Chapter 291: I can't wait to be wrapped in her breath

Lan Muxian took a deep breath and shouted to the outside of the villa hall, "Security, come in." ”

Immediately, she looked at Lu Yiyou again, "Mr. Lu, if you are going to talk about this next, I can only ask the security guard." ”

Lu Yiyou was very incomprehensible and looked at Lan Muxian in front of him helplessly, what he couldn't understand was that the information from the assistant made it clear that she was Shang Wu's mother, but why could this person be so ruthless?

He was helpless, after all, he was a personable person, and he didn't need the security guard to really come and chase him.

Lu Yiyou walked out of the villa in the center of the city with angry steps, and when he returned to Lu Shi, he saw a big Buddha standing at the front desk of Lu Shi Building, holding a document and not knowing what to shout.

Lu Yiyou walked up stubbornly, looked at the person in front of him with dark eyes and asked, "Miss Murong?" Negotiate a contract with me again? Are you sure you understand the contract this time? ”

After Murong Xue saw Lu Yiyou coming, she was a little surprised at first, and then her whole aura was a little proud.

She looked at the front desk lady in front of her proudly, and after snorting disdainfully from her nose, she said, "What's wrong?" I said that I know your boss is to know your boss, you are one by one, it's okay to keep your eyes a little brighter, and you don't have to be ugly. ”

She looked at Lu Yiyou with a somewhat ostentatious expression, but Lu Yiyou gave her a look very helplessly, "Miss Murong, I think the young lady at my front desk has always been very accurate in seeing people, and the last time Xie Shi's daughter came over, they placed the best rest area without saying a word." ”

Although he didn't pick it out, his meaning was very clear at the moment, and while maintaining his employees, he also stepped on Murong Xue very inadvertently.

Lu Yiyou is a person who will repay him, although Murong Xue has not done much to offend him, but there is one thing that he still remembers clearly.

It was when Shang Wu looked back at Lan Muxian in despair, and Murong Xue's eyes were full of smug appreciation.

People who regard other people's pain as happiness will not be respected by Lu Yiyou.

Murong Xue couldn't react to Lu Yiyou's sudden sarcasm, so she could only look at Lu Yiyou in confusion and ask, "It seems that Mr. Lu doesn't want to talk to me about some contract business matters?" ”

Lu Yiyou sneered softly, although he didn't speak, but his expression was full of unattainable arrogance.

This expression made Murong Xue not know what to do, she could only look at the person in front of her, and she was so angry in her heart that she couldn't do it, but she had some thoughts about the other party, so she had to endure it.

Although Lu Yiyou is not satisfied with Murong Xue's personality, he cares very much about the business in Los Angeles.

After he finished laughing, he pointed to the way to the VIP elevator, "Miss Murong, let's go, let's go to my office to talk about business matters." ”

Murong Xue held back the smile on the corner of her mouth, shook her head, and walked straight to the VIP elevator.

But when the door of the VIP elevator opened, she was pulled by the person behind her, "Miss Murong, I'm sorry, this is an elevator exclusive to me, do you know what it means to be exclusive?" It's an elevator that no one can take except me. ”

Murong Xue's smug expression froze on her face, and after a while, she was embarrassed to restrain a little, and she repeated as if she was embarrassed, "Private elevator? Can't sit on anyone but you? Why? ”

Lu Yiyou held down the elevator and said without being shallow or indifferent, "Because, I don't like the smell of others in my field." ”

He stepped out of his long legs, and the slender and fitting trouser legs closely followed the contours of his legs, and the innate elegance could not be stopped.

Murong Xue's heart was sour, "Then can your girlfriend Shang Wu sit?" ”

At this moment, Lu Yiyou was already standing in his private elevator, just because Murong Xue was still talking, he gentlemanly pressed the button to open the elevator, politely listened to her and answered her.

"Well, of course Shang Wu can."

Murong Xue's tone was very anxious, and she was dyed with a touch of emotion, "Why?" ”

Lu Yiyou chuckled again, but it was just a very sweet chuckle, "I can't ask for it, I can't wait for her breath and her taste everywhere I go, so what's the reason not to let her take my exclusive elevator?" ”

As soon as his words fell, the doors of the elevator were ruthlessly put together, leaving only Murong Xue with a messy face waiting in front of the passenger elevator, and she stomped her feet angrily.

Then she entered the passenger elevator and muttered indifferently, "Hmph, I Murong Xue just like such a difficult challenge!" ”

This sentence seemed to give her a certain kind of confidence, and her steps were firmer.

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Garden of Thorns.

After Lu Yi lobbied and left for a while, Shang Wu finished drinking the sobering soup and was in a daze alone in the bedroom.

Aunt Zhang cooked the meal and called the young grandmother several times, but no one agreed, Aunt Zhang was a little worried that something was wrong, so she simply went up to take a look, and when she found that the young grandmother was no longer in the bedroom, Aunt Zhang panicked all of a sudden.

Hurriedly took out her mobile phone and called Shang Wu, but heard the sound of the mobile phone ringing in the bedroom, Aunt Zhang sighed, and called the young master while walking downstairs.

But as soon as I got downstairs, I heard movement in the studio.

Aunt Zhang moved over there, and sure enough, she found that the young grandmother was sitting in front of the easel, depicting something with an expressionless face.

Aunt Zhang walked over lightly and said in a low voice, "Young grandma, lunch is ready, let's eat some, I heard that I didn't eat breakfast in the morning." ”

When Shang Wu turned around, there was no blood on her face, which really scared Aunt Zhang, she took a breath of cold air and hurriedly put her hand on Shang Wu's forehead, "My God, young grandma, you can't have a high fever, right?" ”

Aunt Zhang's hand was warmly attached to Shang Wu's forehead, and the relationship between her face couldn't be suppressed.

Shang Wu's emotions that had just calmed down now collapsed and rippled again, and Aunt Zhang's breath was too warm, just like the palm of her mother when she was sick when she was a child.

She fell fragile and abruptly into Aunt Zhang's arms, her shoulders were shaking uncertainly, and the sound of crying was even more distressing.

Aunt Zhang panicked for a moment, "What's wrong?" Young grandma? ”

The kind of care that naturally flows out is sincere.

Shang Wu cried like a child in Aunt Zhang's arms, "Aunt Zhang, I saw my mother yesterday, my mother is fine, but she has become someone else's mother." ”

Her words made Aunt Zhang think that she had a high fever and was talking nonsense.

But listening to Shang Wu's tone, she was so serious, besides, when Aunt Zhang's hand was on the young grandmother's forehead, she didn't feel that her body temperature was abnormal.

Aunt Zhang asked in disbelief, "This, what's going on?" ”

Aunt Zhang suddenly remembered what happened last night that Uncle Xie had recounted, and suddenly felt that all this might be true......

Shang Wu pulled out the buried face from Aunt Zhang's arms, and looked at Aunt Zhang in front of her with tears in her eyes, "At yesterday's drinking party, I saw a person who looked exactly like my mother, but that person said that she was not my mother, and she had another daughter." ”

When she said this, she almost trembled.

After finishing speaking, Aunt Zhang's eyes also trembled, "What? Someone who looks like your mother? But—

But young grandmother, didn't your mother ...... a decade or two ago?"

Aunt Zhang was embarrassed to say the rest of the words.

Shang Wu's tears kept flowing like a sudden thunderstorm in City A.

Aunt Zhang wiped her chubby palm and lovingly wiped away the tears on her face.

Shaking his head and looking at Shang Wu distressedly.

Shang Wu burst into tears, almost choked up and told everything that happened at the meeting last night.

Aunt Zhang was shocked after listening to it.

In fact, many times, love is mutual, and no one will give too much in the love that does not get a response.

Since Shang Wu misses her mother so much, in fact, to a certain extent, it can also be explained that Shang Wu's mother may also feel this way.

After all, blood dissolves in water, and all Shang Wu's love for her mother comes from her mother's kindness to her in childhood and adolescence.

So since Shang Wu's mother also loves Shang Wu, why do you have to reject her thousands of miles away?

Or is there really two people in the world who are exactly the same?

Then Aunt Zhang might as well believe that the catastrophe will not die.

Aunt Zhang took Shang Wu in her arms, wrapped her in fragrant fragrance, and then comforted her in a low voice, "Young grandma, if the person I met at the reception last night was really your mother, she said that she didn't know you, there must be something wrong, maybe she has amnesia?" Maybe after some accidents over the years, she can't remember some things like the young master? ”

Shang Wu raised his hand to cover his mouth, his teeth biting his lip fiercely, as if as long as he didn't cry, all the sadness would be fine.

Her crying gradually calmed down, and it was rare to be quiet in Aunt Zhang's arms.

She closed her eyes, trying not to remember them, and bit her lip hard, and it was only after a moment that she inadvertently noticed the smell of blood coming from her mouth.

Aunt Zhang hurriedly pulled the paper beside her and wiped the corners of Shang Wu's lips, "Young grandma, don't be like this, don't torture yourself like this, the young master will be distressed when he knows!" ”

Shang Wu took the paper handed over by Aunt Zhang, unconsciously slowly wiped the blood on the side of his mouth, and his eyes wandered on the painting on the easel.

Lan Muxian's face was still gentle and smiling, but the background was black and suppressed.