Lin Wanxin picked off a gorgeous rhododendron and took a deep sniff. Her expression was gentle, but her eyes were filled with frost.
"I just want him to know that besides Si Han, Lin Wanwan also cares about... grandpa."
The most vicious demons often wear the skin of angels.
…
Lin Wanwan put on sunglasses, a mask, and a shabby coat, holding the old man's hand and strolling in the garden.
Gu Mo didn't want to disturb them, so he followed closely.
He had previously given Lin Wanwan a high-tech device that would alert her whenever she was more than five hundred meters away from him.
There are many people in the park, most of them are elderly people.
An old lady with silver hair was sitting on the swing. Her wife was pushing her and wiping her sweat.
Lin Wanwan felt warm, took out her mobile phone to take a photo of the scene, and sent the photo to Lu Zhanbei.
[Isn’t this beautiful scene of a young couple coming to keep company?]
[Looks like it’s time for me to propose.]
Lin Wanwan smiled, put the phone back in his pocket, and continued chatting with the old man.
In the relaxed atmosphere, time passed quickly.
It wasn't until noon that Lin Wanwan sent the old man back to Lin's house, had lunch with him, and left by car.
After a while, a black car parked under the wall of the Lin family villa.
The middle-aged man who got off the car looked at the direction Linwanwan left, took out his mobile phone, and truthfully reported everything he had monitored today.
When Lin Wanwan returned to Yunyuan, Lu Zhanbei was not there.
She went to the study, found sketch paper and pen, and started drawing.
While he was absorbed in the painting, Lu Zhanbei's voice suddenly sounded.
"what are you writing?"
Lin Wanwan was startled, crumpled up the half-drawn sketch into a ball as if he was a guilty thief, and threw it into the trash can without changing his expression.
"It's nothing. I thought of a particularly good inspiration before and wanted to write it down, but now I think this story is very ordinary."
Lu Zhanbei nodded, "Have you had lunch?"
Lin Wanwan took his arm and said, "No, let's go together."
Now she just wants to lure Lu Zhanbei out.
"good."
The two went downstairs and had a simple and delicious lunch.
Because Linwanwan had already eaten, he just tasted a few casually.
Lu Zhanbei saw that she kept yawning, "I'll take a nap when I'm full."
"Do you want to come together?"
Lu Zhanbei raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure you want to sleep with me?"
He emphasized the last word.
"Hey, pretend I didn't ask anything."
After Lin Wanwan entered the bedroom, Lu Zhanbei went to the study, picked out the small ball of paper from the trash can, smoothed the wrinkles on it, and found that it was a portrait.
The slender woman is wearing a white cheongsam, with long black hair hanging on her shoulders. She has a face that has no facial features, but exudes the brilliance of motherhood.
Lu Zhanbei sat down and picked up the sketch pen.
With a rustling sound, he filled in the blank face.
Finally, the portrait was torn apart bit by bit.
If anyone saw Lu Zhanbei's current expression, they would definitely feel deep fear and uneasiness.
Lu Zhanbei took out a cigarette and lit it. His mood was not as calm as he showed.
Lin Wanwan can paint this picture, which means that he still has illusions about his mother.
There is resentment, but also care.
He couldn't bear to destroy everything she cared about.
After smoking, he took out his mobile phone.
"Nine Sorrows."
"..." Lu Zhanbei listened to the even breathing on the other end and smiled lightly, "Come back."
"Oh." There was a response from the other side, and then he asked slowly, "Aren't you going to kill me?"
"No more killing."