Chapter Seventy-Six: Feelings Are Hidden

The staff of the Land and Resources Bureau wore work uniforms and stood in front of the road of the villa in the middle of the mountain.

Not far away, the car turned off.

The door opened, and out came a pair of delicate rhino leather shoes, glowing with a cold black glow.

Fu Yuan's breath was stunned, "Mr. Lu is here?" ”

It wasn't until a slender and lean figure appeared on the other side of the car that Fu Yuan took a deep breath and walked forward, "Mr. Lu is good, Mr. Lu is good." ”

He thought that Lu would never come forward for such a trivial matter.

Lu Yiyou was not in a hurry to say hello, and first looked around.

Everything is the same as before, but it is a little more desolate than it used to be.

He opened his mouth lightly, only to find that his throat was a little dry, "Fu Ju, this place is not good." ”

Lu Yiyou gave a simple order, and from beginning to end, his eyes did not look at Fu Yuan, but wandered away from the half-mountain road.

Fluttering and flickering.

Fu Yuan's expression was a little embarrassed, this project has been concerned for a long time, not to mention that this Lu Yiyou doesn't live here now, so it doesn't hurt to tear it down, right?

He took a step forward in embarrassment, and looked at Lu Yiyou's handsome face that was neither salty nor light, "Mr. Lu, this is not something that can be counted after the negotiation between you and me." ”

Lu Yiyou's face sank, "Oh? ”

A faint rhetorical question made Fu Yuan's heart a little tight.

I have long heard that Lu Yiyou is cold and arrogant by nature, but I didn't expect to see it today, and it was really as rumored.

"Then who did I tell to count?" Lu Yiyou looked at the approaching Fu Bureau in front of him gently.

It's obviously a smile, but it's more majestic than a calm face, "You say someone, I'll talk to him." ”

Fu Yuan took a step back with a headache, didn't know what to do to hold his forehead, and thought about ways to benefit both parties.

Lu Yiyou folded his arms as if he was politely waiting for him to finish thinking.

Jack pulled out a thin black coat from the luxury car and draped it over his body.

It's windy in the mountains, and it's colder than in the bustling urban areas, especially in this sparsely populated mountainous area.

Until the black coat was draped over Lu Yiyou's shoulders.

Fu Yuancai took another step forward, and said: "Mr. Lu, let's do it, this mountain road has been ordered to be demolished, and now the land and resources are tight, even I don't have a good way, at most, I will help you protect this mid-mountain villa, how about it?" ”

He looked at Lu Yiyou with an expectant look, expecting to get his nod.

Suddenly, Lu Yiyou was silent, and the air seemed to be still.

Only the noise from some heavy machines nearby.

He spoke, "If you cut off a man's legs, you might as well kill him." ”

Fu Yuan took a step back, and the negotiations failed.

He scratched his ears and cheeks a little impetuously, but looking at Lu Yiyou, who was surprisingly calm on the other side, Fu Yuan gave up completely, "Then Mr. Lu, you say, to what extent can you accept it." ”

Lu Yiyou raised his head, and his already bright silhouette became even more abrupt after losing weight, so thin that he had a fluttering fairy aura.

"Here, every grass and tree, all the way and one house, you can't move anything."

Fu Yuan scolded in complete despair, where is this Mr. Lu here to negotiate, he is a bandit who came to make trouble!

He finally asked as if a catastrophe was coming, "Mr. Lu, do you have to be like this?" As far as I know, you haven't lived in this mid-level villa for a year, and it's like it's been abandoned. Why bother us with resources you don't need? ”

Lu Yiyou chuckled for a long time, and gathered the thin coat on his body, "Fu Ju, I have fifteen villas in City A, which does not include apartments, nor other places, just in City A, according to what you said, except for the Thorn Garden, can all other places where I don't live be slaughtered by others?" ”

Fu Yuan was powerless to argue, "Mr. Lu, you know I didn't mean that....."

Lu Yiyou's left hand was raised slightly, and he said with a smile: "Enough, Fu Ju, needless to say, I have come to this point, and there is no intention to say more." ”

He turned around, and his thin back was ready to step into the car.

Jack pulls the door and rests his hand on it.

"Fu Bureau, you are the leader of land and resources management in City A, you don't need to talk to other people above, you can do it, but the motivation is not enough, do you need me to talk about your motivation?"

Lu Yiyou looked back, and the inky eyes on his well-defined handsome face blinked slightly.

"The order of the land resources market in City A, the land market, the land price, the organization of intermediaries, is in disorder, and I have all these materials in my hands, do you want them?"

Fu Yuan's face darkened, and he stammered a little when he spoke, he stepped forward and said in a low and powerful voice, "Okay, don't move here, give me all the information in your hand." ”

Lu Yiyou snorted lightly, "Deal." ”

After the voice fell, the luxury car had long since faded out of sight.

In the car, Jack asked a little worriedly, "Mr. Lu, for a place to live, this deal is not very cost-effective." ”

After all, there are many crimes involved in these materials......

Lu Yiyou looked at the familiar scene driving outside the car window expressionlessly, and the words in his ears were already blurred.

He hadn't been to this place for almost a year.

Who knows, again, it will be because of something like this?

Autumn has arrived, this time last year......

His hands were clenched into fists against his lips, afraid that his emotions would be known.

Everything outside the window made him infinitely sad, and he spoke, his voice trembling a little, "Jack, hurry up." ”

Lu Yiyou closed his eyes, and a silent tear slipped across his face.

Just like Lu Yiyou at this time, he does not show the mountains or water, and he is not sad or happy.

There is a Chinese snack street near the college.

Shang Feiwu couldn't have imagined that a rich second generation like Gu Lang would also like such crowded streets and not too clean food.

She walked behind him with her sketchpad in her arms until she smelled a familiar smell.

The familiar smell made her sad.

She looked up - it was a cross-bridge rice noodle.

Seeing Gu Lang stop in front of this small shop, Shang Feiwu hurriedly shook his head, "Gu Lang, why don't we change it?" ”

Gu Lang shook his head, "You are the one who eats with me, shouldn't it be me who chooses the place." ”

Shang Feiwu lowered his head, forcibly endured the complicated feeling of loss and discomfort, and even smiled far-fetched to hide his emotions before sitting opposite Gu Lang.

"Boss, two rice noodles in a casserole."

As soon as Gu Lang's hearty voice fell, Shang Feiwu hurriedly changed his words: "No, no boss, just one is fine." ”

"The boss has two servings, you don't need to save me money, this casserole rice noodles are authentic and very ......"

It wasn't until the fragrant and hot rice noodles were placed in front of Shang Feiwu that she dared to raise her head.

This wanton spicy smell is running around, spicy and delicious. There are some lettuce and sausages floating on the white and tender rice noodles, which makes people doubly appetizing.

The boy sitting opposite him had already started eating, raised his head from the not too small casserole, and said heartily, "What? What are you still doing? ”

Shang Feiwu picked up the wooden chopsticks placed on the side of the bowl with trembling hands, and finally picked them up, but timidly retracted them when he put them into the casserole.

The clean wooden chopsticks were stained with some red and spicy soup stains, and they were quickly placed on the dining table.

When Gu Lang felt that something was wrong, the person sitting opposite him had already picked up the drawing board and turned to leave, leaving only one sentence on his neat and crisp back.

"I'm sorry I left first, I still have homework to hand in later."

"Hey ......"

When Gu Lang stood up, Shang Feiwu had already disappeared into the alley of the food street.

He sat down deflated, and the delicacy in front of him could no longer whet his appetite.

The Chinese boss poked his head out of the kitchen and asked with concern, "Hey, young man, did your girlfriend quarrel with you?" ”

Gu Lang laughed in an uproar, "I want to." ”

But Shang Wu is not his girlfriend.

He had never seen a girl who loved to learn so much, as if her heart didn't seem to stay anywhere a little more than to look at painting, learn to paint, and paint.

Shang Feiwu fled from the food street in a hurry, and the smell of rice noodles still stayed on the tip of his nose, which could not be dispersed for a long time.

It turned out that everything related to that man had already lived in her body.

Something we have eaten together will bring back memories at the end of the nose.

Things that have been done together will bring back memories in the same scenes.

Together, there have been countless nights, and she will be overwhelmed in the same dark night.

Nine o'clock in the night when the cool breeze blows is the time for the diligent students to go home to rest or play with friends after self-study.

Shang Feiwu walked backwards in the crowd, looking out of place.

The time for everyone to rest is when she has to work harder and harder.

Coincidentally, in the midst of the crowd, Penny's extraordinarily striking and gorgeous face was greeted by her.

Penny looked at Shang Wu in disbelief as she walked to the studio, "Please! It's nine o'clock in the evening, are you sure you still want to go to the studio? ”

This nickname, I could only helplessly look at the beautiful and moving Penny in front of me, "Penny, I said, I don't like this nickname." ”

"Okay, the nickname is small, is the important thing is that you are sure you want to go to the studio now?"

Shang Feiwu nodded, "Yes."

Surrounded by her friends, Penny could only look at Shang Wu's back as she left and shrugged her shoulders, this brother's nickname, as if she didn't know why Shang Wu had to work so hard.

In the empty studio, Shang Feiwu gently pressed the switch on the light pole.

"Bang." The studio was bright.

The walls are filled with students' works, and those who can enter this university will naturally not be much worse at their level of painting.

Shang Feiwu found his easel, took out the painting tools in his schoolbag, and was just about to sit down when the crisp ringtone of his mobile phone rang.

The caller ID is China, it's Zhang Yingying!