It was raining lightly outside.

Lu Wenzhou extinguished the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, covered his face with his hands, bowed his waist, and said in a low voice: "Wang Hui, do I deserve it?" ”

Wang Hui was uncomfortable when he heard it, and hurriedly comforted: "Don't say that, you ...... at the beginning."

"If I really didn't like him at the beginning, maybe I shouldn't have succumbed to the old man and married her against my will."

Wang Hui sighed: "Isn't that the old man threatening you with his dying life?" ”

Lu Wenzhou scowled his face: "I was wrong from the beginning, in those two years, I did a lot of wrong things to her, wrong on wrong, so that there was too much between us, is there no way for me to get her back?" ”

Wang Hui: "That's not what I said, people's hearts are long, after all, Miss Zhou liked you before, if you realize your mistake and actively make up for it, I think ......"

"Is there really any hope?" He seems to have put his only hope on Wang Hui, as long as Wang Hui says that there is still hope, he will have the motivation to go on again.

Wang Hui didn't dare to speak for a while, in case it really didn't work out in the end, the second master would definitely blame him.

"If I say it's hopeless, what are you going to do, Second Master? Are you just giving up on her? ”

Lu Wenzhou's eyes froze, and Wang Hui was a little scared.

He knew what the second master was thinking, he was blaming him, he couldn't even say a nice word to make him happy, he was too useless as a bodyguard.

"You're ready to go out." Lu Wenzhou's voice returned to its usual cold and indifferent.

Wang Hui knew that his second master's intermittent dazedness had recovered, and he didn't need to explain anything, so he hurriedly left the room.

Lu Wenzhou smoked a whole pack of cigarettes that night, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, wrote on the window with his fingers, and asked one by one, Zhou Tao, what should I do, what should I do?

It was still the height of summer, and after a long summer, Wen Qiao went to the Shen family again.

Uncle Chen asked her to wait downstairs, and Wen Qiao's brows jumped slightly: "What's wrong?" Hasn't Shen Yan gotten up yet? ”

Uncle Chen smiled: "The little master is in Mr.'s study, so he probably has something to talk about." ”

There was a sudden angry cry from upstairs, it was Shen Guozhong's voice, Wen Qiao remembered the scene where Shen Guozhong kicked Shen Yan angrily before, and frowned, is it domestic violence again?

It is strange that children who grow up in this atmosphere have normal mental performance.

"Do you gentlemen often scold Shen Yan?"

Wen Qiao asked bluntly, but Uncle Chen was startled, and hurriedly said, "It's nothing." ”

Wen Qiao pointed to his ear: "You think I am deaf?" Your husband's voice is so loud. ”

Uncle Chen ignored her and didn't seem to bother to explain to her.

Wen Qiao pressed his temple, Shen Yan is nine years old, growing up in this kind of family, he can have a normal personality, it's strange!

"Is Shen Yan in trouble again?"

Uncle Chen: "No. ”

Wen Qiao frowned.

Uncle Chen said: "Miss Wen, you are just a tutor, don't overstep, you should be in charge, and don't ask more about what you shouldn't." ”

Wen Qiao knew that this housekeeper was to maintain the reputation of his husband.

After a while, the door of the study opened, and Uncle Chen said, "Miss Wen can go up." ”

Wen Qiao went up to the second floor and met Shen Guozhong, the residual anger on Shen Guozhong's face had not had time to disappear, and when he saw Wen Qiao, he also turned a blind eye, and when she was transparent, he went directly to the third floor.