Lunch is in a French restaurant, open-air sky balcony, umbrellas, small flower beds, private space is very good, Zhaoxian people come here to dine is not low-taste.

Han Yu ordered, as if he had no appetite, he didn't move, leaned on the back of the chair, folded his legs, and flipped through the magazine.

After a long time, he finally spoke, and his voice was somewhat unavoidable: "Is it serious?" ”

Ren Yang cut the steak and replied: "I'm afraid it's not light, I didn't take a photo, and I don't know if it's serious or not." ”

The magazine moved away, revealing a handsome face, his gaze calm, but because there was no smile, it was still sharp: "How did that person handle this?" ”

"A slap in the face, dismissal."

Han Yu stopped talking and didn't ask too much, such as: "Did she cry?" ”

didn't ask, just because he knew that Gu Sheng wouldn't cry, her tears were all for others, never for herself.

After many years of being a couple, she never shed a tear, rarely smiled, and was immersed in her own world.

When he woke up in the middle of the night, he sat up from the bed and would see her walking up and down the bedroom, muttering anxiously, as if she was walking on the edge of a cliff, panicked and helpless; Sometimes I follow her and watch her look for food in the refrigerator, not knowing that she is hungry, and she stuffs snacks into her mouth sluggishly.

He reached out to grab it, and she smiled softly, her voice was very faint, like a cloud: "I'm hungry." Da"

So, the hand loosened, and sat by and watched her eat.

Indulging her "preferences", she ate too many snacks, and began to vomit in the bathroom, the water swept away the undigested food, she watched quietly, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, with mockery.

"Can all the filth in this world be washed away by water?"

said so much about the vicissitudes of the world, he thought that she was awake at that moment, maybe even she couldn't tell the difference, which were hallucinations and which were reality?

Who loved her and who didn't, for her, long ceased to matter, she closed herself in a dense castle and refused to hurt.

The shiny knives and forks are placed on plain napkins, and the corners of the napkins are embroidered with white orchids blooming wantonly, which is gentle and pleasant.

Putting down the magazine, Han Yu picked up a warm towel and wiped his hands, and then began to eat.

When Ouyang Xun was eating, he raised his eyes and glanced at Han Yu, "Today is a good opportunity, why don't you let people take your wife away?" ”

Han Yu didn't seem to hear her words, the action of cutting the steak was still calm and elegant, only the appearance was good-looking, but the anxiety was full of torment.

Before Ah Sheng, he had a few women, not that he was a master of love, but he clearly understood a fact: to pay attention to women, it is appropriate to advance and retreat, and sometimes a different method may get twice the result with half the effort.

For Gu Sheng, she can only take coercion, the only thing that can make her compromise is reality, taking her away is nothing, what he wants is for her to return to him willingly when she is sober.

Asked myself, what if she didn't come back?

If she doesn't come back, he will bring her back himself, and in the end, she will still be his.

For five years, she sat in the sun and fell asleep, and he stood behind her and watched her, eager to rush into her body and break the neck of the person who lived in her heart.

Love has made him almost brutal.

Many years ago, he lost to Lu Zichu, and he lost to a prank thrown by fate. Ah Sheng's choice of Lu Zichu once made him resentful and sleepless, but now it has become a turning point in fate.

Love is heavy, memories are heavy, and once pain is stationed, even the lightest soul cannot spread its wings and fly.

If she falls from a high altitude, there is no need to be afraid, isn't there another him in heaven and earth? Then, he never allowed anyone else to touch half a point.

……

At around 1 o'clock in the afternoon, Han Shuhui arrived at Wangjiang Garden.

The doorbell rang, Lu Zichu was preparing lunch, and the moment he opened the door and saw his mother, he had already guessed why she came.

Standing in the living room, he could faintly smell the faint aroma of food, and those aromas were like catalysts, which was enough to make the anger in Han Shuhui's heart burn to ashes.

"Where's she?" Han Shuhui didn't even change her shoes, her cold eyes searched as far as her eyes could see, hoping to find the person quickly, but she resisted seeing the person.

Lu Zichu looked at her and wrote lightly: "Sleep upstairs." ”

Before the words dissipated, seeing Han Shuhui rushing upstairs, Lu Zichu grabbed her arm.

"Let it go." Han Shuhui was furious and struggled.

"What are you going to do when you let go? Hit her? Scolding her? Chase her away? Lu Zichu's tone was extremely slow, and he lacked sharpness, so that his speech and expression were too calm: "Until you regain your composure, I can't let you see her." ”

Han Shuhui's anger in her heart became more and more intense, if she saw Gu Sheng, she would indeed beat her, scold her, and drive her away, but Lu Zichu was too smart, he was so outspoken, he asked rhetorical questions one after another, and every word hit the nail on the head, killing Han Shuhui without the power to refute.

She is not a harsh mother, she does not have such a strong desire to control her son, and she knows very well that she has no way to interfere with her son's thoughts and practices, but now she is wrapped in anxiety and resentment, and she is so choked that she can't speak.

A glass of water was handed to her, but Han Shuhui didn't answer it, so Lu Zichu put the water cup on the table.

"Lu Zichu, you are hopeless." When he said this, he almost gritted his teeth.

Lu Zichu's eyes were indifferent, the more expressionless he was, the more cold his fair and clear face became.