Chapter 279: Worry is greater than anger

"Let's go!"

Lu Yiyou said a cold word, and then his eyes no longer looked in the direction of the airport.

He just looked straight ahead, without any expression on his face.

In the evening, the atmosphere in the Garden of Thorns is like freezing, and the cold is suffocating.

Aunt Zhang didn't dare to ask more, she had never seen the young master so angry, she estimated that she had quarreled with the young grandmother.

Seeing that it was getting late, I didn't see the figure of the young grandmother, the young grandmother was all in the studio these days, and it was very puzzling that she suddenly disappeared.

If Lu Yiyou, who returned home at the beginning, was furious, then the current Lu Yiyou is probably angry with some faint worries.

He sat in front of the beige dining table, as upright as usual, but his eyes were a little distracted, he looked up and glanced at the clock on the wall, the time was slowly passing by minute by second, but Shang Wu's figure and voice were not in this villa.

Lu Yiyou's heart was like hanging up, swaying.

Uncle Xie stood beside him uneasily and asked, "Young Master, should I go to the airport now?" ”

Lu Yiyou pursed his lips tightly and didn't speak, as if he was darkening some thoughts in his heart.

After a long time, he spoke softly, and his throat was already a little hoarse with tiredness.

The jet lag made him feel unwell, and the woman made his heart lift.

None of him was at ease, "Well, go check it out." ”

He must have compromised with himself with this order.

After Lu Yiyou finished speaking, he got up straight, and his long body should be lonely and tired with the sunset by the windowsill.

He walked straight upstairs, his slender arms were holding the handrails of the stairs without a match, the delicate carved handrails of vermilion were very elegant, and Lu Yiyou's back looked like a Mougin's antique.

He was still more angry with her than he cared about her, so after he shook his hand away, he asked Uncle Xie to go over and have a look.

Lu Yiyou was tired of lying on the big bed in the master bedroom, which seemed to have her smell on the bed, with a strong fragrance.

He couldn't hug her at the airport, but he greedily inhaled the fragrance she had left behind on the bed.

After restraining him for three or four days, even if he smelled her residual fragrance, he couldn't bear to be emotional.

On the top of the affection, his whole person was a little intoxicating and dizzy, Lu Yiyou got up, looked at the window screen by the windowsill and said self-deprecatingly, "Lu Yiyou, you are really useless, you just smelled her scent." ”

With that, he got up and walked into the bathroom, wanting to take a cold shower.

However, his self-deprecating smile, and his footsteps, stayed in front of the bathroom.

Because there is a gray shirt in the bathtub that doesn't belong to him, why don't you even have to look close to know that it's not his?

He rarely wears shirts of any other color other than his white shirt, especially gray, and he has an indescribable dislike of it.

But in front of me, ambiguously next to the bathtub, isn't it a gray male shirt?

If it's not his, who can it be?

For the first time, Lu Yiyou had a feeling of being particularly scared, he was like a coward, afraid that what he was afraid of would come true.

He stood in place, his feet as if they had been stained with glue, unable to move and distraught.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was dark again, maybe the temperature was a little lower, Lu Yiyou came back to his senses, he was extremely scared, but he had to step forward to find out, and his feet were extremely hesitant.

He still stood in front of the bathtub, he and Shang Wu had fallen in love here, and the smell was still strong, but now there was another man's shirt, and he didn't know what expression to face the current situation.

He had never experienced such a moment of despair.

The sunset that night was very beautiful, and Lu Yiyou's heart was like the last piece of red glow, bright and desperate.

How great he was before, how decadent he is now.

He froze in front of the bathtub and slowly crouched down, a great sadness and sadness coming over him in an instant.

He'd probably seen this shirt, wasn't he wearing this gray shirt that day at Cary's art exhibition?

Versace's new model, he is also quite familiar.

Lu Yiyou buried his handsome face next to the bathtub, and a clear tear inadvertently slipped through his eyes.

I don't remember how long it was, and after he collected his emotions, it was already dark.

In the hall of the Thorn Garden, the huge hall was elegantly decorated and exquisitely arranged, and Lu Yiyou sat on the ink-colored sofa with a grim expression.

He picked up the phone on the coffee table, still expressionless.

"Uncle Xie."

He shouted lightly, Uncle Xie was a little panicked, and said cautiously, "Young master, I haven't seen the figure of the young grandmother near the airport!" ”

Contrary to Uncle Xie's imagination, the young master was not angry, nor did he appear to be very worried, he just lightly agreed, and said, "If you can't find it, come back." ”

Uncle Xie didn't react for a while, "Huh? ”

"I said, I can't find it, so I'll come back, I don't need to look for it."

After Lu Yiyou finished ordering again, he had already hung up the phone, leaving Uncle Xie alone in the airport.

These two quarrels and quarrels, this young grandmother is not going home, and she can't find anyone and no news, so she can't ignore it.

But Lu Yiyou ordered so, and Uncle Xie could only mumble in his heart, and then go home.

Aunt Zhang sat on a table of dishes today, but all of them were wasted, and the young master didn't eat a bite, or even looked at it.

The young grandmother still doesn't even have a letter.

This worries her.

In the end, Aunt Zhang still couldn't hold back the curiosity and worry in her heart and stepped forward and asked, "Young master, it's all here, you haven't eaten anything, aren't you hungry?" Do you want me to do something else? ”

Lu Yiyou shook his head, not as radiant as before, and even a little listless.

As long as he is in a bad mood, his appetite will be greatly reduced, and sometimes he is even a little anorexic.

After Aunt Zhang finished this sentence, she dared to ask about the next thing, "Then young master, what's wrong with young grandma?" She told me to go out in the afternoon, but now she hasn't come back, I heard that she is at the airport or something? ”

Aunt Zhang's tone was still a little cautious, because she had been with the young master for a long time, what kind of person he looked like, they servants knew it in their hearts.

Usually when the young master is not smiling, it is when he is in a good mood, if his brows are slightly furrowed, it means that his mood is really unhappy now.

And now was the time for him to frown.

"Leave her alone, notify the doorman and bodyguards, and transfer today's surveillance to me."

There must be a lot of surveillance for a villa as large as Thorn Garden, but these surveillances do not include the main villa and private rooms.

Therefore, Lu Yiyou looked at the picture displayed on the surveillance, and he could only confirm that the gray shirt was Cary's.

Lu Yiyou's heart was broken to the point that it was not what it was, but it was like a layer of glass slag interspersed unscrupulously on his heart.

"Aunt Zhang, did you see this man when he came?"

Aunt Zhang stepped forward, looked at the man in the surveillance screen, squinted her eyes and recalled for two seconds before shaking her head, she looked at the time of the surveillance again and said, "Master, I haven't seen this man, this time point is the time when I go to the vegetable market every day to purchase." ”

A strange man came to the house, and he chose a time when everyone was away, which had to make people feel that they had ulterior motives.

Not to mention Lu Yiyou, even Aunt Zhang felt that this matter was too strange.

Lu Yiyou violently closed the laptop in front of him, and for a while, all the people around him were silent and didn't dare to speak.

Including Aunt Zhang.

After a while, Lu Yiyou's scarlet eyes picked up and said, "Let's all go down." ”

He looked at the bodyguards and guards next to him.

The whole person looks very tired.

On the ink-colored sofa in the hall, Lu Yiyou nested inside, looking like a wounded deer.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his eyelashes were slightly agitated, revealing the emotions in his heart.

——

Los Angeles, USA.

The villa of the Murong family is different from other villas around, and it has a more Chinese flavor here.

There is a large garden, and there are many flowers and plants in the garden, and even in this season, the flowers and plants are not so vivid, but they still add a touch of life to the depressed scenery of this autumn.

Murong Zheng is a person who knows how to enjoy all businessmen, he knows what age to work hard, and he knows what age to rest every year.

It's just that Murong Zheng, who is leisurely in this courtyard, is now a little distressed from time to time.

A woman with a lingering charm walked out of the palatial hall of the villa, warming a pot of fruit tea.

Her appearance is very delicate, even if the years have left traces on her face, but it can't erase the beauty of the year.

Murong Zheng basked in the sun with his eyes slightly closed, enjoying the last good weather.

The woman put the fruit tea on the small table and chair next to Murong Zheng, and asked carefully: "Why are you so annoying, I see that there is an extra wrinkle on your forehead." ”

Murong Zheng raised his eyes, glanced at the woman beside him, and smiled, "Alas, it's not my daughter yet, now the Murong family is waiting for her to inherit, but she doesn't know what she's doing all day!" ”

When Murong Xue was mentioned, Murong Zheng's expression changed slightly.

The woman glanced at Murong Zheng, who was in a wheelchair, and said with some emotion, "Murong, why don't I go back to China this time to help you persuade Xiaoxue?" ”

Murong Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up, "Really? ”

The woman nodded, looked at the happy Murong Zheng with satisfaction, and then held his hand, "Well, seriously! ”

Murong Zheng's whole person couldn't wait to stand up and hug the woman next to him, "Mu Xian, it's good to have you, thank you!" ”