At 10:40 pm on February 12, 2018, the 98th floor of Yinzhu Building, the office of the chairman of the Lu's Group headquarters.
The young man in a white shirt was sitting in front of the office chair, his slender fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard, leaving only the rhythmic breathing and crisp tapping sounds of the man in the quiet room.
After typing the last data in the work file, Lu Yi planned to go home and get up tomorrow morning to check for omissions again. He clicked the computer's shutdown button, and reached out to the neatly arranged bunch of keys on the desk.
However, before he could grab the key in his hand, the screen of the mobile phone next to the key suddenly lit up, and there was a pleasant and soft piano music in the quiet room.
In order to better distinguish the caller, he set a grouping and special ringtone for each contact. This familiar melody told him that the person calling him was his fiance Fang Chuan.
At 12:15 on February 14th, he will step into the palace of marriage with each other, exchange their promises with each other, and swear to the benevolent Lord that they will be loyal to each other in the future life.
Although the other party couldn't see him, Lu Yi adjusted his overly serious expression at work. He gave up the key, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with his mobile phone, and connected to the call from his fiance: "A Chuan, why is it so late? You haven't slept yet?"
The voice from the phone sounded a little distorted: "It's less than eleven o'clock. How can anyone sleep so early? Where are you now?"
Lu Yi glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, "Today there is an important document. I am working overtime at the company, but I will go back soon. There is a bit noisy over there. Are you outside? Do you want me to pick you up?"
Fang Chuan was quiet for a while, and rejected his proposal: "Thank you, no need."
Looking at the ticket in his hand, the young man pressed the brim of his hat with a bit of astringent voice in his voice: "Lu Yi, has anyone ever said that you are a good person?"
The corners of Lu Yi's lips curled upwards: "My dear, are you sending me a good person card?"
Fang Chuan swallowed what he almost blurted out. He is still a coward after all. It is already great to be able to survive this time: "No, you know, we will get married the day after tomorrow. I really feel a little nervous. . You know, I'm not like you, I'm always very calm and calm."
Sometimes he was as calm as a robot. Of course, he swallowed these half sentences.
The corners of Lu Yi's lips were raised higher, and he deliberately made his steady voice tremble: "Actually, I am also very nervous. After all, this is the first marriage in my life."
"It's as if who isn't the same."
Fang Chuan mumbled quietly on the other end of the phone. Although it was not a video call, Lu Yi still showed the appearance of his fiance at this time.
Fang Chuan was born very handsome. Although he is 27 years old, his clean and sunny appearance still makes him look like a college student who has just come into contact with society. He laughs sweetly and has a small dimple. When complaining, it is also very cute.
The youth cast his gaze out of the window: "A Chuan, it's snowing outside."
"Ok?"
Lu Yi laughed in a low voice, with a deep voice like an elegant cello song: "This is the first snow in early spring. I heard people say that people who see the first snow together will be happy for a lifetime."
Fang Chuan was sitting in the airport waiting room. He could only see the cold electronic display screen. He could not see the snowflakes floating over City B at this time. However, he didn't want the other party to think too much. He responded absent-mindedly and said, "Yes. Is that really great."
Lu Yi didn't hear many surprises in Fang Chuan's tone, but felt a little perfunctory.
But they will get married soon, and according to the original agreement, the other party will move over and live with him, probably because the other party is not in a good mood to leave home. Lu Yi asked sympathetically, "Are you not feeling well? ?"
"No..." Fang Chuan was worried that he would be exposed if he went on, and he didn't have much time left, stood up, "There is one thing, I want to go to bed earlier, you should go back to rest earlier, good night."
Lu Chuan responded gently: "My dear, good night."
Did he have the courage to tell the truth? After speaking, he hung up the phone, then took out the phone card, broke it forcefully, dragged the suitcase on the side of the seat, and folded the phone card into two. Throw it into the trash can at the end of this row of seats.
After passing the security check, he glanced back, whispered sorry, and left without looking back.
Lu Yi didn't know anything about it. He hung up the phone from his fiance, turned off the lights, cut off the electricity, and closed the door in order, then walked to the bottom of the garage, started the car and drove back to the small villa in the suburbs of city B.
After entering the door, he took off his heavy windbreaker and hung it on the coat rack, and said goodnight to his mother who was sitting on the sofa watching the night soap opera: "Mom, I'm back."
Ms. Lu, who applied the mask, put a big and sweet cherries into her mouth, and said two more words than usual: "I have to rest early today, and you have to prepare for the wedding tomorrow. I wish you a happy day off."
Lu nodded a little, and did not spend any more time at work. He brushed his teeth for three minutes with the standard brushing method, rinsed, and went to bed. He turned on the wall lamp, pulled the quilt steadily to his shoulders, crossed his hands and placed it on his lower abdomen. Go up, close your eyes and fall asleep.
The milky white lights poured on the man, making him look like a handsome vampire in a fantasy story. Young, handsome, pale, and meticulous.
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At 6 o'clock the next morning, Lu Yi was awakened by his biological clock, trying on a wedding dress, doing styling, and then rehearsing. This is all his itinerary today.
But when she went downstairs for breakfast, Ms. Lu answered the phone, and she seemed to have a dispute with someone, and the words "son" and "marriage" could be faintly heard.
He finished the loving breakfast prepared by Ms. Lu, wiped off the soy juice accidentally on the corner of his mouth with a napkin, and looked at his mother who hung up the phone: "Mom, what happened?"
Ms. Lu's expression was a little distorted, as if she was restraining something. She took a deep breath: "Son, there is bad news to tell you. You should be mentally prepared."
"I have eaten breakfast. There will be no accidents of choking to death by soy milk, just say it."
"Your fiance, Fang Chuan, ran away last night, and now I can't find anyone. Fang's family called and said, "It's really not possible, postpone the wedding? After they find the unfilial son, they will bring them back if they break their legs." Married you."
Ms. Lu finished speaking in one breath, her tone couldn't help being excited: "They are really unreliable. Even if they are apologizing, don't want me to forgive him!"
The empty glass used to hold the soy juice fell to the ground and broke to pieces.
Lu Yi glanced at the glass residue on the ground, then looked back at his mother: "Mom, what did you just say, can you repeat it again?"
Ms. Lu finally couldn't restrain her anger, and said grumpyly: "I just scolded them too. Tell me what is this. You have been dating for ten years. The wedding is scheduled. Invitation It also sent out, and the bridegroom suddenly ran away. What kind of thing is this, humiliating?"
She was so angry that she was going to faint.
The young man lowered his eyelashes, and his long crow-feather eyelashes cast a small shadow on his face.
Realizing that her son was a little too calm, Ms. Lu's anger finally turned into worry: "Son, if you are angry, vent it, there is no need to harm your body for this kind of popularity."
She just wanted to show her ability to be calm as a mother, but after holding back for a while, she couldn't bear it. How uncomfortable her son as the client should be.
Lu Yi didn't say anything like "It's okay, I'm fine." Because he is in a really bad mood now.
"Why did he escape the marriage, did the Fang family give a reason?"
Ms. Lu suddenly became even stranger, as if she had eaten shit: "That's it. When Fang Chuan was in high school, he had a dying first love. He returned home a few days ago."
This Lu Yi knows that he and Fang Chuan have known each other for ten years after all. Who hasn’t encountered a few scumbags when he was young? Although he has been very self-disciplined since he was a child, there is nothing wrong with Fang Chuan’s sensational youth. .
But now it seems that his thoughts are too superficial, and he may not be suitable for such a person who is too pure and passionate.
"You mean, Fang Chuan and Yu Ke ran away?"
Ms. Lu’s tone was very depressed: "This is not true. Yu Ke is still in the country. Fang Chuan was the only one who ran away. But the Fang family said that it was because Yu Ke returned to China that Fang Chuan struggled and ran away in order to escape. ."
"So Fang Chuan is struggling because he feels that he is not true love to me, and in order to protect Yu Ke and not let his sweetheart be dragged down, he bravely escaped the marriage the day before the wedding?"
"That's what the Fang family said, but isn't this nonsense? How can anyone have such a problem?" Ms. Lu said more and more irritable, "Otherwise, we won't get married at all, so cancel it."
"Mom." Lu Yi sat on the chair and raised his head to look at his mother. His black eyes remained motionless. "We have invited all our relatives and friends, sent out invitations, and invited the best in city B. Influential media, the sudden cancellation of the marriage contract will cause turmoil in the stock market and turn your son into a joke in City B."
At the wedding, a bridegroom ran away. No matter what the remaining one did, he would always be labeled as "problematic, poor worm". People would use the most malicious speculation that the remaining poor worm must be abandoned. The person has a problem, otherwise, how could the other bridegroom be so irresponsible
Ms. Lu stammered: "You mean, don't cancel the wedding? But now there is only less than one day left." How does she feel that her son has been overstimulated? At this time, she would rather Lu yell. Scream, or drop a few more glasses.
Lu Yi glanced at the watch on his left hand: "To be precise, there are 29 hours, 3 minutes and 15 seconds left."
He pushed aside the chair and stood up: "Sorry, I broke the cup. I have to go out and have to trouble Mother Wang to clean it up. The rehearsal is cancelled. If I come back in time, I will make a personal design."
Ms. Lu is still a bit at a loss: "Where are you going?"
Fang Chuan had already run away, and the Fang family couldn't reach him at all, let alone Lu Yi, the fiance that the other party was determined to avoid.
Lu Yi put on his jacket, buttoned the top button, and left without looking back: "Go to the source of the disaster."