Jiang Sheng stared at the void and didn't refute a word.

Lin Lu threw away his collar and kicked the door open, the heavy iron door slamming against the brick wall, and a loud noise tore through the silence of the evening.

She walked in and closed the door, just like the last picture of Jiang Sheng seeing her in the hotel, with indifferent eyes, unable to see everything in the world.

The iron gates were closed, and the courtyard became a besieged city that he could not covet.

Jiang Sheng stood outside, sighed and left.

Lin Lu didn't eat dinner, he came out of the room with the lemonade in his hand, sat down on a chair under the vine, and his brain hurt from Jiang Qi.

She rubbed her temples slowly, there was a red oil-paper umbrella on the table, Lin Lu opened her eyes, and swept the umbrella to the ground angrily.

On summer nights, everything is showing you her unique beauty in its own way, and Lin Lu has no time to care about it at this time, thinking about Jiang Sheng's affairs.

She shut him out again today, and his eyes were the same as they had been at the hotel.

Lin Lu was angry in her heart, it was not she who abandoned him, it was he who took the initiative to give up, why did she carry the pot.

She is not a philanthropist, nor is she God, and she has no extra tolerance for him, nor will she forgive him for the mistakes he has made. Everyone needs to take responsibility for their words and actions and pay for their choices.

Forget it, everyone has his own destiny, and wealth is in the sky.

The remaining half of the glass of lemonade was drunk, the cup was put on the table, leaning on the rattan chair to open the sketchbook, she was preparing for the winter fashion show, and today the ancient city party has gained a lot.

Under the lamp, Lin Lu is quiet, the tip of the pen rustles, the slender fingers hold the pen, and the lines are smoothly outlined under the pen.

Once Lin Lu was immersed in something, she would ignore the time, and when she realized that the morning light was slightly dew, it was already dawn.

The table was covered with discarded manuscripts, and she looked up tiredly, rubbed her sore neck, and got up to go back to the Westinghouse to catch up on sleep.

The man fell into bed and fell asleep in an instant.

She had a long and obscure dream, in which she was entangled with Jiang Sheng, crazy, passionate, and ubiquitous desires and hopes, burning her whole person crazy.

'Didi......' The phone vibrated on the head of the bed, pulling her from her dream.

Lin Lu opened his eyes, panting slightly, lazily turned over and grabbed the mobile phone on the bedside table, the number was Lu Cheng, and he was on a business trip in Canada, and it was zero o'clock in Ottawa at this time.

Night owls are working overtime again.

Lin Lu pressed the answer and put it to his ear, "Hey." ”

"Did you not sleep, or did you just wake up?" Lu Cheng judged by listening to her tone.

"Just woke up." Lin Lu got out of bed and poured a glass of water to drink.

"Stayed up late again to draw?"

"Hmm."

With the previous phone call, Lu Cheng was very worried about Lin Lu. He said:

"You always work so hard, something is going to happen to your body."

Lin Lu put the cup down, and there was a sketch drawn by Jiang Sheng on the table.

Suddenly, the dream of the silver mess just appeared in his mind, and he swiped his fingertips across the paper and said, "Don't just talk about me, so do you." ”

Lu Cheng smiled low on the phone.

"Laugh," Lin Lu saw through him at a glance, "You just finished working overtime and told me not to fight, it doesn't seem very convincing." ”

Hearing this, Lu Cheng said warmly: "I am a man, and the degree of busyness reflects the value to society. ”

"Ha," Lin Lu sarcastically said, "Let you say that, nightclubs are open until the early hours of the morning, and the people inside are all producing social value and creating surplus labor?" ”

Lu Cheng supported his forehead, and Lin Lu continued to tease, "There is a kind of person in the world who is better than you and works harder than you, you say it's not terrible." ”

"You're talking about you?" Lu Cheng smiled.

Only in getting along with Lin Lu is Lu gentle, yuppie and relaxed.