Chapter 115: Dreams Shattered

"Mr. Lu, the results are out, the genetic sample we selected this time is Mr. Lu Shanhe's son, that is, your father's sample, this comparison, your gene is 99% matched, confirming that it is Lu Shanhe's grandson and has the right to inherit the inheritance."

Director Ma paused and glanced at Lu Shuangyi, who was still on the stretcher, "Mr. Lu Shuangyi's sample, this comparison, shows a 100% mismatch, that is to say, Lu Shuangyi and Mr. Lu Shanhe have no blood relationship." ”

These two paragraphs are like a hammer down.

Lu Yiyou just raised his eyebrows, and the sword eyebrows returned to their previous ease.

He breathed a sigh of relief, while Shang Wu looked at Lu Shuangyi, who was lying on the stretcher and covered in injuries.

Lu Shuangyi was beaten like this, he really deserved it, and in order to quickly grab the position, he did not hesitate to put sleeping pills in his grandfather's meal.

But all this turned too fast, the world is impermanent, and Lu Shuangyi's unconscious face is now full of irony by this reversed fact.

Wei Wei's face was full of surprise and disbelief at the moment.

"What?"

Lu Shuangyi is not Lu Shanhe's grandson, so ......

All they've done so far has been a basketball?

That took out the money that the entire Wei family gave to Lu Shuangyi to buy shares? So the words he has been saying for the past three years are empty?

Wei Wei followed Lu Shuangyi for five years, and took him in from knowing nothing.

Over the years, he has been meticulous to him, so good that there is no heavenly reason, just waiting for him to take back the Lu style and marry himself.

However, just now, all hope seems to have been dashed.

She gritted her teeth and looked at Lu Yiyou and Shang Wu in front of her, the relaxed and loving expressions on their faces had deeply pierced her heart.

"A trip to the land! I'll let you get it back! ”

This farce ended when the DNA test report came out.

Although the farce is over, Lu Shanhe still hasn't woken up.

Li Nanqing, as today's specially invited doctor, has already expressed his abandonment.

"Grandpa Lu, if he can wake up, he can wake up, if he can't wake up, he has to go, everything depends on the destiny of heaven."

The old man is getting old, and everything has reached the age of resigning himself to the fate of heaven.

After Lu Yiyou's face full of cyan scum pulled out a far-fetched smile, he was a little tired and in a trance.

For forty or fifty hours, he slept zero and ate zero.

Shang Wu looked distressed, "Let's visit, I'll take you home first, if grandpa wakes up, he doesn't want to see you like this." ”

If he is like this again, where can he carry his grandfather when he wakes up?

Lu Yiyou nodded dizzily, "Let's go, go home first." ”

At this moment, he especially misses the place where they lived before - the Mid-Levels Villa.

"Shang Wu." He was angry, "Let the assistant take us back to the villa in the middle of the mountain." ”

Mid-levels villas.

This villa survived only under Lu Yiyou's efforts.

It's just that the roadbed, trees, etc. outside the villa in the middle of the mountain have become more and more deserted.

Without anyone to take care of it, the once magnificent residence now looks a little dilapidated.

Before their car arrived, Aunt Zhang and Uncle Xie had already come over and sent someone to clean the villa in the middle of the mountain.

Aunt Zhang has been thinking about this mid-mountain villa the most in the past three years, after all, since Young Master Lu became independent from the Lu family, she has been living in this mid-mountain villa, almost ten years, and this old place is still easy to arouse people's emotions.

She has worked here for many years, and she has developed feelings for some flowers and plants in the courtyard, and she is still very handy in the kitchen here.

There was the sound of the engine turning off outside the villa, and Lu Yiyou was still supported by the assistant monk Wu to stabilize his footsteps, and moved towards the hall little by little.

Shang Wu took a deep breath and looked around, and a complicated feeling came to her heart.

Although no one takes care of the flowers and plants in this garden, they have always grown very well, green and red, and it makes people feel more happy.

They slowly passed by the small villa, and Aunt Zhang stood at the door of the main hall and looked at Young Master Lu with a concerned face.

Over the years, she has long regarded Young Master Lu as a relative.

She also read the report on what happened in the past few days, and the people in the city were discussing it vigorously, and she felt very sorry for the haggard Young Master Lu.

Shang Wu helped Lu Yiyou onto the sofa.

This Fendi sofa seems a little outdated, but it suddenly reveals a warmth.

Lu Yiyou was lying on the sofa, gently closing his eyes, and his haggard face made Shang Wu feel a little distressed.

She got up and whispered, "Aunt Zhang, make some simple food, you call me when you are ready, and I will let him get up and eat some." ”

Aunt Zhang nodded, worried, "He must have never eaten or slept all the time, right?" ”

"Hmm."

"I knew it! This kid, I don't know how much I like my grandfather, now that this kind of thing has happened to my grandfather, how sad he must be in his heart! ”

Aunt Zhang kept sighing, babbling in her mouth.

Shang Wu turned around and glanced at Lu Yiyou lying on the sofa, the sofa was close to the window, and the bright sunlight projected in the window dappled his haggard face.

"I went to cook, I just bought some fresh ingredients, this kitchen has not been used for a few years, I have to take some time to sort it out, you can accompany Young Master Lu more here, he likes you to accompany him."

Aunt Zhang patted Shang Wu's hand, then turned around and went to the kitchen.

Shang Wu sat on Fendi's sofa and looked at the half-lying man beside him, as if he had fallen asleep, his light eyelashes as if they were about to fly in the breeze.

She thought back to the scene that had happened in the land-style hospital before.

I have to say that life is a hundred turns and a thousand turns.

Lu Shuangyi, who was scheming, hibernated beside the rich second-generation Wei Wei, and borrowed the money of the Wei family to win over his career.

He was beaten to a coma, and now he must still be doing the landing ceremony, which is his dream.

He had been obsessed with this dream for too long, so he kept doing the wrong thing.

The DNA report that woke him up at the end would probably break him down.

When I first woke up from a big dream, I don't know if he will go crazy.

Shang Wu was full of thoughts, and looked up at the decoration in the hall.

There are some literary and artistic petty bourgeoisie in luxury, and some antiques in the magnificence.

Compared with entrepreneurs of the same age, Lu Yiyou should be a person who likes porcelain.

Everything in this family has not changed, even the small porcelain in the window is still planted with the sword qi of Junzi Orchid.

The clock hanging on the wall is still tirelessly timekeeping.

Beside the spiral staircase that winds up, the handrails are still as delicate as ever.

She remembered that on the night of the wedding, she was standing there, Mu Na jerkily watching Lu Yiyou hugging the passionate girl.

It was the side they had been staring at for the longest, and at that moment, she didn't even know that she was already dormant under his face.

The door to the bedroom on the second floor was closed, and the secrets inside seemed to be waiting to be snooped into.

She saw that Lu Yiyou was sleeping a little deeply, so she went upstairs softly.

Every time you step on the stairs, there is a feeling of unreality.

All of this is the same feeling as three years ago, she is really back.

The door of the bedroom on the second floor was stained with a thin layer of dust, and if you put your hand on it, you can still leave a mark.

She pushed the door open.

"Squeaky ......"

Presumably, no one has opened this door for a long time, right?

She entered, searched around, and all was the same.

The inky sheets, the porcelain-white cabinets, the crystal chandeliers, the windowsills, the delicate curtains.

Nothing had changed, even the small remote control was on the counter next to the bed, just like when she left.

It's just—

As soon as she turned around, the painting "Sleeping Crane" immediately came into view.

This "Sleeping Crane" is still in its original place, but there is an extra line of words next to "Sleeping Crane".

The characters written from the ink-absorbing fountain pen are timeless and elegant.

"Shang Feiwu, I miss you so much."

Seven words instantly made Shang Wu burst into tears.

She covered her mouth and hastily concealed her emotions.

On this timeless and elegant word, there is more helplessness and sadness.

At that time, how he escaped from this villa, and how he escaped from this memory in embarrassment, Shang Wu still doesn't know.

It turned out that it was not only her on the other side of the ocean who was suffering at that time, but also Lu Yiyou on this side of the land.

It's just that the pain made her immature continue to become stronger, and Lu Yiyou, who was already powerful, gradually withered.

This famous painting was written by him.

Shang Wu liked it even more.

Downstairs.

The aroma of the food wafted in, as usual for many days, Aunt Zhang cooked the meal, and the fragrance could be smelled upstairs.

She went downstairs, walked up to the sleeping Lu Yiyou, and pushed his shoulder, "Lu Yiyou, get up and eat something before going to sleep." ”

Lu Yiyou just snorted lightly, changed his position and continued to fall asleep.

Aunt Zhang looked at the weak young master worriedly around her apron, he was afraid that he would faint again if he didn't eat something.

Shang Wu stepped forward, leaned over him, and scraped the tip of his sensitive nose with his fingertips, "Swim, get up and eat!" ”

He opened his eyes wistfully, and a low, nice voice came out of his throat.

The sunlight behind the windowsill fell on Shang Wu's face, which looked particularly soft.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he directly raised his head and kissed her red lips.

The sound of ambiguous kisses sounded in the air.

Aunt Zhang blushed and wanted to retreat, but bumped into the chair behind her.

Shang Wu blushed even more and covered his lips that had just been kissed.

Lu Yiyou looked at the surrounding environment a little soberly, and it turned out that ......

There are also people around.

He coughed lightly and got up, looking up to see the bedroom door on the second floor, "Have you been in?" ”

Shang Wu nodded and walked towards the table.

"What does it feel?" It's been three years, and he hasn't been in since that time.

The first thing that came to Shang Wu's mind was the seven words on the painting, and her heart surged, "I want to sleep in that bed with you." ”