Zhang Beichen's driver came to Chen Luyao's house early to wait downstairs, and saw that there were not many people, and Chen Luyao sneaked into the car.

Along the way, thinking back to the teenager on the basketball court, he smiled at himself, and shouted to himself with a clean and energetic face: "Chen Luyao, be my girlfriend, right?" I'll make you breakfast every morning and bring it to school! ”

"Senior, I have a lot of tricks for breakfast, will you do it?"

"I won't do it, I'm going to learn."

How could such a sunny teenager become so despicable as he is now?

The car drove into the villa with a quiet back, and the last time Chen Luyao came to it, he was tied up, and he didn't see what was going on around him. Looking at the surroundings now, it's really amazing.

However, Chen Luyao was not in the mood to enjoy the scenery, and after getting out of the car, the driver pushed open the door: "Miss Chen, you rest first, Mr. still has some things to deal with, and he will come back later." ”

"Oh." Chen Luyao clenched the bag in his hand and walked in cautiously, Zhang Beichen was no longer there. There is no one in such a big house, don't all those rich people on TV need a lot of maids and nannies?

She sat quietly in the big living room for half an hour when she suddenly heard a sentence: "Miss Chen, it's time to eat." ”

"Huh? Who are you? Chen Luyao looked at the man who suddenly appeared vigilantly, he lowered his head and said, "I am Mr. Zhang's private chef." ”

The empty villa at night was so gloomy, and such a person suddenly appeared, which made Chen Luyao panic: "Are you the only one here?" ”

"Every day at 10 o'clock in the morning, I come back to clean, and I will come over during morning, noon and dinner, and usually only my husband is alone."

"That's right." Isn't it cold for him to live in such a big house?

"Sir, I want you to eat first."

"I'm not hungry, I'll just wait for him here."

"Okay."

With that, the man turned around and left, disappearing without a trace as if he had never been there.

Chen Luyao won't eat the food here, who knows what the routine will be, I really hope he doesn't come back overnight.

In fact, Zhang Beichen really had a hard time all night.

Originally, he was going to go home early, but the dad suddenly called him and said that his mother's ashes would arrive at the airport tonight. Zhang Beichen stood at the airport, waiting for his mother's ashes with his father.

His mother was a serious surgeon, and her grandmother kept her out of the house until she died, and her ashes were not allowed to step into the Zhang family.

Thinking of this, Zhang Beichen couldn't help laughing, turned his back to his father and said, "You better go home early, otherwise the old lady will be unhappy." ”

"I'm waiting here."

"When people are dead, why do you have to be pretend? Who is it for? After speaking, Zhang Beichen sighed, feeling unbalanced for his infatuated mother.

Finally when the plane landed at the take-off and landing field, a man wearing sunglasses walked down from the plane with a white glove and an urn. Directly in front of the urn is a picture of my mother.

Zhang Beichen watched expressionlessly as the man holding the ashes walked towards him, and his father behind him took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his nose.

Just as he wanted to reach out to receive the ashes, Zhang Beichen blocked in front. Holding the urn with one hand, he walked towards his car.

"What are you doing?"

"My mother can't enter the door of Zhang's house, I can't let her float outside and be a lonely ghost, right?" After speaking, Zhang Beichen glanced at his father unkindly, and then got in the car and drove away.

At this time, it was already half past eleven in the evening, and he actually threw Chen Luyao alone in the villa. But this was also a last resort, and he stepped on the accelerator to the end, comforting the 'mother' next to him: "Let's go home." ”

Zhang Beichen went to the cemetery overnight, not caring what time it was, and whether it was auspicious or not.

And Chen Luyao had already fallen asleep on the sofa, still holding the fruit knife he brought from home. I really don't know what kind of medicine is sold in Zhang Beichen's gourd, so I asked myself to come over and look at the house like a doorman?

At three o'clock in the morning, the door was kicked open with a bang.

Zhang Beichen, who was full of alcohol, staggered in, and vaguely saw that there seemed to be someone on the sofa. walked over and took a closer look, isn't this Chen Luyao?

Sit on the floor and lean on the sofa to take a closer look at her sleeping appearance, and she looks as good as before.

The sound of opening the door didn't make any noise to her, but she was annoyed by the smell of wine, and when she opened her eyes and saw Zhang Beichen, who was smiling at her, she couldn't help but clench the fruit knife in her hand and sit back: "You...... How did you get back? ”

"This is my home."

"Oh, that's not early, you should rest early."

Zhang Beichen looked at the bright blade in front of her, suddenly pouted, and suddenly gave Chen Luyao a cute face: "You want to kill me?" ”

Oh my God, how much did you drink?

"If you don't move me, I won't kill you."

Zhang Beichen snatched her knife and threw it aside, stepped forward and grabbed Chen Luyao's head and bit her lip. vented all the thoughts and depressions that he had accumulated over the years on this kiss.

Chen Luyao's brain was a little flustered for a while, and he forgot to push him away. Then he hugged Chen Luyao tightly, and Chen Luyao was a little out of breath: "Don't go." ”

"How much did you drink?" He didn't speak, as if he was asleep.

I touched his arm and found that there seemed to be something tied to it, and when I pulled off his suit, I saw that it was a white band.

According to local custom, such a belt will only be tied when relatives in the family go to the funeral. Who died to make him so sad?

Holding Zhang Beichen's head with his hand, he slowly put it on the pillow. I turned around and looked in the direction where the private chef had just come in, and finally touched the kitchen.

I opened the refrigerator to see what could be used to make the soup, and when I looked around, I saw a large bottle of sour plum soup there, and a few plums floating on it. The memories were pulled away, and it was pulled to the summer when I just fell in love with Zhang Beichen.

He ran downstairs in the bedroom when he had nothing to do, and handed a pot of sour plum soup to Chen Luyao, she asked a little puzzled: "The summer is over, there is no need to cool off, right?" ”

"You always like to lose your temper lately, and the sour plum soup can also get rid of the liver fire."

"You think I'm too angry, huh?!" Chen Luyao picked up what he had at hand and smashed it.

"It's okay to have a big temper, only I dare to marry you in the future! Hahaha......"

I remember that it was also the winter of that year, the cold wind was howling wantonly, and Chen Luyao played games until midnight and suddenly called Zhang Beichen: "Have you slept?" ”

He replied in a daze: "Not yet, what's wrong?" ”

"I'm so uncomfortable...... What should I do if I want to drink sour plum soup? ”

"Now?"

"Ahh

"Then you wait for me."

In the early hours of the morning, he carried a thermos box filled with sour plum soup and knocked on the window of the girl's dormitory: "Lu Yao! ”

Chen Luyao told his roommate to cover the quilt, and when he opened the window, he saw Zhang Beichen wrapped tightly, and he handed the box in, "I'll go first, and I have to go to work when it's dawn next day." ”

"Then be careful on the road."

He was afraid that the sour plum soup would freeze, and he was afraid that the sour plum soup would not taste good if it was hot, so he put the sour plum soup in the box and threw a few ice cubes into it. What a silly boy......