This face is his hidden pain and regret

Mu Yichen looked at Lu Yuanhe's back and felt that this matter was indeed interesting. Lu Yuanhe's attitude just now was obviously a little annoyed and angry. He has known Lu Yuanhe for many years, and he has never seen him show this kind of emotion.

That being the case, only one thing can be proven. That is, what the white dove said is true.

Very good... Mu Yichen narrowed his eyes. He turned his head to wake up Song Song, who was already drunk and unconscious on the ground.

"Wake up, hurry, wake up."

Song Song opened a pair of sleepy eyes, "How... What's wrong, Mu Shao? ”

"Hurry up and pack up and go."

"Let's go?" Song Song looked at the drunk and crooked everyone, "Where are you going?" ”

"There's a funny thing."

"What... What's the fun? ”

"Dig into the wall."

Song Song: "..."

Mu Yichen was full of thoughts about his new discovery, and here Lu Yuanhe got into the car directly with the white pigeon in his arms. The little woman who got into the car was also extremely restless, moving her hands and feet.

"By car, to the hotel."

Lu Yuanhyuk's face was not good, Han Bin didn't dare to say more, and walked away with one foot on the accelerator.

In fact, in the past few days, Han Bin didn't dare to go to Lu Yuanhyuk's side, for fear of getting burned, he could see that the president was in a bad mood, and the reason for the bad mood... Most of it has to do with yourself.

After Director Jian came to Inner Mongolia, although the president accompanied him throughout the whole process, and even Jiangcheng's acquisition case was directly delegated, Han Bin could still see that when Director Jian was not there, the president's eyes were deep, and he looked preoccupied, and he even saw him rubbing his temples several times, looking very sad.

So Han Bin didn't dare to say much, for fear that Lu Yuanhe would be unhappy, settle accounts with him, and ask him why he didn't stop Director Jian.

In fact, where does Han Bin dare, who in the whole group doesn't know that the president has a great relationship with this Director Jian, and Director Jian is like walking on the ground when he enters the president's office, and he is not afraid of laughing and laughing, not to mention the soft light in the president's eyes from time to time. So Jian Xia is coming, and no one dares to stop him.

Seeing the president come back with the young grandmother in his arms, Han Bin finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't cause a big disaster, but the president still hurt the young grandmother and wanted to coax the young grandmother back.

Coax, this word has no concept at all in Lu Yuanhe's dictionary. Until he held the little thing in his arms and put it on the big bed in the hotel, he still didn't know how to coax her. I just feel that the emotions of this creature are too complex and changeable, at the beginning, I looked like I drank too much, and the pear blossoms that cried in a blink of an eye brought rain, which made people have a headache, and now I don't know what I was thinking in my head, so I covered my face directly with my coat, and I didn't take it away.

"Take your coat off, it'll get stuffy."

"Don't." The white dove's tone was very stubborn.

Lu Yuanhe had no choice but to reach out and take it himself, but the little thing turned his head and avoided it, "I said no." ”

Lu Yuanhe felt angry and funny, "White pigeon, what are you going to do?" ”

The white dove found a comfortable position and sat down in the depths of the bed, "I'm just a white dove now, not anyone else. ”

Lu Yuanhe stared at her helplessly for a while, and his tone softened, "You are originally you, what nonsense are you talking about." ”

"I'm not talking nonsense!" The white pigeon was a little slurred, her clothes were covered, and the smell of wine surrounded her again, hot and stuffy uncomfortable, but she held her head high, "What nonsense am I talking about, I am telling the truth." I'm now, I'm covering my face now, look at you, see if you still recognize me... Like me or not... See if you like this face and skin, or if you like my white dove. As he spoke, his voice lowered again, "I don't like you because you look like someone else, why do you want me to look like someone else..."

Lu Yuanhe was originally hugging his shoulders, looking at what kind of attitude this woman was going to make. She is usually too cold and sensible, and it is too rare to see such an emotional time, it is simply rare and cute. But when Bai Ge said the last sentence, Lu Yuanhe put down his hand and walked to Bai Pigeon's side, his face was a little incredulous, but his tone was excited, "You, what did you just say?" ”

The white pigeon's brain was a mess and he couldn't react at all. She? What did she just say? Which sentence?

The next second, the head was light, and the fresh air made the white pigeon stunned for a second. Then the man in front of him leaned over and kissed her directly on the corner of her lips, and Bai Ge realized that she was sitting on the edge of the bed like a new daughter-in-law with a hijab, and Lu Yuanhe was like a groom who had picked off the bride's hijab. His breath drilled hard into his nose, and his tone was low, hoarse, with a chuckle, "Little thing, finally admit to liking me, huh?" ”

Lu Yuanhe just gently pursed her lips at first, slowly tossing and turning, and gradually he was no longer satisfied with this, raised his hand to encircle her in the crook of his arm, and quietly attacked the city. By the time the white pigeon reacted, she didn't know when she was lying on the bed, her breath was plundered by the man in front of her, and there was a vague refusal, all of which were blocked by the man and turned into a provocative sigh.

"No way!" The white pigeon somehow drank unconscious early in the morning, and somehow there was a moment of consciousness at this time. She put her hands on Lu Yuanhe's chest and pushed the person away, breathing in a big gulp of air, and the whole person sat up with a "whew", "No, no, no!" ”

After a few "no" sounds, he raised his eyes to look at Lu Yuanhe, who was injured, and touched his head unconsciously with both hands, like coaxing, and like touching a well-behaved puppy, and then his two eyes laughed like two crescents, and he stretched out his finger and scratched his nose, "I drank." Kiss me... You're going to have allergies..."

After speaking, it was like being put under the Gu, and he went straight back to bed and fell asleep.

Lu Yuanhyuk's feeling was a little subtle.

This hard-mouthed little thing finally admitted that he liked him, which made him overjoyed. But as soon as he wanted to take further action, this drunkard dreamed of meeting Zhou Gong, and Lu Yuanhe suspected that she was pretending. Especially the touching of the head just now... Since he became sensible, no one has dared to touch his head in his life! But... She's drunk like this... Unexpectedly... Remember when he was allergic to alcohol... What's going on with this sweet crit in my heart?

Lu Yuanhe looked at the sleeping face of the white pigeon intriguingly, and finally couldn't tolerate her falling asleep full of alcohol, so he directly peeled the person clean and took him to the bathtub for a bath. Then while thinking about the story of Megumi Yanagishita, he endured the trapped beast in his heart, hugged the little woman, listened to her snoring and secretly endured it for half a night, and finally fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, the white pigeon heard the sound of Lu Yuanhe squirming and getting dressed, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that Lu Yuanhe had just put on a black shirt, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and her muscles were distinct, and she couldn't help but blush.

Lu Yuanhe leaned over to the white pigeon's face and kissed him on the cheek, "Good morning, Mrs. Lu." ”

The white dove pulled up the quilt and showed only two eyes, looked at him with a dripping look, and glanced at the clock on the wall, "It's only half past six, so early." ”

Lu Yuanhe's hand buttoned his sleeves paused, "You can sleep for a while, I will ask Ray and Qin Jiannan to pick you up here, anyway, the work of the crew has been completed, it is okay if you want to play here for two days, or if you want to go back to Jiangcheng directly." If you go back, just wait for me at home, huh? ”

The white dove quickly captured the key point in this sentence, "Where are you going?" ”

Lu Yuanhe sat down on the edge of the bed, brushed aside the messy hair on her cheeks, and there seemed to be a sigh in her tone, "Something happened to Jian Xia, I want to go back and take a look." ”

The white pigeon's eyes dimmed almost instantly, and Lu Yuanhe half-coaxed and half-persuaded, "Jian Xia's ex-husband has found Jiang Cheng, he is harassing her, Jian Xia has been stimulated a lot, I want to go and see her." ”

There was a moment of silence in the air.

After a moment, the white dove spoke, "That's not her ex-husband... She is not divorced yet. ”

“… Soon it will be. ”

The white pigeon sometimes wonders where Lu Yuanhyuk's determination and naturalness come from. It's about Jian Xia, and a sense of responsibility arises spontaneously, and I must do it myself

Pro-for.

The white dove's lips under the bed pursed tightly, "But I want to go back with you." ”

"Be nice." Lu Yuanhe said this, but the action of loading the computer and data in his hand did not stop for a moment, "Eat well in the morning, and take the medicine on your feet again, remember?" ”

This kind of ruthlessness, mixed with tenderness, is wrapped in the heart of the white dove, like being beaten with a stick. At this time, she remembered what she wanted to ask last night, and she lifted the quilt all at once, "Why don't you dare to admit that all you like is this face?" I dared to ask, but you still talked about him left and right, and refused to answer directly. It seems to grit his teeth and say the next words, "Or what you like at all is that this face represents the years you can never go back, and it is the hidden pain and regret of your life." ”

She thought he would explain.

But he didn't.

Nothing.

He had already put on a crisp suit, and the briefcase was in his hand, so that he didn't even show any special emotions because of the white pigeon's words.

It's like punching cotton and jumping around like a six-legged monkey, but the other party doesn't see it. The grievances in my heart couldn't hold back any longer, and before the tears fell, the white pigeon took off the pearl necklace around her neck and stuffed it into Lu Yuanhe's hand, "I don't want any necklace, and I don't want to be a spokesperson." ”

Lu Yuanhyuk's mood finally fluctuated.

He frowned and looked at the necklace in his hand, and his tone sank, "I didn't take back the things that I Lu Yuanhe sent." You take it back and put it on. ”

The white pigeon didn't say anything, didn't look at him again, and a second before the tears fell, he went back to the quilt and covered the quilt.

After a long time, the white dove heard footsteps, and the sound of doors opening and closing.

She knew that he was angry.