Chapter 4: My lipstick is with you

Quarreled again.

Hatsuha sighed deeply and pushed the door in with a blank face.

There were a lot of broken porcelain pieces piled up on the ground, and the food was scattered everywhere, and my father and mother looked at each other angrily.

"What's wrong?" The first load is set at the door.

I really don't want to go any further.

As soon as they saw her, their parents, who were still at odds with each other, suddenly showed joy on their faces, pulled her to the sofa with a smile, and asked for warmth for a while.

"Xiaohe, you came just in time," the first father asked with a smile, "You haven't talked to Xiao Chuang about family affairs recently?" ”

"No," Hatsu He's brows furrowed, "Why do you suddenly ask this?" ”

"The debtor came to the door again just now."

After the first father finished speaking, he paused for a long time, until the first mother put the hot tea in front of the first lotus, and then continued to smile and said: "You see, the debt has always been borne by Xiao Chuang for our family, and now it has been calm for so many years, why did it suddenly ......"

"Dad, Mom," Hatsu interrupted his father in a dumb voice, "I have stomach cancer, and the doctor said that I don't have much time left......

The first father and the first mother didn't seem to react, and still said their own: "Why is there suddenly someone looking for trouble, you go back and ask." ”

"Don't ask," Chu He's tone was as cold as the wind, "Qin Chuang and I divorced five days ago, and he has nothing to do with our family now." ”

As soon as the words were finished, there was a sudden dead silence in the living room.

The expression of the first father and the first mother seemed to freeze.

"I'm tired, go upstairs and rest."

Hatsuho didn't want to face the next crying and pleading, so he went upstairs, locked himself in his room, and let his parents toss in front of the door.

The first load was not half ignored.

She's been manipulated by them for so many years.

I'm going to die now, can't I live seriously......

When I woke up, it was dark, and Chu He took out his mobile phone in a daze and looked at it, and his drowsiness was suddenly scared away.

One o'clock in the morning!

She's going back to the bar!

Hurried over, just past the front desk, Hatsuhe was stopped and got a box of delicately packaged strawberry heart tarts.

"What is this?" Chu He pretended not to ask.

"Mr. Lu Zhouyi knows," the front desk smiled heartily, "He personally sent it and named it to the newcomer, we have been new in the past few days, and you are the only one." ”

New to the new arrival?

That's right, I don't think I've asked for a name yet.

"What about others?" Hatsuho asked.

"I'm back."

Went back.

Well, didn't catch up.

After Chu He thanked him, he took the egg tart, returned to the bedroom, and specially painted a freshwater makeup, and combed his long hair into a high ponytail.

Put on a small suspender skirt, find the right angle, pinch a piece of egg tart and take a few photos to send to Moments.

Then it was only open to Lu Zhou I.

The light in the room seems to be matching her, and the side lines of Chu He's face in the photo are soft, and her facial features are clean and pure, which is beautiful and moving.

Lu Zhouyi took a few more looks, and it was very much his taste.

After putting down the phone, Lu Zhou pulled the towel on his knee to his lap.

OK.

There is no second person in the office.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu, for the egg tart," Chu He sent a message, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, there is something at home that has been delayed today." ”

Lu Zhouyi hesitated, but finally did not reply.

A few seconds later, the phone screen lit up again: "Mr. Lu, one of my favorite lipsticks seems to have dropped from you." ”

Lipstick?

Lu Zhou paused, got up and took the black coat he wore that night.

Reach in and touch it, and there is really a lipstick.

When was it put in?

He wasn't impressed.

"Let's make an appointment to meet," Hatsuho message popped up, "I like that lipstick the most, I can't do it without it." ”