Chapter 3 The Man Who Doesn't Go Home
She has changed, five years ago she was like a child, naïve and lively, but now she has matured, perhaps because she is married and more like a woman. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
Lu Zifan was afraid to look at her eyes, her big bright eyes were as charming as before, but she was a little more sad. The face that could make him fascinated without makeup was completely lost at this time, but it was more memorable, perhaps time had changed, everything had changed, and all that remained in his heart was the past.
It was ten o'clock in the evening when she returned home on a summer night, and she only received two calls from Wang Ying from beginning to end, she was lying on the big bed a little lonely, probably she was used to being alone, so it didn't matter to call someone, presumably at this time he would say that he was entertaining a client.
Yang Ming's company is in the automotive industry, Xia Ye doesn't know much and doesn't want to understand, after getting married, she set up her own jewelry design company, which has developed to a large scale in five years, and Yang Ming's company is getting bigger and bigger, developing from domestic to foreign, it can be said that they are very busy, both of them are only busy with their own lives, and communication is getting less and less, so that the family is becoming more and more deserted.
Summer Night's jewelry design company is named after the "Summer Night Star", and the triennial design competition is about to begin.
"Our competitors this time are mainly Lu's, not only to win the preliminary round, but also to win the final." After the final summary of the summer night, the more than two-hour meeting finally came to an end.
Lu Zifan sat in the office, constantly looking at the products designed by the Summer Night Star in the past, I don't know if it was too distracted or absent-minded at all, and I didn't even know that someone came in.
"Zifan, what are you doing?"
"Mom, why are you here?" Lu Zifan put down the documents in his hand and stepped forward with a smile, the person who gave him a second life was extremely important in his heart.
"Mom is worried about you, come to the company to take a look, your body has just recovered, don't be too tired." Lu's mother is about fifty years old, and her face is full of kind smiles.
"I've been in bed for two years, and you've been raised at home for three years, how can I just recover? What's more, the design competition is about to start, and my son can't embarrass you as soon as he comes up, right? Lu Zifan helped Lu's mother to sit down in front of the sofa, and spoke very gently, judging from the cold face before.
"Then you're busy, Mom won't bother you." Lu's mother got up to leave, and inadvertently saw a magazine before passing by the desk, the woman on the cover of the magazine made her eyes cold, and said angrily: "Zifan, why did you put this woman's photo on the table, have you forgotten who hurt you back then, and who abandoned you?" ”
Lu Zifan looked towards the table, the bright smile of the summer night in the photo made him feel more and more uncomfortable, he didn't put it there on purpose, he just wanted to see the works she had designed in the past.
Lu Zifan walked to the table and tore up the photos in the magazine in front of Lu Mu, but the bright smiling face lingered in his heart.
"This is my son." Lu Mu smiled with satisfaction before turning around and leaving.
Lu Zifan slowly put away the smile on the corner of his mouth, looked at the face torn to shreds on the ground, and felt a pain in his heart.
Summer night after work went home to see the children, and then went back to his own home, because of work, Yang Ming was worried that she would be too tired to run so far back and forth, and gave her a house to buy near the company, so she and Yang's father and Yang mother lived separately, and Yang Ming's company was not close to here, so Yang Ming sometimes came back, sometimes lived in the company.
"Are you coming back today?" Xia Ye picked up the phone and dialed Yang Ming, he hadn't been home for three days.
"Wife, you miss me, don't you? Then I'll put down my work today and go back early. Yang Ming kissed him on the phone and hung up.
Xia Ye cooked early and waited for Yang Ming to come back to eat, but there was no one left and right, so he had to dial again: "Hey, the meal is ready, when will you come back?" ”
"I'm sorry, wife, there's something else, you eat first."
When the summer night passed for the third time, it was almost nine o'clock, but Yang Ming told her that she was going to accompany the client today and would not go home for dinner.
Summer Night saw that the table full of dishes had lost their appetite, picked up the bag and went out.
Lu Zifan stood in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling window, his handsome facial features were impeccable, but it was so cold that it was chilling, the goblet in his hand shook gently, and the red wine in the cup smelled bloody with his stunning coldness.
Suddenly, Lu Zifan's mobile phone rang, and he hung up in a hurry without knowing what he said, and Lu Zifan followed him out of the door.