Early in the morning, the rain had stopped.

Feng Yuhou opened the video conference for Mr. Lu at the door of the study, looked up inadvertently, noticed his tight cuffs, and his body subconsciously tensed.

Mr. Lu, he-

Shen Guangyao placed the documents one by one.

The Dawning Consortium spans ports, transportation, weapons, and pharmaceutical industries, annexing, compatible, and means-

Feng Yu was a little uneasy, today is Shuguang's monthly internal business meeting, and it is also the worst time of the month for Mr. Lu.

Shen Guangyao poked and poked Feng Yu: What's wrong?

It's okay.

Mr. Lu sat alone on the chair, although he looked at the documents, but with such a workload, Mr. Lu seemed absent-minded in his hand, existence is an empty thing, and so is perception, and Mr. Lu is even more.

In such dense memories, Mr. Lu still has time to pour himself a cup of tea, as if everything that makes countless people envious has nothing to do with him, power, status, honor, and pride can't piece together Mr. Lu's interest.

Every industry and every person here is like Mr. Lu's outstretched tentacles, like his spreading roots, and the way he asks himself countless times when he is confused.

It reminded him again and again that when he first met Mr. Lu, he was not as tall as an adult, but he looked like he had just crawled out of hell, his clothes were ragged, his flesh and blood were blurred, looking at his hungry self, stretching out his rotten arm, and asking himself expressionlessly if he would eat!

In recent years, Mr. Lu's spirit has been a lot normal, for more than ten years, every time he thought that Mr. Lu would collapse, he got back on his feet, and he didn't even have the most split personality predicted by doctors, and recently found himself a girlfriend and went to school, how normal a person.

can take this day as an anniversary, and Mr. Lu, who passes once a month, still makes him restless.

Feng Yu was a little anxious, Mr. Lu seemed to be fine, it didn't mean that Mr. Lu was really fine, maybe one day Mr. Lu would leave and never come back like the feeling he gave him when they first met.

……

Lu Zhiyuan quietly looked at the rain outside the window, sighed, and then got up and walked through the quiet hall and left the study, thinking that she should be busy at this time.

Feng Yu didn't feel relieved, Mr. Lu was a little different today.

Shen Guangyao walked over and patted his brother's shoulder regardless of his previous suspicions: "You are under too much pressure, you have been here for so many years." ”

Feng Yu took his hand away: "I know." Every time he thought something would happen to Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu would appear in front of them again as if nothing had happened.

Mr. Lu didn't need any help from them, but they wanted to live through him.

……

Between the teaching building and the teaching building, Gu Ci was busy for a while, subconsciously rubbing his hands, and when he found that it was not cold, he felt complicated for a moment.

No matter what Lu Zhiyuan did to her before, he put his heart into this dress.

Gu Ci took a deep breath, finished delivering the last takeaway, took a piece of paper and a pen at random, quickly drew a picture, found the right angle, and sent it to Moments.

[I want to loudly declare to the world - I love you. The picture is the back of Lu Zhiyuan holding an umbrella on a rainy night.

The artistic conception is far-reaching, and the male color is like ink.

Zhou Xiaolan was the first to like, and Li Wenqiong was the second.

……

Lu Zhiyuan suddenly stopped.

Feng Yu's heart tightened.

Lu Zhiyuan looked at the picture, his expression slowly softened, the rendering technique of Chinese painting, the painting style is elegant and beautiful, and a few strokes rendered a boy with a leisurely artistic conception, is he? Such a vivid look.

Lu Zhiyuan ordered to save it and solemnly praised her.

After Feng Yu watched the car leave, he immediately turned on his mobile phone.

Gu Ci gave a cold snort.

Lu Zhiyuan sent a question mark.

Gu Porcelain: [Last night! Not only did I not care about you, but I also let you enjoy the beautiful photos drawn by my girlfriend, and I was so moved that I cried.

Not enough, you can say a little louder and more often: [Well, moved]

[perfunctory] Gu Ci took a selfie wearing a thin down jacket and sent it to Lu Zhiyuan, she wore it, thank you.

Lu Zhiyuan's fingertips rubbed her face little by little...... Infatuated, reassured, and happy, although a little clingy.

Lu Zhiyuan leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and suddenly wanted to rest.

On the other side, Feng Yu looked at this picture and was a little surprised, this is ...... Mr. Lu? The blurred back, the rough outline of the image, but there is an illusion that the person in the painting is as warm as spring, vibrant, bright and vivid.

Mr. Lu?

Feng Yu gave a thumbs up.

Shen Guangyao also liked it when he saw it, and Mr. Lu's girlfriend's sycophants were filmed together.

Because of the participation of these people, the circle of friends of Gu Ci has received a lot of polite praise from previous 'customers'.

Gu Ci endured the impatience of Feng Yu and Shen Guangyao when she appeared in her circle of friends, and put the phone in her pocket.

Ji Yunxuan looked at the phone and hesitated, didn't give her a thumbs up without grace, turned around and opened the door of the piano room of the student union, and the songs were one after another, and he didn't know what he wanted to vent.

The person who had the arrangement in the morning was embarrassed to open the door of the piano room with an embarrassed expression, and the tune was ...... It's a little sad.

Ji Yunxuan withdrew his hand, silently closed the lid, and said in a gentle voice: "I just tuned the tone." ”

I see: "Thank you, senior, thank you." "This piano has been abandoned for more than a year.

Ji Yunxuan got up and went out, looking bitter.

She was very good, with a dazzling brilliance engraved into her soul, and she walked through the school gate in the vast floating world, beautiful and beautiful.

It's not that he's not in a hurry, and he always feels that the preparation he has made is not enough......

……

"Say goodbye to your new clothes? It's pretty good. ”

"Where did you buy it? I also buy one. ”

"Lu Zhiyuan's."

There was a moment of silence around.

Li Wenqiong saw the fearlessness of ancient diction for the first time, and she never thought that others might ...... when she said this sentence Ancient rhetoric deserves to be ancient rhetoric.

A smile tugged at the corner of Gu Ci's mouth, "I want a link with him?" ”

Shi Sinian clenched the paintbrush in his hand, as well as the button, and didn't return it to Lu Zhiyuan when he knew the price, it was hundreds of thousands, not tens of thousands, she was greedy for money, and under such a substance, she would only get worse and worse!

Meng Qingxue was distraught and took off her phone.

The old rhetoric is not so harmless and pure at all! They were all deceived by their first impressions, and after that day, Ke'er looked for ancient words countless times, and the ancient words didn't give in at all, no matter how Ke'er asked, she didn't help.

If it really came from a small place, how could it be so ruthless! The heart is hard as a stone.

What's more, people who usually don't post to Moments except for selling things actually send Lu Zhiyuan again and again, isn't vanity what it is! Even now, she deliberately showed off and deliberately brought Lu Zhiyuan, otherwise with her identity, how could she be embarrassed to publicize this matter in a high-profile manner!

With such a villain's face, Lu Zhiyuan can't see it!

"The old rhetoric is too polite, no, no, Lu Zhiyuan's vision is so good, this dress is so good-looking, it suits you."

"That's, that's it, Lu Shen is so kind and considerate to you."

"yes, yes."

"What's the matter, it suddenly cooled down yesterday, so I wore it casually."