It's better to hurry up and finish the work and return to Haicheng, if you don't see the old people, you won't think so much.

In the kitchen of the villa on the outskirts of Beijing, Lu Bandit carefully cleaned up the rice noodles scattered on the ground.

The pastry models of various shapes are even more delicate and lovely in his hands.

He had a very cold look, out of place in the kitchen, but his movements were surprisingly skillful, as if he had practiced many times.

There were a few prepared pastries next to them, which were the same as the box of pastries that Ji Wei was eating at this moment.

The difference is that the pastries in the rosewood box are beautiful and full in shape, and each one here is more or less flawed.

He picked the best, carefully packed it in a box, and gave it to whoever wanted to give it.

The rest is useless.

The last time I came was a year ago, except for my aunt who came to clean it regularly, this house has not been inhabited for a long time, and it is clean without any traces of life.

The begonias raised by Ye Zhaozhao grow very well, and the small flower buds are faintly visible.

Lu Bandit looked at this house over and over again, for three years, many things were wrong, only this house, as if it had been forgotten in memory,

still retains the appearance of Ye Zhaozhao when he lived here, and there is no change at all.

The only change is that Ye Zhaozhao is gone.

He doesn't often go back to the villa on the outskirts of Beijing, and there are very few things about him here, most of which are Ye Zhaozhao's.

Some professional books from the university, digital oil paintings neatly placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, unfinished puzzles, begonias and mint on the windowsill, and the Daoxiangcun pastry box that is carefully collected in the corner............

He used to think that Ye Zhaozhao was monotonous, obviously she was so vivid and colorful.

Lu Bandit stretched out his hand to smooth out the crooked digital oil painting, and his fingers noticed a different touch,

He flipped over to see the back of the digital oil painting, his pupils shrank, and a premonition came to his mind, he raised his hand to flip over the other digital oil paintings.

The indifferent expression cracked———— behind each digital oil painting was "him"

Those who get off the car, read documents, drink tea, and most of them are still the back,

What he left to Ye Zhaozhao the most was his back.

It turned out that every time he turned around impatiently to leave, she would watch silently, but he never noticed.

Why?

His mind was a mess, and he couldn't think of a clue.

Ye Zhaozhao likes him?

But doesn't she always have someone she likes?

Lu Bandit saw it with his own eyes, Ye Zhaozhao lived in the dormitory when he was in college, and lived in the Lu family's old mansion during the holidays.

The Lu bandit was forced by the power of Old Man Lu and had to send it.

The Chinese department was still going inside, passing by a loquat tree, with lush branches, and a tall and cheerful boy under the loquat tree held a bouquet of fiery roses in his hand, and the girl Lu Bandit opposite him was very familiar.

He stood in place, looking coldly at the young boys and girls under the tree, the boys were handsome and tall, and the girls were bright and beautiful.

The boy's face was very red, with bright love, I don't know what he said, Lu Bandit only saw him hand the rose to Ye Zhaozhao,

Ye Zhaozhao turned his back to him, and Lu Bandit couldn't see her expression, only to see the boy's sudden surprise, and the smile on his face couldn't be hidden.

The Lu bandit stared coldly for a while, then suddenly turned around and left.

When I was about to walk out of the school gate, I found that I was still holding a professional book, and I put it directly in the principal's office, so I didn't ask again.

He has always felt strange, since Ye Zhaozhao already has someone he likes, why does he have to marry him,

Now, he finally knew, but suddenly felt even more sad.

The ache in his chest made him almost uncontrollably bent down and stare at the digital paintings that painted him.

Lu Bandit even thought that Ye Zhaozhao was for his family background, and he never thought that Ye Zhaozhao liked him.

Such a passionate liking that he never found out............

He almost couldn't help but chuckle in a low voice, his smile was full of desolation,

How could Ye Zhaozhao not hate him? She is trapped in the so-called brilliance of "Mrs. Lu", unable to do what she likes, suppressing herself every moment, and suffering from his indifference and alienation.

After three years of indifference, she hated Lu Bandit for marrying her but not loving her, hating Lu Bandit for pretending to be someone else in her heart from beginning to end, hating Lu Bandit for letting her see spring flowers and dawn moon, and leaving her alone in the dark and cold snowy night.

His conceit and arrogance made Ye Zhaozhao never dare to approach, so that even today, he has to taste the consequences.

When the Lu bandits arrived, Song Yang just got up and went to open the door with a stinky face on the head of the chicken nest: "Rare guest." ”

I don't know when, Song Yang always spoke to him like this.

Lu Bandit frowned and didn't answer.

Song Yang took a slice of bread for himself, sat on the sofa and nibbled on it, not forgetting to sneer: "President Lu came to me just to get me up?" ”

He was able to sleep until the afternoon of the next day, and Lu Bandit knew that it might be a side effect of the medicine.

The bandits did not speak.

Song Yang finished eating the bread three times and two times, and said impatiently,

What he hates the most is a dead face like a bandit, how do you talk about him, how do you squeeze him, people don't even give him a look as if they didn't hear it.

All day long, he looks high and arrogant, the fairy is terrible, wantonly spoiling other people's likes,

When he didn't like him and left him, he began to regret it again, pretending to be a little affectionate to show anyone.

"Are you okay?" , He said: "I'm not Zheng Yuan, I don't have time to guess your mind here, and I'm not idle and panicked, if you're okay, I'll continue to sleep." ”

The Lu bandit sensed that he was about to go berserk, so he looked up at him.

"When did you see her?" , Lu Bandit spoke.

"You don't believe it?" , Song Yangpi smiled and didn't smile,

Hehe, he told Lu Bandit as soon as possible, but people treated him as a psychopath. I don't believe it at all.

“……… I saw her. ”

"You're wrong." , Song Yang did not pause at all.

The bandit automatically ignored: "She refuses to go home with me." He frowned: "Pretend you don't know me." ”

“………………”

Song Yang's brain began to hurt again, and he gritted his teeth: "Are you sick?" ”

"You admit your mistake, your belated affection has nowhere to go, right?"

"No, it won't." , Lu Bandit lowered his eyes: "She is Ye Zhaozhao." ”

My Ye Zhaozhao.

Song Yang took a deep breath and said, "So what? ”

So?

The Lu bandit was silent for a while: "...... The young lady of the Ji family likes you very much. ”

“………………”

Song Yang paused for a moment and sneered: "You don't think I approached her on purpose, right?" ”

"Although my character is not noble, I am not so inferior." Song Yang stared at him and said bluntly: "I like Ye Zhaozhao, but I won't approach her by approaching her friends." ”

Song Yang likes Ye Zhaozhao, and Lu Bandit knew about it three years ago. Song Yang didn't say it, and he didn't take action, so he tacitly didn't ask.