao hugged the wine bottle and leaned against the tree trunk. Her cheeks were reddish and her eyes were radiant. If she had been in the Middle Ages, she would have been regarded as a river fairy.

The evening wind ruffled her long hair, and Lu Mingyuan stopped to wait for her.

He said: "You can stay for another week and then go back to China. I don't want my father's real estate for the time being, and the contract is void."

Lu Mingyuan's words were relaxed and concise.

Su Qiao's mood became even heavier.

She hugged the wine bottle tightly, leaned against the thick trunk of the pine and cypress tree, slid down inch by inch, and finally squatted on the ground. There was a squirrel on the branch with its tail stretched out, curiously observing her actions.

The plush squirrel squeaked, and Lu Mingyuan also asked: "Are you really drunk?"

Su Qiao remained silent and refused to speak.

Lu Mingyuan said: "Xiao Qiao."

His voice is so nice, Su Qiao thought to herself. But she put her knees together, like a homeless drunkard. If there was another dog next to her, she could lead the dog to the supermarket door to beg for money, like so many here.

Like a homeless person.

"Could the person who asked you to meet today be your father?" Su Qiao suddenly said, "You didn't mention it earlier or later, but you told me today that the contract is void...is it because your father didn't show up?

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She took the initiative to ask him: "Lu Mingyuan, do you doubt me?"

The grass was fluffy and soft, with a few unknown little flowers blooming. Lu Mingyuan stepped on the grass and approached Su Qiao's side. He had no intention of pulling her up. He was still an indifferent bystander.

"Tell me," Lu Mingyuan said, "why should I doubt you, which is more reasonable?"

At this moment, the distance between Lu Mingyuan and Shen Man was actually less than one meter.

He faced the waiter at the front desk, swiped his card to pay for the room, got a bunch of keys, and walked to the elevator consciously. Not far away, He Anbai held a few bottles of newly purchased wine and the universal plug the waiter gave him, and called out

: "Hey, please wait a moment, I'm going up too."

He Anbai quickly ran to the elevator, and Shen Man followed behind. She lowered her head, edited a text message, and sent it to Su Qiao immediately, and covered the contact note with her hand.

Shen Man had seen Lu Mingyuan's photos, but He Anbai had never seen them. The space in the elevator was narrow, and the three of them were separated on three sides. It was He Anbo who struck up a conversation first: "Are you Chinese? Are you coming to Italy to travel?"

Lu Mingyuan replied: "Yes, what about you?"

He was carrying a backpack with all his belongings in it. Judging from his clothing, he looked like a college student traveling alone, which made He Anbai lower his guard and responded: "I'm here to travel, just like you."

The elevator stopped on the third floor and they went out one after another. Perhaps because the booking times were similar, their room numbers were also connected together - this made Shen Man's heart skip a beat, because Su Qiao lived next door to Lu Mingyuan.

In order to hide her identity from others, Su Qiao gave up on luxury hotels. It was too easy to meet acquaintances in that kind of place.

She was always looking for a chance to meet Lu Mingyuan's father. Due to time constraints, she had to chase him to Rome and chose an ordinary hotel in a nearby neighborhood - never expected that Lu Mingyuan made the exact same choice.

There is only a wall separating the two.

Su Qiao was instinctively suspicious of this coincidence. She sat on the bed wrapped in a bath towel and pondered for a while. In the end, she couldn't think of a clue, so she could only lie back and fell on the soft mattress.

Just a moment later, someone knocked on the door.

Su Qiao didn't respond.

The man outside the door said to her in English: "Excuse me, I live next door, and my bathroom is leaking, and it may have flowed into your room."

If the carpet is damaged, the original price needs to be compensated. For this reason, Lu Mingyuan reminded the stranger next door. His room number is 23, and He Anbai lives in 25. From this, it can be inferred that room 24 is not vacant, and there is probably a person living in it.

Compatriots from the motherland.

The reality was far stranger than his conjecture.

After the door opened, what came into view was Su Qiao's face.

Her hair was not completely dry yet, and water droplets hung on the ends of her hair, occasionally falling down and dripping into the snow-white bath towel.

It was the first time Lu Mingyuan saw her like this. His eyes first fell on her neck, and then on her plump breasts. When he approached the slender waist, his reason suddenly returned and regained his strength, allowing him to ask no.

The salty words: "What a coincidence. Are you coming to Rome for a trip?"
Chapter completed!