Time passed little by little, and it seemed like a century had passed.

Lu Zhiyuan slowly relaxed his body and adjusted his sitting posture, which was just a medically insignificant noun representing the condition and an artificially defined word.

Lu Zhiyuan rubbed his eyebrows, pressed the switch at hand, the entire roof slowly opened, the surrounding walls retracted to both sides like cracked pages, and the original antique study immediately presented a more simple and grand furnishings, shocking and majestic, the steps rose one by one, the walls retreated, and the space was infinitely expanded, but such a magnificent and luxurious interior was like being at the scene of an execution, in the depths of hell, twisted to bloody and depressing, like a paradise for indulgent revelers.

Lu Zhiyuan's expression became more and more calm, and he easily suppressed the tyranny here, and in the corners of the many dark grids, where the paint had not yet solidified, there was a girl's faint back, shining with a smile when she looked back.

Lu Zhiyuan looked at her quietly...... The eyes that he had seen countless times were completely reflected in him today...... Mixed with wind and rain, bright and gentle......

Lu Zhiyuan's hand couldn't help but clench.

Suddenly, the phone on the table rang.

[I'm so tired today, I'm so tired that I don't want to talk, Bixin, good night]

The darkness in Lu Zhiyuan's eyes faded, as if she was afraid that something here would disturb her, so she pressed the close button.

Feng Yu just pushed the door in, saw the last closed secret passage, almost turned around and flew out, and repeatedly made sure that Mr. Lu was in good spirits and there was no sign of cutting him, so he dared to stand slowly, instantly lowered his head, and offered his loyalty: "Sir." ”

Lu Zhiyuan raised his head, easily rejecting the dark law and chaotic order in his eyes, and even called it gentle: "Something." ”

Feng Yu suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and he attended their funeral for every souvenir placed inside: "The Liu family wants to take a step back and change for us." ”

Lu Zhiyuan's tone was nonchalant: "Is this so......" doesn't say agree or disagree.

Feng Yu almost burst in his heart, and it was mentioned outside that Mr. Lu was the heir of the Lu family in Beicheng, or the pioneer of Chonggang Group, but in fact, it was not, Chonggang Group was just one of the many companies under Mr. Lu's name.

Lu Zhiyuan was just about to speak, when the mobile phone in his hand rang again.

[Hey, what should I do if I can't sleep, are you already asleep, I didn't wake you up, I can't help it, I'm lying in bed, it's so dark around, it's so quiet, but I can't sleep, woo, pity yourself for a minute. 】

The solidified aura around Lu Zhiyuan faded slightly, and just as he wanted to hit it, he flashed again. [No, no, sleep, or you won't be able to get up tomorrow, good night, kiss. ] 】

Lu Zhiyuan didn't get to the bottom of the screen, the information disappeared, his face turned blue in an instant, he was only one number away from calling, the atmosphere froze a little bit, but there was no implication in the tone of the speech: "Twenty percent, no less." ”

Feng Yu's hands and feet were so excited by his split tone and expression that Mr. Lu was almost terrifying when it was more serious.

"There's something else."

Feng Yu turned around quickly, he thought that he had followed Mr. Lu for the longest time, but he still didn't know where Mr. Lu couldn't be stimulated, but fortunately, Mr. Lu could control himself very well.

As for Mr. Lu's new girlfriend who took office today can't suppress Mr. Lu's emotions, Feng Yu is not surprised at all, maybe he can't even be a girlfriend.

Lu Zhiyuan picked up the phone and waited for it to flash again.

Ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed.

Until Lu Zhiyuan returned to the bedroom, no text message came in.

Lu Zhiyuan's face sank again, but he swiped a new circle of friends with her.

- It may disturb my boyfriend's rest, so I miss him so much. Say goodbye and sleep, and when you wake up, you'll see him (cheer up).

Lu Zhiyuan looked at it for a while, and reluctantly accepted it.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The old rhetoric has long since fallen asleep. The roommate who yelled and waited for her to come back and question her relationship didn't catch the old rhetoric of returning late, and the ancient rhetoric fell asleep after maintaining his 'new relationship'.

In the silence of the old house, there is only the light of the night light.

The lights in the bedroom are still on, and the drones patrolling the night are used to cruising in the dark and flying away.

Lu Zhiyuan leaned on the head of the bed neatly, repeatedly looked at a few messages she sent on her mobile phone, and looked at these messages after there was no real-time sender and diluted the emotions when she received them, using words flattering, bold, selfish, and wanton.

Is this affection?

The scrutiny in Lu Zhiyuan's eyes returned little by little, and he began to doubt her intentions again?

But this is indeed not his strong point, Lu Zhiyuan opened the search software and asked: "Why did the girl take the initiative to confess?" ’

- She's blind.

———— of course I like you.

- Dog, get out!

- The girl must have mustered up a lot of courage to confess, if the landlord also likes her, she must cherish it, and I don't dare to confess to my seniors now.

- The landlord is here to show off the appraisal has been completed.

- The landlord is short, short, short, and thin? So can only draw your money? Otherwise, why are you so unconfident!

- Upstairs is ruthless enough.

- It's the landlord's brain that gets into the water.

Without any useful answer, Lu Zhiyuan changed his expression: 'Under what circumstances will a girl take the initiative to confess'.

- When you love someone too much.

- Pregnant with a child, it's not yours, you need to take over.

- When I don't love, I don't worry about losing because I don't love, I don't care about face, and in the end I don't know if it's her spare tire.

- Injured upstairs? Let's talk about it carefully.

- Brother is rich!

There was a line that Lu Zhiyuan didn't accept, and he changed the way he asked: 'I found that my girlfriend is different from what I imagined when I got along, why?' ”

- Brother, brother (crying face) empathizes. My tigress is hard to say.

- Breast augmentation? Beautiful legs? P-Figure? It's almost okay, complain about something, after all, there's a girl.

- Upstairs, it's time to remove your makeup.

——On the first floor, I once imagined that it was incomparably beautiful, but the reality taught us to be people, not to mention, to move bricks.

- No girlfriend, no appointment.

- Be content, it's good that you don't get points.

- About? Does anyone make an appointment?

- Has the landlord changed his mind? Make such a lame excuse.

- Brother, if it's a man, just say to her directly, I'm tired of sleeping with you, let's go!

- The landlord lent his girlfriend to me, is it right, can I sleep, and experience answering the landlord's question.

Lu Zhiyuan directly deleted the post, and the next moment, he turned on the computer, resumed the post, and hacked the last person's computer.

But that doesn't affect his growing sensitivity to old rhetoric.

Because of this suspicion, the next day, Lu Zhiyuan was calmer, and he didn't plan to give her any good looks before knowing what happened.

……

Early in the morning, after delivering the last breakfast, Gu Cici looked at the teaching building in front of him, thought of something, and suddenly ran around most of the playground to the chemistry building.

At the back door of the 20-level class, Gu Ci poked his head out like a little mole, and just saw Lu Zhiyuan sitting in the back row.

He was bathed in the morning light, his body was shrouded in a peaceful atmosphere, quiet pure and noble, I have to say that this skin is really good-looking, but unfortunately, no matter how good-looking the appearance is, it can't make up for his corrupt heart.

The corners of Gu Cici's mouth rose sweetly, and he took out the paper that was crumpled into paper balls from his pocket and threw it accurately on Lu Zhiyuan.

Lu Zhiyuan turned around.

Gu Ci happily raised his hands and landed on top of his head, and sweetly compared his heart to him: love your day. The next moment, she ran quickly to her classroom, she was going to be late!

Lu Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment and quickly chased out.