V4.Chapter 34

See these three words, Lu Yimin's eyebrows subconsciously twisted together, cold eyes swept the weeping Wen Shurou one eye, the next moment, full of pulp very decisively slide to the hang up key.

"I'll ask JIAYE to reschedule your return to Canada. I have to go back before next week." After putting the mobile phone back into the pocket of her clothes, Lu Yimin ignores her confession just now, and still carries out his usual indifference and despotism, without any temperature.

After he finished, he walked to the door with his long legs, but before he could get to the door, his gentle breath suddenly became tight, his hands covering his chest, and he suddenly sat on the ground.

Lu Yimin heard the news and turned to look at it. With a look of awe inspiring, he quickly turned back and squatted beside her: "wenshurou, what's the matter with you?"

Wen Shurou, who was short of breath, heard him call his name, and then laughed softly: "after nine years, I am very happy to hear you call my name again."

"You haven't recovered from your heart disease yet?" Lu Yimin looked at his brows and asked in a cold voice.

"The medicine... It's in the cupboard. Help me with it." Wen Shurou covers his chest. His face is so white that he has no blood color. He raises his hand to the cupboard.

Listen to words, Lu Yimin hurried to the cabinet, there are three white bottles of medicine in it, Lu Yimin also can't distinguish clearly, then all take out put in front of Wen Shurou: "which is it?"

Wenshurou quickly picked up the middle bottle and poured two white pills into her mouth. Lu Yimin also picked up the mineral water bottle on the tea table and handed it to her.

After finishing the medicine, more than ten seconds later, the palpitation on wenshurou's chest gradually eased down, but the hand covering her chest didn't come down. With a smile on her face, the voice was still weak: "thank you, brother Yimin..."

"Since the disease has not improved, why return home? Are you dying? " Lu Yimin threw the remaining two white medicines on the sofa, stood up in anger and yelled at her coldly.

Listening to his scolding voice, Wen Shurou got up from the ground with difficulty, sobbed in a low voice, and said in a small voice, "I just want to come back to see you, my father and my mother. I want you to accompany me, even if I die, I won't be afraid."

"Go back tomorrow."

"I don't want it." Wen Shurou cried and grabbed his arm, his head leaning on him: "let me accompany you, OK? During my nine years abroad, I miss you all the time. I really can't go on. Except for my mother in prison, I'm left with you. Don't leave me behind, brother Yi

"Wenshurou, there are some things I have to make clear to you." Lu Yimin glared at her and pulled his arm out of her hand: "I used to say that I care about you because your father saved my life. What we owe from the Lu family to the Wen family will be paid back naturally. At the beginning, my grandfather wanted to send you away. I was against it. It was because your father had just left for a month, and we sent you to a country I didn't know very well, I can take care of your food and clothing for the rest of your life, including your illness. Our Lu family has also found the best medical team to treat you, but it doesn't mean that I have feelings between men and women for you. You don't need to place your feelings on me. Besides, I'm married. "

Every word he said was like a sharp knife, which penetrated into her heart again and again.

Her obsession with him has been deeply rooted since the year when his father died, he pulled her up from the ground and solemnly said, "I'm sorry, we Lu family take care of you." that year, he was only 16 years old. When his father died and his mother was sentenced to life imprisonment for murder, her world collapsed instantly.

In her dark days, it was Lu Yimin who gave her hope to live. Although she only lived together for more than one month, she felt that Lu Yimin was the only sustenance in her life.

When Mr. Lu insisted on sending her away, Lu Yimin's opposition deeply moved her.

During her nine years in Canada, she told herself countless times that one day, Lu Yimin would come to pick her up, and then accompany her to give her the warmth she wanted.

The reason why she returned home at this time was that when she logged in to China news reports and deliberately searched for Lu Yimin, all the news about him was about his marriage and his wife Qiao Yuwei. At that time, Wen Shurou felt that her dream of nine years had been completely shattered.

When a person who has already experienced pain and despair is hit, the old scars at the bottom of her heart will crack again, which makes her feel even more painful. The striking news makes her heart disease relapse again, which has gradually improved steadily. After walking through the gate of death, she lies in the hospital bed for more than a month before waking up, She was monitored by the medical team and recovered for half a month before she took the opportunity to sneak back, eager to see him.

But at this time, his words, like the magic sound, always surrounded her, so that her last hope was completely shattered.

"Don't you even want me?" Wen Shurou shed tears, eyes empty, full of despair, chuckled: "you don't want me, oh, oh, I've been abroad for nine years, what in the end is for? In this case, what's the point of my life! It's better to die. " With that, she turned angrily and ran straight into the wall.

Fortunately, Lu Yimin's quick eyes and quick hands pulled her back, and said angrily, "wenshurou, what are you doing?"

"You don't want me anymore. I've been waiting for you for nine years. You don't want me anymore. I'm a sick boy, but now it's meaningless. Let me die." Wenshurou struggled and cried in his arms.

Lu Yimin is not a person who cherishes fragrance and jade. The reason why he was special to wenshurou was that he felt guilty.

"What's the point of this? Stop it

His cold voice low roar let Wen Shurou body suddenly tremble, beautiful eyes with tears, staring at him, his eyes of indifference and ruthlessness, she all see in the eyes, but in the heart is very painful.

He was telling her that even if she cried, quarreled and hanged, it would not change anything, because he was married, and most importantly, he had no feelings for her, only felt guilty for her father's death.

Wen Shurou's little hands clenched her fists, and she suddenly recalled the picture of him standing with his so-called new wife in the news. The girl was very beautiful, and her baby face was beautiful and lovely. If you don't know her age, you would think she was less than 20 years old.

In recent days, she searched the Internet for information about Qiao Yuwei. The difference in identity made her feel inferior, but she was not reconciled. Thinking of her own and Lu Yimin's attitude towards herself, she felt that God was unfair.

"Brother Yi Ming..." Wen Shurou called weakly, and his face was moving and pitiful: "OK, I'll stop making trouble. I'll be good, as long as you don't send me away, OK? I want to stay in T city. This is where I was born and grew up. All my childhood memories are here. I really don't want to leave. "

Lu Yimin twisted his brows and looked at her. Xu felt guilty and finally relaxed: "OK, where you live and the medical team, I'll let JIAYE arrange for you."

On hearing this, Wen Shurou wept with joy and nodded with a smile: "OK, I'll listen to you all."

"Like me, want to be with me this kind of words, I don't want to hear the second time."

Wen Shurou looked stunned. He bowed his head and said in a soft voice, "I know. I won't talk about it any more."

Lu Yimin took a deep look at her. He didn't say anything. He rearranged his clothes and went straight to the door. Wen Shurou saw this and called out: "brother Yimin..."

Lu Yi Min's step at the foot of a meal, but did not look back, she heard: "I can see you later?"

"I'll come to see you when I'm free." Lu Yimin lightly dropped this sentence and walked out of the door of the room.

Wen Shurou looked at the direction of the door, mouth slightly raised, at least he was waiting to see her.

The white little hand clenched the clothes, and there was a strange firmness on her weak face. She should be satisfied, even if he had no emotion for her, as long as the guilt was enough.

This time, she didn't want to feel inferior. She wanted to fight for it, for herself, for her father who left and for the nine years she had endured.

***

After coming out of the hotel, Lu Yimin went to his parking space and sat down. Instead of driving away in a hurry, he took out a pack of cigarettes and a tall lighter from a pull type storage compartment in front of him. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He lit the cigarette butt and sucked it into his lungs.

After a cigarette end was burnt out, Lu Yimin's cold look on his face relieved a lot. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at the number he had just refused to answer. He sipped it gently. After thinking for a while, he put the mobile phone aside, started the car and drove to the villa.

After driving for about 20 minutes, the car arrived at the villa. Lu Yimin stopped the car in the garage. When he came out, he noticed that the French window in the living room was closed by the curtain, and there was a faint light inside. He rubbed his fingers with the car key and mobile phone, and his cold eyes were slightly astringed. He stepped up to the door with his long legs, entered the familiar password and pulled the door in.

He was lying on the dining table waiting for him to come back. When he heard the noise coming from the door, he immediately got up and walked over. When he saw him, his face, which had been wrinkled into bitter gourd, turned from cloudy to sunny, and he grinned with a big smile: "you're back! Why didn't you answer my phone just now? "

Lu Yimin changed her shoes at the door. She accidentally found that she was barefoot and frowned: "where are your shoes?"

"Ah! Hey, in the dining room, just heard the sound of opening the door, I was so excited that I forgot to wear it. " Qiao Yuwei looked down at his feet and wiped his nose with a smile.

"Go and put it on."

"Good." Qiao Yuwei trotted all the way back to the restaurant, put on the rabbit's furry slippers, then turned back to him, and said with a smile, "I'm ready."

"What are you doing on the phone?" Lu Yimin takes off his coat and walks past her, asking coldly.

"Er... In fact, it's no big deal. I just want to know when you'll be back. Are you going out for dinner or will you come to dinner?" Qiao Yuwei a little doubt, hands back in the back, smilingly asked: "when I call you, are you busy?"

"Something happened."

"Oh, oh."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"No

"When I came back, there happened to be a nanny cleaning the house. She said that it was you who invited me. She also made a table of dishes, which were still hot. Let's eat together!" Qiao Yuwei followed him, and his little mouth kept chirping.

Lu Yimin's eyes glanced at the restaurant. Sure enough, there were two sets of chopsticks and several dishes on the table. Then she looked back and swept her eyes. She was full of joy and expectation. Her steps stopped immediately and her lips were silent.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qiao Yuwei had always been used to strong, so he directly reached out and took his arm to the restaurant. When he got to the front and back of the table, he directly pressed him to sit on the chair: "if you don't eat, it's going to be cold. It's been more than ten minutes. However, I think Aunt Zhang's craftsmanship is pretty good, super delicious."

Looking at her greedy appearance, Lu Yimin looked slightly Lin, and picked up the chopsticks to eat.

In the middle of the meal, Qiao Yuwei inadvertently raised his eyes, suddenly noticed that his white shirt was stained with red, so he suspiciously put down the dishes and chopsticks, got up, walked around the edge of the table, came to him, and bent slowly close to him.

Lu Yimin was stunned by her sudden approach. She leaned back subconsciously and looked at her with puzzled eyes: "what are you doing?"

"You don't move." Qiao Yuwei broke his body and pouted his little mouth. He raised his white shirt with the other hand and squinted: "this is... Lipstick?"

Hearing the speech, Lu Yimin also lowered her eyes to look at it. When the pink red was reflected in her black pupil, her eyebrows turned into a "Sichuan" word. She also recalled that when she saw wenshurou, she suddenly rushed into her arms. The lipstick should have been rubbed on at that time.

Qiao Yuwei's eyes looked at him suspiciously. He loosened his clothes and put his hands on his waist: "you are not close to women on weekdays. Even the Secretary in the Secretary's office is a man. His clothes are stained with women's lipstick. Shouldn't you explain it?"

"There's nothing to explain." Lu Yimin moved his lips. His smart head was buzzing. It took him a long time to answer such a sentence.

As soon as he heard it, Qiao Yuwei's small face immediately drooped down, and his eyes flowed with obvious disappointment. He glared at him discontentedly, but he was indifferent, and obviously didn't want to say anything more. That deep sense of frustration surged into his heart again, pouted his little mouth and asked wrongly: "Lu Yimin, you won't have a little lover outside and put a green hat on me!"

Lu Yimin looks at her in surprise. For her brain hole, he is really curious. What's in it.

"No The black eyes with cold frown reflected her pitiful, wronged and somewhat lost face. Lu Yimin's cool lips wriggled again, but he was usually knowledgeable. At this time, he was suddenly poor in words and could only squeeze out these two words.

"Then tell me, what is it? Why do you have girl lipstick? Look at this color code. It's supposed to cut men's color. Young girls usually like it. Don't you think your word "no" is too weak? " Qiao Yuwei shows his ability of loving lipstick. He can see the color number of lipstick at a glance. He also wants to know why Lu Yimin, who has always been cold and unfriendly, has women's lipstick on his body. His jealousy in his heart is permanent, and he has become reluctant to give up. It is necessary for him to give an explanation.

"Beheading men?" Lu Yimin raised his voice and was very surprised at the color number.

"Don't change the subject with me, explain." Qiao Yuwei narrowed his eyes and saw through his appearance.

“……”

Lu Yimin put down his chopsticks and sipped his cold lips. After a long time, he said, "I got it accidentally."

"Whose?"

After she asked, Lu Yimin was silent again. Yu Guangli scanned Qiao Yuwei's wronged face. Before he had time to speak, he heard Qiao Yuwei say carelessly: "OK, you don't speak. Since it was accidentally touched, I'll go and touch it for others tomorrow. So the last play with a kiss was also accepted, anyway..."

"You dare." Without waiting for Qiao to finish, Lu Yimin suddenly stood up and interrupted her with a cold voice.

The Qiao language tiny frightens one to stir to work properly, Leng under, but rightfully stare back: "you see I dare not?"? I Qiao Yuwei grow so big, there is nothing I dare to do. Except killing and setting fire, it is clear that you are responsible for it. Your clothes are stained with lipstick of other women. If you don't explain it, you will be indifferent to me, cruel to me, and threaten me. Lu Yimin, you feel your good heart and say, what do I Qiao Yuwei do to you? Now that you've cheated and given me such a big green hat, why can't I give you a green hat? I want to... "

"Shut up." Lu Yimin's blue veins burst up between her forehead and interrupted her again. But when she looked at the crystal clear in her eyes, she scratched the handsome outline and repeated in a cold voice: "I don't have it."

"I don't want to hear these three words." Qiao language slight anger stares at him, the vinegar jar in the heart is also thoroughly knocked over: "I just want to know, whose is this lipstick?"

Besides her, she was really curious about who else could get close to him.

"Wen Shurou." Xu can't resist her agitation, but Lu Yimin answers truthfully.

Qiao Yuwei was stunned, tears in his eyes instantly took back, puzzled and tilted his head: "who is Wen Shurou? Your predecessor? "

"No." Hearing the word "ex", Lu Yimin looked at her in disgust. Without thinking about it, he denied it. His eyes moved slightly and said in a cold voice, "this has nothing to do with you. Lipstick is an accident. There won't be another time."

Listening to his cool tone, Qiao Yuwei's small face was unusually calm, and he didn't answer. Instead, he slowly drew back his sight, turned back to his seat, sat down, picked up the chopsticks, hung his head and continued to eat.

Looking at her unusual calmness, Lu Yimin felt a little uncomfortable. Looking back on what he had just said, he felt that there was no problem. Wenshurou had nothing to do with her, and he didn't want to involve her in this matter.

But looking at Qiao Yuwei, he was obviously unhappy and angry. Lu Yimin pursed his lips, browed slightly, and sat back in his chair. For a moment, he didn't know what to say, so he just kept silent.

Seeing that Lu Yimin is silent again, Qiao Yuwei has a sense of resentment in his heart. He thinks that the relationship between Wen Shurou and him is extraordinary, but he doesn't dare to ask further. He is afraid to hear what he doesn't want to hear from his thin and cool tone, so he doesn't speak at all.

After a while, the restaurant became quiet. Lu Yimin took a bite of food, raised his eyes slightly and glanced at her. He felt uncomfortable again, and then cleared his throat and said: "cough, Qiao Yuwei..."

"Well?" Qiao Yuwei didn't look up, but still lowered his head to eat. His voice was also light and light, without the anger and activity of the past.

Lu Yimin is a cold-blooded person who doesn't like to communicate with others. Especially for girls, he has no experience at all, and he can't say anything sweet. He can't even give a simple explanation.

After getting used to Qiao Yuwei's cheerfulness and toughness, Lu Yimin didn't know what to do when facing such a quiet and unusual woman. For the first time in 31 years, she felt at a loss.

"You went to see Uncle Chen today. What did Uncle Chen say?" After Qiao's words were finished, it took a full minute or two for Lu Yimin to hold on for a long time.

Qiao Yuwei smell speech, lift Mou to see to him, Mou son clear incomparable, softly reply: "Uncle Chen says good, Aunt Chen can leave hospital in two days, wait for Aunt Chen to leave hospital, he will come back."

After that, Qiao Yuwei took back his sight and continued to eat.

The conversation between the two ended again. Lu Yimin pursed her lips, looked at her deeply, and was silent again.

After another five or six minutes, Qiao Yuwei was also full. He put down his chopsticks and raised his eyes and said to him, "I've eaten well. I'll go upstairs and take a bath first. Just put the bowl on the table after you eat well. I'll take it!"

Lu Yimin raised her eyes and looked at her getting up. There was no smile on her pretty face. Even her bright eyes, which always had a smile, seemed very calm.

"Qiao Yuwei."

"Well?" Qiao language tiny stop a pace, turn a head to see past, light way.

"Are you angry with me?"

On his cold eyes, Qiao Yuwei was stunned. He turned around and walked over. The cool pretty face suddenly became ferocious. He raised his hand and patted it on the table. "Pa" rang through the whole villa. Qiao Yuwei sneered: "ha ha ha, it's really not easy. You can see that I'm angry. In that case, you put away the bowl yourself, hum."

“……”

Lu Yimin was dumb. With her, she was just so quiet, just before the storm?

Now that's the familiar Qiao Yuwei he knew. That's right.