He is a living example, and there are still people who believe in the so-called "childhood sweetheart".

"What happened to you and Junlan? Quarreled again? His cynicism gave Du Moyou a headache, obviously Zong Zheng had only opened up before, why did he start to be confused again?

"I said I didn't know her," Somasa's tone was unusually cold, "I don't want to repeat it again." ”

Du Moyou no longer mentioned about Zhang Junlan, knowing that he was annoyed, mentioning it again would only make him even more annoyed and angry.

Sure enough, peace is the most difficult thing to do, and it is not a person inside and out.

Du Moyou suspected that Zhang Junlan would rather change someone else's night shift than complain about the reason for returning to the dormitory these days. It must be related to Zongzheng, is it also intended to avoid himself?

Who knows, she's in a hurry now, so how can she take care of this.

The villa chosen by the old couple of the Du family is in the suburbs, and Du Moyou drove for two hours to arrive at this villa area, basically running from the east of the city to the west of the city.

However, it is sparsely populated here, and the environment is very good.

There is an artificial park in the villa area, which is full of lilac trees, and the lilacs have already withered at this time, but the lilac trees are lush. Under the careful care of the horticulturists, the lilac trees are pruned into round shapes, clustered in rows and clusters.

The avenue in front of the gate of the villa area is lined with French plane trees, and Du Moyou couldn't help but reduce his speed when he entered the door, and slowly enjoyed the scenery here along the way.

The plane trees here are more dense and dense than those of Paris, where they originally lived, and they are not as towering as the ancient trees of Nanjing. They look simple and solemn, graceful and colorful, but they are very in line with the petty bourgeois mood.

The front of the car turned around and left the main road, Du Moyou glanced through the rearview mirror, a little reluctant.

"I heard that the French plane trees on the Champs-Élysées are romantic and elegant, and they are a scenery that should not be missed, but I think those plane trees just now are more meaningful," Du Moyou praised and glanced at Zongzheng lightly, "It must be more beautiful here at night." Have you ever heard of 'Light Luo Little Fan Fluttering Firefly'? ”

Zong Zheng looked at her blankly, completely unable to understand what she was saying. I can only roughly understand that Du Moyou likes the tree called "French Sycamore" that he passed by just now.

Du Moyou didn't expect a rough man like Zong Zheng to understand emotion and elegance, if he understood a little more, he wouldn't still have such a stiff relationship with Zhang Junlan.

"Imagine a woman in the Republic of China, dressed in a gorgeous and slim cheongsam, holding a small fan, enjoying the shade under the plane tree shining in the moonlight, surrounded by flowing fireflies......"

The corners of her mouth were slightly curved, and her face was pleasant, as if she had conceived such a comfortable and beautiful picture in her mind.

Zong Zheng couldn't keep up with Du Moyou's brain circuits at all, but under her description, Zong Zheng did have a picture in his mind.

But there is a familiar face in the picture.

He didn't understand what a "light Luo small fan fluttering firefly" was, but looking at Du Moyou, he knew what gentleness and beauty were.

***

On Friday, Lu Yaocheng attended a drinking party and came back full of alcohol.

Wen Lu frowned, angry and annoyed, his eye disease was not cured, and he was still drinking medicine, so he was "presumptuous".

Lu Yaocheng has been wearing glasses significantly less recently, and her eyes are no longer uncomfortable, which is the result of her long-term hard work.

was made such a fuss by Lu Yaocheng, and her efforts returned to the pre-liberation period almost overnight.

He tossed and turned at night and couldn't sleep, drunk people were also confused, probably because his eyes were uncomfortable and he always rubbed his eyes habitually.

Wen Lu was afraid that he would induce infection sooner or later by rubbing like this, so she clamped his hand and didn't let him move. In the middle of the night, I fell asleep on him in a daze, and my hands were firmly fixed under my body.

Next.

Lu Yaocheng has never been used to getting up early, especially when he is drunk, but the soreness of his hands made him have to wake up, and when he woke up, he found that half of his body was numb.

I picked up my phone and looked at the time, I had a splitting headache, and I felt more comfortable after kneading my temples.

Flipping through the phone, there was no new email, and I threw the phone to the bed irritably, got up and went to wash.

Downstairs living room.

Xu Ke was sitting in a precarious position, and Wen Lu brought a cup of tea.

"What the hell happened last night?" Something big must have happened, otherwise how could Lu Yaocheng drink like that?

Xu Ke's eyes dodged, and he turned his head and didn't dare to meet Wen Lu's gaze.

"It's inconvenient to say it, forget it," This involves Lu Yaocheng's work, since Xu Ke is reluctant to say it, then she will definitely not be able to ask what the result is.

Wen Lu actually turned his head and saw the person who had washed up from the bedroom.

His hair was not dry, and the beads were loose and messy. The glasses are slumped against the straight bridge of the nose, lazy and comfortable. The casual, loose linen t-shirt made him fairer.

Obviously a man, but his skin is surprisingly good, and the white makes people jealous.

"It's not Saturday?" Lu Yaocheng didn't believe his eyes a little, Wen Lu was no different from what she usually dressed, and there was nothing special about the living room.

Even before washing, he deliberately observed the bedroom, but he didn't find anything special.

Xu Ke in the living room immediately stood up, "Mr. Lu, over there—"

Lu Yaocheng raised his hand to stop his words.

"I want to rest today, you can go," Lu Yaocheng turned around indifferently and glanced at Wen Lu deeply before leaving.

Xu Ke's forehead was sweating, but Lu Yaocheng was calm, and Xu Ke couldn't guess Lu Yaocheng's thoughts.

"Miss Wen, the company's stock almost collapsed yesterday, Mr. Lu can't rest today, he still has several cooperation cases to discuss!" Xu Ke could only ask Wen Lu for help in a hurry, and he tried his best to talk about the next one yesterday, only to barely stabilize the situation, and he had to talk about a few to be more secure.

Wen Lu looked at Lu Yaocheng blankly, Lu Yaocheng turned a deaf ear, walked straight into the bedroom, and closed the door.

Xu Ke hurriedly spun in place, and Wen Lu sighed, "You shouldn't have come." ”

"But the company—" Xu Ke was anxious.

"He has his considerations, so let him rest for a day. No amount of cooperation cases can change a pair of eyes, "Wen Lu felt a little sorry for Lu Yaocheng.

He is like a machine, everything is for the company, the cause, and the body pays a terrible price. But today he is willing to let go of everything, even if his company is facing a crisis, he insists on taking a break today.

Xu Ke was embarrassed and picked up the document on the coffee table, "This is relevant information, Mr. Lu must see it as soon as possible so that he can prepare." ”

"Okay," Wen Lu took it.

Xu Ke turned around, and Wen Lu sent him away.

After going downstairs, Xu Ke turned to look at the house, his eyes gradually darkening.

Maybe there's something he needs to uncover.

Wen Lu brought honey porridge from the kitchen and knocked lightly on the bedroom door.

No one in the room answered, so Wen Lu simply opened the door.

In the room, Lu Yaocheng sat on the bed and faced the window to give her a back.

"You need some porridge, I've cooked honey porridge, right?" Wen Lu said: "Honey hangover warms the stomach, and you will feel a little more comfortable after drinking." ”

Half-loud, Lu Yaocheng didn't speak.

Wen Lu was not cramped, and sat beside him around the bed with porridge.

Staring at his cold and unresponsive face, knowing that he was angry and why he was angry, Wen Lu deliberately pretended that nothing had happened.

Holding the bowl, he looked at him pitifully, "Eat some, it's very hot, I can't hold it." ”

Lu Yaocheng still ignored her.

"Look, my hands are red," Wen Lu deliberately changed her hand and stretched out it in front of him to show him.

Lu Yaocheng raised her eyelids, and saw that her fingers were indeed red, and her originally tense face suddenly relaxed, "Isn't it okay to dry for a while?" ”

The words of reproach were on her lips, but her subordinates hurriedly took the bowl in her hand, and when her fingers felt the temperature at the bottom of the bowl, her eyes suddenly darkened.

His eyes swept to Wen Lu, but he saw Wen Lu's sly smile.

The bowl is warm and not hot at all.

He was tricked by her.

"Okay, okay, drink the porridge first, your body is important," Wen Lu quickly stood up and plucked his shoulders to suppress the anger that he was about to appear.

She is the first person who can play Lu Yaocheng like this. Number.

The warm temperature condensed in the palm of his hand, and Lu Yaocheng naturally understood the deep meaning of this, this is just the right temperature, not to bother to prepare.

The depression in her heart suddenly disappeared, and it seemed that this woman had not forgotten without heart or lungs.

While Lu Yaocheng was drinking porridge, Wen Lu ran to the study and brought the prepared things.

"Oh, put it away," Wen Lu handed a delicate white letter to Lu Yaocheng.

Lu Yaocheng raised his eyebrows, with doubts, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and he teased: "What? Want to send me away with a love letter? Don't forget that today is your 'mid-term assessment'. ”

"Take a good look, is this a love letter?" is really an extremely narcissistic man, she has never written a love letter to anyone in her life, and she is also very indifferent to that kind of thing.

Regarding Lu Yaocheng's sudden change of face, Wen Lu seemed to have caught some clues, such as the excitement on his face at the moment, "Ahem, you deliberately emphasized to Xu Ke that you must take a day off today, is it because of my agreement with you?" ”

“...... No, you think too much, you drank too much yesterday, and you're a little tired today," Lu Yaocheng said, flipping through the delicate letter.

The white cover with a bow made of red ribbon is solemn and delicate, and the back is the silhouette of a pair of red swans.

"Can it be dismantled?" Lu Yaocheng chose to ask Wen Lu's opinion.

"Of course," Wen Lu said.

He carefully tore off the bow ribbon on the front of the letter, opened the letter, and inside was a card, on which there was only a line of delicate handwriting—

No. 322, Jiangshan North Road, see you or disperse.

Lu Yaocheng flipped through the greeting card, looked at the back, and found it empty.

looked at Wen Lu suspiciously, Wen Lu spread her hands, "I thought you went back to the study today and deliberately put it on your desk to surprise you." ”

Who knew that he was sulking here early in the morning, and he didn't mean to enter the study at all, Wen Lu was afraid that it would drag on and delay the business, so he took the initiative to bring the envelope from the study.

Lu Yaocheng packed the invitation untouched, "You blame me, don't you blame me?" ”