"Really?" Wen Lu couldn't understand how much was true or false in Lu Yaocheng's warmth at this moment, so she only looked at him fixedly.

Lu Yaocheng's brows twitched slightly, and he nodded, "Why don't you believe me so much?" ”

"No," Wen Lu turned her head unnaturally, not looking at his pale and inconspicuous eyes.

It was as if if he would see through his mind if he looked at it more.

"What's the matter, it's only been a few days, why are you absent-minded?" Lu Yaocheng asked.

"It's nothing, you're tired, let's rest," Wen Lu stood up from his arms, wanting to break away as soon as possible, Lu Yaocheng stretched out his long arm and pulled Wen Lu into his arms.

"Ah," Wen Lu fell into Lu Yaocheng's arms unexpectedly, and Lu Yaocheng caught her steadily and pressed her in his arms.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and you're starting to break up again? Lulu, why do you always like to keep your distance from me? Lu Yaocheng's fingers ran through Wen Lu's long black and slender hair.

Wen Lu shivered with his cool fingers against her scalp.

As he approached, the hot breath hit her face, but a reserved voice in her head urged her to keep her sane.

After a difficult ideological struggle, Wen Lu finally decided to push him away.

Lu Yaocheng seemed to notice Wen Lu's movements first, grabbed her hand, and firmly wrapped her in his arms, "Between us, do you still need to be reluctant?" Lulu, I've never been a saint, and neither are you, since you like it, why aren't you allowed to indulge yourself? ”

Wen Lu listened to the clouds, she didn't understand what Lu Yaocheng said "since you like it", he or he likes to do something.

The rippling eyes looked at Lu Yaocheng's dark and ethereal eyes, and Wen Lu felt a thousand feelings in his heart, but he couldn't say a word.

"My heart yearns, but my intellect doesn't allow me to do so, don't you have the upper hand of your sanity?" Wen Lu asked.

"Yes, it's work, but it's time to rest, so there's no need to be vigilant all the time," Lu Yaocheng replied.

"What about me? It's my business, are you more sensible or more emotional? Wen Lu actually wanted to ask if he had planned everything about her, or at some moments, he really hated her and tortured her with some clumsy means.

Lu Yaocheng looked at her and didn't answer, but there was a faint smile on his face, "Have you changed your sex?" Why is this question so straightforward today? ”

"No, I just want to listen to love words," Wen Lu prevaricated, and then pretended to be well-behaved, leaning weakly on Lu Yaocheng's shoulder.

Wait for him to put her on the bed and let him eat her alive.

She didn't think there was anything before, but now she is extremely mindful in her heart, whether Lu Yaocheng only uses her as a tool for revenge, an outlet for hatred.

Or, in his mind, she's just a plaything to be played with.

"Lulu, don't be distracted," Lu Yaocheng bit Wen Lu's ear, and Wen Lu let out a painful sound.

He was so domineering that he didn't allow her to slack off in the slightest.

Early the next morning, when Wen Lu got up, Lu Yaocheng had already left.

She rubbed her legs and arms.

"Knock knock—" There was a knock at the door.

Put on your clothes and tidy them up briefly, "I'm sorry, Moyou, I got up late, what do you want to eat in the morning." ”

Du Moyou smiled, "What is breakfast, look at the table." ”

On the table are millet porridge, several delicate small cakes, pastries, etc.

"I also said that Lu Yaocheng has no feelings, I think he is not ordinary to you," Du Moyou sat down boldly, "He asked people to send it early in the morning, is this not enough?" You wouldn't expect a big boss like him to cook himself, would you? ”

"Of course not, he's so busy that he can't take care of it at all, but he can cook," Wen Lu remembered that Lu Yaocheng had cooked food for her before, and suddenly felt that if he was just an ordinary man, then he must be perfect.

"It seems that you have tasted his craftsmanship," Du Moyou asked with a smile.

Wen Lu smiled and said nothing.

"After eating, hurry up and ask Zongzheng, what happened to him over there?" Wen Lu hurriedly pulled the topic back to Du Moyou.

"He sent a text message last night, and there has been no news since then, I called him today and he didn't answer, I think there may be a little change or tricky things," Du Moyou couldn't hold back his worry, "Today I'm going to go to his company to have a look." ”

"I'll go with you," Wen Lu was afraid that Du Moyou would have an accident with a girl's family.

After eating, the two of them simply cleaned up and went straight to Zongzheng's logistics company.

There were not a few cars in front of the big warehouse, and there was not a single freight car that was originally lively, and when he saw Du Moyou's figure, a sharp-eyed little follower ran over.

"Miss Du, why are you here? Is Brother Zheng back? The little minion asked worriedly.

"That's what I came to him, where the hell did he go? Why can't I contact him all the time? Du Moyou was also very anxious.

"Yesterday he came back and told his brothers that he was going to have a showdown with Boss Mo, saying that he was going to break off his relationship with Boss Mo, so he ran to find Boss Mo," the little minion also said worriedly: "We also persuaded him, since he has entered this industry, how can he just leave, according to Boss Mo's temper, he will lose half his life if he doesn't die." ”

Du Moyou didn't stand firmly, staggered and almost fell, Wen Lu's eyes were quick and she held her up.

"Miss Du, how can you force him to do this? Didn't that kill him? Boss Mo has never been a soft-hearted person, otherwise Brother Zheng has followed him from birth to death for so many years, why didn't he even get a suite? The little minion said.

Du Moyou panicked, "Where is he?" Where is that Mr. Mo? ”

"We don't know, it's usually Brother Zheng who has direct contact with him, he seems to live in some villa area, the kind of place where the rich live, I don't know if Brother Zheng went there," the little minion said.

Du Moyou was about to fall down weakly, "What should I do?" What to do? ”

"Moyou, don't worry, I'll figure it out, I'll go find Lu Yaocheng, he must know who knows this Boss Mo," Wen Lu held Du Moyou up, turned around and asked the little minion, "What's the name of that Boss Mo?" ”

"Mo Qing, innocent Qing," said the little minion.

Du Moyou grabbed Wen Lu's hand, "Or we can ask Zhong Zhicheng, he must have heard of it." ”

"Yes," Wen Lu took out the phone and asked Zhong Zhicheng.

Zhong Zhicheng said worriedly: "You can't go alone, so I'll go with you." ”

Wen Lu also felt that it was safer to take Zhong Zhicheng with him, so she agreed.

"Zhong Zhicheng will come to pick us up in a while, Moyou, you don't have to worry too much, it's definitely okay to have Zhong Zhicheng here," Wen Lu comforted.

Du Mo nodded, "Lulu, you are so good, although you and Zhong Zhicheng are not together, it can be said that you are inseparable, and you can also be said to be the most considerate friend, but you have his shield after all." It's good that you still have a man who loves you so much as Lu Yaocheng. You have to cherish it, don't let such a precious relationship leave you. ”

Now Du Moyou is speaking from the bottom of his heart, and he knows how difficult it is to maintain an unrecognized relationship.

......

When Zong Zheng woke up from his fog, his head was planted on the floor, and he saw the dawn outside the window, and a smile hung on the corner of his lips.

The corners of the lips, the forehead. , the cheeks are either dark and blue, or bloodstained, and the slightest movement of the expression is involved in pain.

But he didn't snort in pain, and dragged his arm, which was no longer able to move, to slowly straighten up.

His immovable arm was spread on the ground like a ribbon, and Zongzheng didn't think much about it, maybe it was wasted.

The gurgling blood on his arm had dried up, and he had been kneeling here all night.

The floor was littered with broken glass shards, some with blood, some splashing onto the woolen floor in front of the sofa in the living room.

He still has a breath, he is not dead yet, he still has to go to see Du Moyou.

Moyou ...... Moyou ......

That woman, what a fool, why not reject him? Why not hate him?

How could a holy girl like her have to be involved with him?

Seeing his fate, Zong Zheng didn't feel anything, but he was afraid that she would see it. A good girl like her had never seen such a scene, and if she did, she would have been terrified.

If he didn't choose to cut off the relationship with Mo Qing, this kind of scene would happen to her in the future.

He can't let her get hurt, so in order to be with her, he must cut off all dangerous relationships and give her a stable and peaceful life.

"Bang-" The rosewood door to the living room opened, and a man appeared with a cigar in his hand. Behind him was a man who was five big and three thick.

It was this man with five big and three thick who tortured him like this.

"Zongzheng, are you still not giving up? For the sake of a woman, you and Boss Mo have to make a fuss like this? Still want to betray Boss Mo? The man with five big and three thick spoke.

"Li Huai, if you want to be a dog for the rest of your life, learn to shut up, don't let your master open his mouth first, you will bark first," Zong Zheng sneered, disdainful of his cynicism.

"You! It's still hard to talk, isn't it, haven't I cleaned it up yet? Li Huai said and tugged at Zongzheng's collar.

"If it weren't for me not fighting back, who would have fallen now? Li Huai, you've only been around for a few years, do you think you can show off your might to everyone by following Boss Mo? What exactly are you afraid of? Aren't you afraid that your current position will be robbed? Zong Zheng endured the sore spot and pulled out a smile, and shook off Li Huai's hand with his other hand.

"Li Huai, I'm kneeling down not to kneel anyone, it's because I really can't stand up," Zongzheng's eyes began to wander, "I don't owe you any from beginning to end, and I've never been anyone's lackey, my Zongzheng is my Zongzheng, I can stay there if I want to, I can go wherever I want, as for the affection I owe——"

Zong Zheng's gaze gradually moved to the man holding a cigar next to him, "Boss Mo, I Zong Zheng owes you a favor, I have paid it off all these years, and you know it yourself." ”

This was the first time he had spoken to Mo Qing so unceremoniously, and even Li Huai was surprised that the man kneeling on the ground at this moment had no momentum at all, and was even much taller than Mo Qing.