Lu Zhengcheng sighed softly: "Before leaving, I actually put a silenced pistol in his backpack. ”

"It's a pity, it still didn't come in handy."

After Lu Zhengcheng finished talking about this dusty past for many years, he looked at Lu Jiming, whose face was as white as paper.

"You were ruthless and did a good job, so you became my only son, getting rid of the illegitimate child that everyone looked down on."

He walked slowly, his palm pressed on Lu Jiming's shoulder, and his eyes were like torches: "This time, I believe you will definitely make the right choice as you did back then, right?" ”

Lu Jiming didn't know how he walked out of the study, his whole soul seemed to be stripped away, like a walking corpse, and the things in front of him seemed to be covered with a white veil, trance-like and difficult to distinguish, and he even bumped into a maid in the corridor in a trance.

The housekeeper saw that he was so distraught and offered to let the driver take him back, but Lu Jiming quickly refused.

"No need to ......"

He squirmed his bloodless lips, looking at the butler he had been with for more than ten years like a stranger, his eyes showing vigilance and trepidation.

Now everyone in this house, he feels terrible, very strange.

He didn't want to have any more contact with them.

Stumbling into the garage, opening the door, and getting back in the driver's seat, he tried to start the car only to find that his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't put the keys in.

His breathing was chaotic, his handsome and upright facial features were wrinkled tightly on the steering wheel, and every scene from the past years was flooding into his brain at this moment, making him unable to bear it......

He was jealous that his brother was favored by his father, it turned out that Lu Zhengcheng had no father's love at all, and he was completely cold-blooded and ruthless to his two sons.

He tacitly even approved of the two brothers killing each other, and no matter which side won, he would get a son who was more satisfied with his experience.

At the same time, there is a handle to grasp the remaining one.

In the past seven years, he has always mocked and secretly ridiculed himself for not being as good as his brother, beating and insulting him at every turn, and he has been obedient to him because he killed people, and never resisted......

The sky was overcast, and suddenly the wind began to blow, and fine rains fell on the car body and glass windows.

Lu Jiming felt very cold, far colder than when he eavesdropped on the conversation outside the study, like ice and snow that had not melted for years pierced into the bone marrow and flowed into the blood.

He chuckled, but his voice was choked with deep sadness.

…… He's so good at scheming, is that all he just said?

No, he's afraid he's already had this idea.

Lu Jiming even began to wonder if he had arranged the conversation of those broken mouths of the maids he had heard in the garden when he first left the mustard?

Looking back now, it was the time when Lu Zhengcheng sent him to the lotus pond in the garden to feed the fish......

The demonic taunts that had distorted him step by step and tormented him for years all disappeared, only transformed into a smile with deep meaning on Lu Zhengcheng's face.

Lu Jiming clutched his chest, bearing the sharp pain that was about to tear his heart apart.

Because of this moment, he suddenly remembered that after his brother tied the safety rope seven years ago, he was about to go down, and stood aside to look at him for a while.

His eyes were still clean and clear, but there were more emotions that he couldn't understand at that time.

What was he thinking?

What was he thinking when he listened to himself pour out his resentment and jealousy against him at the bottom of the cliff?

The rope broke, and what was he thinking when he fell......

Suppressed to the extreme, he still couldn't control the choking sound in his throat overflowing, Lu Jiming held the steering wheel with his hand so hard that the green tendons bulged.

He'll never know......

For the sake of his vain fatherly love and value, he killed one of the few people in the world who truly treated him.

The apartment door opened, and Lu Jiming, who was drenched and his hair was dripping water, walked in.

Ning Yi got up from the sofa and walked towards him, his face could not hide his surprise: "What are you...... What's wrong? ”

"I remember you didn't have an umbrella in your car?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she was hugged by him.

He hugged her tightly, like the only remaining straw, and wanted to rub her whole body into his arms.

He buried his head deep in her silky black hair, greedily sucking in the familiar, reassuring scent.

Ning Yi asked him, "What's wrong?" ”

It was a long time before he spoke, and his voice was mixed with rare panic, like a child: "Xiao Gardenia, I found that I did something very important wrong. ”

"I was wrong, I was really wrong......"

"But...... It's irretrievable. ”

Ning Yi leaned on his soaked shoulder, still held by him, and after hearing his muttered apology, he let go of the hand holding him, and there was coldness in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lu Jiming didn't notice her distraction, he only knew that she made herself feel very relieved, and he was not so cold beside her.

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but rub Ning Yu's neck socket again, extremely attached.

"Xiao Yu, I only have you."

Now in this world, she is the last person who treats him sincerely.

Lu Jiming, who realized a little, couldn't help but tighten his arms tighter, as if he was afraid that she would disappear in the next moment.

"I—I'll be good to you, and I can give you whatever you want."

"Don't leave me, okay?"

After being drenched in heavy rain and experiencing drastic changes in mood, he felt tired, and his voice was as soft as a whisper, with a deep pleading.

"Never leave my ......"

Ning Yi didn't answer, just gently pushed him away, with a gentle faint smile on his face: "Go take a shower, you will catch a cold in this wet clothes again." ”

When Lu Jiming came out, he didn't see her in the living room.

His emotions are very sensitive and fragile now, suffering from gains and losses, even if he panics, he calls her name and looks for people everywhere.

"I'm here."

The kitchen door was suddenly pulled open, and she poked her head out to reassure him.

Lu Jiming walked over and found her boiling ginger tea.

As soon as he came in, the ginger tea was just boiled.

Ning Yi packed it in a small white porcelain bowl and brought it out.

"Drink it, you've just been drenched in the rain, and it's a cold ward."

The corners of Lu Jiming's lips curled, looking at her warm face under the light, only to feel that this heart was also filled hot and full.

He took a small sip, and Ning Yu, who was opposite, looked at him, sitting quietly, his hand spread flat on his knee slightly curled into a fist.

She stared at him worriedly: "Is the pressure on the company too much during this time?" ”

Lu Jiming smiled reluctantly and didn't speak.

The things that he had in his heart were all things that he couldn't tell her.

A dark glow flashed across her eyes, and then she looked up at him—

"Do you want to give yourself a vacation and the two of us go out on a trip together?"